Title: Love on the Ropes
Series: Love in Action #1
Author: Aviva Vaughn
Genre: Adult Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 25, 2020
Former TOPGUN pilot Clint Davenport is the newly-crowned prince of public radio now that he’s hosting America’s most popular drive-time show. The ladies can't get enough of this Flying Ace, but he's all out of runway for the fairer sex because of a tragedy that haunts him. But life is perfect, or at least that’s what he keeps saying. Until he finds himself on the ropes (literally) at a company retreat and the only person who can bring him in for a safe landing is his office frenemy, who seems as comfortable in a climbing harness as he used to be in an F-18.At twenty-eight, Erin Hung was still living with her parents in Honolulu, so when her favorite cousin invited her to move to glittering Los Angeles, she made the leap. After four years, this late bloomer has blossomed. She owns her own condo in gorgeous Pasadena, has the love of a good male—her Shiba Inu, Atticus—and is the badass marketing manager for America’s #1 radio show. But she still has a lot to prove and is gunning for a promotion. She doesn’t have time for distractions, especially romantic ones…and there’s no way she’s interested in that cocky ex-fighter pilot who just got tapped as host. Unfortunately, working with Mr. Cockpit Cockypants is the only way to get her raise.
When work forces them together, it seems like the beginning of a new Cold War, or maybe Clint’s high-flying charm is just what Erin needs to see there’s more to life than just work.
Aviva Vaughn’s seventh full-length novel, Love on the Ropes is a full-length standalone and book one in the Love in Action series, a spin-off of the BECKONED series. Love on the Ropes: diverse, slow burn, frenemies-to-lovers, workplace romantic comedy.
“Can I,” he swallowed hard, “kiss you?”
“Uh-huh,” I said again, but this time there was no quizzical lift to my words. Before I knew it, his mouth touched mine as softly as a butterfly lands on a flower.
I melted into the gentle warmth of his kiss, the fear I’d felt seconds ago, gone.
When he pulled away, my heart ached at the loss. Before I could question what had happened, his lips pressed against mine again, this time with a bit more pressure, the kiss full of question and wonder.
When the kiss broke, I gasped, wishing I could see his face, wondering what he was thinking, hoping that—
And then he kissed me again—
And this time, there was no uncertainty.
Clint pulled me tight against him, crushing his chest to mine, kissing me with a naked hunger that left me breathless and senseless. Exploring my mouth as though I was some long lost land he’d been yearning to discover.
Thrilling.
I wound my hands through his wavy, chestnut hair that felt like cool silk against my fingers, and he moaned into my mouth, the sound reverberating straight to my belly, warming me from the inside out.
I was no longer cold.
I wasn’t even sure what cold was anymore.
My whole world tunneled down to the warmth and pressure of Clint’s lips and arms. He smelled like mint and cedar, a clean, strapping scent that suited him perfectly.
His tongue swept into my mouth, his lips tender but urgent. I’d never been kissed like this before, forcing me to re-categorize all previous experiences I’d had as simply practice.
This was the real thing. This was kissing.
“Uh-huh,” I said again, but this time there was no quizzical lift to my words. Before I knew it, his mouth touched mine as softly as a butterfly lands on a flower.
I melted into the gentle warmth of his kiss, the fear I’d felt seconds ago, gone.
When he pulled away, my heart ached at the loss. Before I could question what had happened, his lips pressed against mine again, this time with a bit more pressure, the kiss full of question and wonder.
When the kiss broke, I gasped, wishing I could see his face, wondering what he was thinking, hoping that—
And then he kissed me again—
And this time, there was no uncertainty.
Clint pulled me tight against him, crushing his chest to mine, kissing me with a naked hunger that left me breathless and senseless. Exploring my mouth as though I was some long lost land he’d been yearning to discover.
Thrilling.
I wound my hands through his wavy, chestnut hair that felt like cool silk against my fingers, and he moaned into my mouth, the sound reverberating straight to my belly, warming me from the inside out.
I was no longer cold.
I wasn’t even sure what cold was anymore.
My whole world tunneled down to the warmth and pressure of Clint’s lips and arms. He smelled like mint and cedar, a clean, strapping scent that suited him perfectly.
His tongue swept into my mouth, his lips tender but urgent. I’d never been kissed like this before, forcing me to re-categorize all previous experiences I’d had as simply practice.
This was the real thing. This was kissing.
Aviva loves to bring diverse, inspiring, sex positive characters to life. She believes consent is a must, condoms are sexy, food is culture, and travel is mind-expanding. Avocado toast, coconut lattes, and Korean spas are her favorite indulgences, and she is a proud, second-generation L.A. native. A voracious reader, you can find a list of her favorite books at avivavaughn.com/about
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