Exclusive Excerpt: Coming Apart At the Seams – Jenna Sutton

We have an exclusive excerpt from Jenna Sutton’s COMING APART AT THE SEAMS.  Enjoy!

Teagan’s bedroom door opened, and he heard her light tread on the hardwood floors as she came down the hall. He flipped the sandwiches before turning to face her. She stopped abruptly when she saw him. They stared at each other across the room, and he ran his gaze from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and up again.

Her long, dark hair waved loosely around her face, shiny from its recent wash. Her cheeks were tinted pink, but thankfully no longer red from fever, and her eyes were much brighter. Her nose and lips still looked a little raw, but overall, she looked a thousand times better.

A light blue flannel nightgown with a long line of buttons enveloped her from neck to knees. Her legs and feet were covered in fuzzy black socks that started right where her nightgown ended. They looked a little like leg warmers, but they were tight and clingy.

It was a decidedly unattractive look, nothing sexy about it, yet all he could think about was unbuttoning those tiny little buttons, one by one, until he bared her plump breasts to his gaze. He’d been fantasizing about the color and taste of her nipples for months.

Or maybe he could take the easy route, pulling that old lady nightie up and over her head so he could lay his hands on her bare ass. He was desperate to shape its round curves and touch her smooth white skin.

Teagan joined him in the kitchen, and before he could say anything, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. He squeezed her to him, rubbing big circles on her back.

She had scared him last night. A lot.

She’d been burning up, totally out of it, and none of the drugs he had poured into her mouth had seemed to help. He’d been so worried he had called Letty in the wee hours of the morning to get her opinion on whether he should take Teagan to the hospital.

He relied on Letty more than he’d ever let himself depend on anyone. She had become an important part of his life, and he trusted her to give him good advice, especially since she’d raised three children.

Letty had told him to keep a close watch on Teagan, so he’d slept in her room, checking on her every hour. When her fever had finally broken this morning, he had been so relieved he’d felt light-headed.

The smell of burning bread drifted to his nose, and Nick reached behind him to turn off the stove. The movement pushed his chest against Teagan’s, and he tried not to notice her breasts.

He was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra because he could feel how full and firm they were. His heart rate increased, pumping blood straight to his cock, and he stepped back to put some room between them before he had to explain why he had an erection . . . again.

She looked up, and he smoothed her hair away from her face. It smelled fruity, like tangerines maybe, and his taste buds quivered. He pushed down the urge to nuzzle his nose into her hair before licking his way down her neck.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

He smiled. Her voice sounded like the offspring between a bullfrog and a goose.

“You’re such a good friend,” she continued.

Friend.

The smile slid from his face. He was starting to hate that fucking word, especially when Teagan’s kissable lips said it.

“You’re going to get sick, you know,” she warned. “I already gave this to Bebe.”

He shrugged. He didn’t get sick a lot, and when he did, he rode it out alone. He remembered having strep throat in high school and being so sick he could barely move. His dad had been in New York City for a book tour, and he’d been irritated when Nick had called him. He had told him to “use his head and find a doctor.”

Nick shook off the memory, focusing on Teagan’s face. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and her skin looked dewy from the shower.

“You won’t be so blasé about it when you’re suffering with this plague,” she predicted. “You’ll blame me for giving it to you.”

He stared into her eyes. He already suffered from something she had given him: a bad case of lust.

From the author of All the Right Places, a sweet and sexy romance about finding the right words and the perfect fit…

Love can take some time to break in…

Teagan O’Brien, heiress to the Riley O’Brien & Co. denim empire, is anything but a spoiled rich girl. She’s worked hard to secure her place in the family business and can hold her own, in and out of the office. Only one man has ever been able to get under her skin—sexy football star Nick Priest. Years ago they crossed the line from friends to lovers, but he left her heartbroken. Since then, she’s been determined to keep him at arm’s length—no matter how tempting he looks in his jeans…

Nick has fortune, fame, and looks that make most women hot and bothered. But he doesn’t have the woman he really wants. He knows he screwed up when he walked away from Teagan, and now that he has a second chance, he’ll do whatever it takes to win her over—no matter how tongue-tied he gets…

Jenna Sutton is the author of the Riley O’Brien & Co. series. Her debut novel, ALL THE RIGHT PLACES, is the first book in the series.

Writing about hot, lovable guys and the smart, sexy women who make them crazy is the culmination of a lifelong dream, and she feels so lucky to be able to do it.

Jenna spent most of her career as an award-winning journalist covering business-related topics including healthcare, commercial real estate, retail, and technology. She has a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism from Texas Christian University and a Master’s degree in Integrated Marketing Communications from Northwestern University.

Jenna and her husband live in Texas a 103-year-old house affectionately known as “The Money Pit”.