while you meet your goal—but I will be faithful. I’m yours when the time is right.”
Slow comprehension turned to joy in his heart. “Lauren—”
He was at a loss for words. She had given him more than he’d ever dared to ask, and now she smiled at him with the kind of pleasure that only comes from deep satisfaction.
“Rafi, this is not negotiable.”
Rafi returned her grin, and nodded. “You are quite the businesswoman, Lauren. I believe you have made a proposal that I cannot refuse.”
Lauren’s smile erupted into a grin, and Rafi’s heart soared at the thought that he was responsible for her happiness. “Lauren, there is something that I must tell you. I am not going to be a limousine driver forever. I was trained to be an engineer and someday I will be one again.”
Lauren’s quirked eyebrow revealed only the mildest surprise. She shrugged her shoulders, then gave him a mock frown. “All right, if you insist. On one condition.”
“Yes, of course.”
“You must promise that we can make love in the car now and then.”
Rafi’s laughed and circled Lauren in his arms, his heart full. “Whenever you wish to go for a ride.”
The End
***
Did you enjoy ALONG FOR THE RIDE?
Check out more books by Ruby Laska:
The Boomtown Boys Series:
Black Gold
Black Heat
The Cupid Island Series:
Larissa Learns to Breathe
Standalone novels:
Mountain Song
Heartbreak, Tennessee
A Man for the Summer
Mine 'til Monday
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…or keep reading to enjoy an excerpt from A Man for the Summer.
PLEASE ENJOY THIS EXCERPT OF A MAN FOR THE SUMMER
By Ruby Laska
CHAPTER ONE
If this was Junior Atkinson’s office, then he was in more trouble than he thought.
Griff Ross shook his head in disgust, then abruptly stopped when a fresh explosion of pain rocketed its way around his jaw.
“Dag nab it!”
Griff bit the words off in self-reproach. Bad enough that he’d spent the last three months voluntarily slogging through the moldy back roads of rural Missouri—but now he was beginning to mutter like one of the dimwits that lived there.
The dentist’s office looked like Southern Living meets Car & Driver, with a little Antiques Roadshow thrown in for good measure. An abomination—but Griff had vowed to quit being surprised by what passed for décor in the backwoods of this state. After all, his readers loved “offbeat” and “quirky.” Mirthlessly, Griff wondered if he shouldn’t take a few notes; this shack could easily provide material for an entire chapter.
The building was only slightly larger than the service station whose parking lot it shared. In fact, it looked as though it might have once been the original service station, a no-nonsense gray-shingled square box of a building with two big wood-framed windows. A moat a mere couple of feet in width separated the building from the parking lot, but this strip of dirt had been planted, seemingly, with every species of flowering plant that could survive a Midwestern summer.
A giant carved wooden sign in the shape of a tooth swung gently inches overhead. Wind chimes hung from every corner, the discordant notes contradicting each other with every push of breeze. Ducking into the shade, Griff noticed some sort of filmy, sparkling curtains swinging lazily in the open windows.
Gingerly clutching his jaw with one shaking hand, Griff raised the iron heart-shaped doorknocker and let it fall, the sound a fresh assault on his tight-strung senses.
“C’mon in!”
The muffled shout was cheerful enough. Griff pushed open the door and felt a rush of cool air on his sweating face. He blinked a few times to adjust to the cool, dappled light inside.
“Hot enough for ya?”
The inside of the room was an even crazier patchwork than the outside. Yard sale furniture shared floor
Slow comprehension turned to joy in his heart. “Lauren—”
He was at a loss for words. She had given him more than he’d ever dared to ask, and now she smiled at him with the kind of pleasure that only comes from deep satisfaction.
“Rafi, this is not negotiable.”
Rafi returned her grin, and nodded. “You are quite the businesswoman, Lauren. I believe you have made a proposal that I cannot refuse.”
Lauren’s smile erupted into a grin, and Rafi’s heart soared at the thought that he was responsible for her happiness. “Lauren, there is something that I must tell you. I am not going to be a limousine driver forever. I was trained to be an engineer and someday I will be one again.”
Lauren’s quirked eyebrow revealed only the mildest surprise. She shrugged her shoulders, then gave him a mock frown. “All right, if you insist. On one condition.”
“Yes, of course.”
“You must promise that we can make love in the car now and then.”
Rafi’s laughed and circled Lauren in his arms, his heart full. “Whenever you wish to go for a ride.”
The End
***
Did you enjoy ALONG FOR THE RIDE?
Check out more books by Ruby Laska:
The Boomtown Boys Series:
Black Gold
Black Heat
The Cupid Island Series:
Larissa Learns to Breathe
Standalone novels:
Mountain Song
Heartbreak, Tennessee
A Man for the Summer
Mine 'til Monday
Join Ruby’s newsletter to stay up-to-date on new releases and automatically be entered for giveaways.
Visit Ruby on Facebook or Twitter
…or keep reading to enjoy an excerpt from A Man for the Summer.
PLEASE ENJOY THIS EXCERPT OF A MAN FOR THE SUMMER
By Ruby Laska
CHAPTER ONE
If this was Junior Atkinson’s office, then he was in more trouble than he thought.
Griff Ross shook his head in disgust, then abruptly stopped when a fresh explosion of pain rocketed its way around his jaw.
“Dag nab it!”
Griff bit the words off in self-reproach. Bad enough that he’d spent the last three months voluntarily slogging through the moldy back roads of rural Missouri—but now he was beginning to mutter like one of the dimwits that lived there.
The dentist’s office looked like Southern Living meets Car & Driver, with a little Antiques Roadshow thrown in for good measure. An abomination—but Griff had vowed to quit being surprised by what passed for décor in the backwoods of this state. After all, his readers loved “offbeat” and “quirky.” Mirthlessly, Griff wondered if he shouldn’t take a few notes; this shack could easily provide material for an entire chapter.
The building was only slightly larger than the service station whose parking lot it shared. In fact, it looked as though it might have once been the original service station, a no-nonsense gray-shingled square box of a building with two big wood-framed windows. A moat a mere couple of feet in width separated the building from the parking lot, but this strip of dirt had been planted, seemingly, with every species of flowering plant that could survive a Midwestern summer.
A giant carved wooden sign in the shape of a tooth swung gently inches overhead. Wind chimes hung from every corner, the discordant notes contradicting each other with every push of breeze. Ducking into the shade, Griff noticed some sort of filmy, sparkling curtains swinging lazily in the open windows.
Gingerly clutching his jaw with one shaking hand, Griff raised the iron heart-shaped doorknocker and let it fall, the sound a fresh assault on his tight-strung senses.
“C’mon in!”
The muffled shout was cheerful enough. Griff pushed open the door and felt a rush of cool air on his sweating face. He blinked a few times to adjust to the cool, dappled light inside.
“Hot enough for ya?”
The inside of the room was an even crazier patchwork than the outside. Yard sale furniture shared floor
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