No Good For Anyone — Locklyn Marx

When Lindsay Benson buys her dream house, a cute little cottage on Cape Cod, she can't believe her luck. Until she meets the next door neighbor, Chace Davenport.

Chace and Lindsay have a history â€" after one hot night a year ago, Chace disappeared without so much as a phone call, leaving Lindsay confused and broken-hearted. And after a run-in with her sexy, dark-haired new neighbor, Lindsay realizes he's the same jackass he's always been.

Chace never meant for things with Lindsay to get so complicated. He has his reasons for leaving her, reasons that are too dark and serious to share with anyone. He's hurt Lindsay once, and he's determined not to do it again. The only problem? He can't seem to keep his hands off her…

But will he trust her enough to let her in on his secrets? And if he does, will Lindsay be able to accept him for who he really is?

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He crossed the room in one fluid motion until he was right in front of her, so close she could feel his body heat. She was so shocked by his sudden nearness that for a moment, she couldn't speak.

He reached up and put his hands on her shoulders, and she went to move away, but he held her tight, not letting her.

“Lindsay Benson,” he said, shaking his head as he trailed a finger down over her collarbone.

So he did remember who she was. Why had he pretended he didn't? His touch was like an electric shock, his fingertips setting her skin on fire. Cold shivers slid up her spine, and she went to pull her sweater tighter again, but he gripped the thin material and pushed it down her shoulders, letting his fingertips skim her arms as he dropped the sweater to the floor.

And then he kissed her.

The kiss was deep and hard, its intent clear. His hands encircled her waist, making her feel tiny against the width of his body, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring.

She told herself to push him away, and her mind screamed that this was a terrible idea, tried to remind her of the heartbreak and sleepless nights this man had caused her. But her body screamed back, louder than her mind, telling her this felt right, telling her to let him take her, to give him whatever he wanted.

And then, just as her resolve was all but gone, there was a knock on the door.

“Hello?” a woman's voice called. “Chace? Are you in there? It's me, Michelle.”

Chace froze.

Lindsay took a step back, then grabbed the sweater that was lying on the floor and quickly slid her arms through it. “Who the hell is Michelle?” she asked.

The knock came again. “Chace?” the voice whined. “I'm cold! Are we going to go inside or not?”

Lindsay looked at him incredulously. “You have a girl with you?”