Friends to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Series: Aisle Bound, Book 3
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Playboy

A Chicago florist struggles with revealing her longtime lust for a hotel manager lothario who's about to be shipped back to England.

For years, wedding florist Daphne Lovell harbored a secret crush on one of her best friends. When the lights go out in a hotel ballroom, she seizes the opportunity to kiss him senseless. It works, but too well. He searches the room, trying to find the mystery pair of lips. Only... he never thinks to ask the woman standing by his side.

Gibson Moore’s friends joke that he manages a hotel so he always has a fresh batch of women to hit on. The lothario Brit doesn’t discount that perk of his job. But he’s ready to halt the cavalcade of women if only he can find the one who kisses like a dream. Why is it his friend Daphne refuses to help him with the search?

Life gets upended when Gib’s hotel is sold, and the new company refuses to let an Englishman manage their American hotel. Should he scramble to stay in Chicago? Or take the dream job offered to him back in London, a place he’d sworn never to return? Daphne gets chosen to compete in a reality television flower show that could lead to her exit from the Windy City. Will they go their separate ways, or let their burgeoning love bloom?

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  • “If you’re looking for a feel-good, true-blue romance, then get this book on your list.” ~ Read Love Blog
  •  “FRIENDS TO LOVERS is an amazingly wonderful story you shouldn’t miss!” ~ The Romance Reviews Top Pick!
  • “Barth’s ability to write fun and sexy heroes and heroines is one of the many reasons she has become a must-buy author to me.” ~ The Book Pushers
  • Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews labels it A True Gem ~ “This book was simply a sexy thrill ride from start to finish and I was more than happy to jump on and throw my hands up in the air while enjoying it!”
  • RT Book Reviews gave it 4 stars and said “Barth’s latest is a fun, fast read.”


“How long are you going to make me wait?” Daphne asked, her voice low and breathy.

Gib gave a swift glance up and down the hallway. Had anyone else heard her plea? She couldn’t be asking what he thought. Could she? He tried to back away, but his heel barely moved before hitting the kick guard on the bathroom door. “Pardon me?”

Closing the already-narrow gap between them, Daphne put both hands on his lapels. Then she stroked around in a tight circle. “Come on, Gib. Are you really going to make me beg for it?” Her right hand dropped to his hip. It slid down his thigh, moved inward just enough that in another second she’d feel his cock twitch at the unexpected visit.

Enough was enough. Daphne was his best friend. Of course he wouldn’t make her beg—unless she was naked. Different rules applied in bed. Now that she’d opened this particular Pandora’s box, the possibilities raced into his brain. In fact, he’d like nothing more than to lick her all over until she begged him to crawl on top of her. Crawl into her.

But for right now, he’d settle for a taste of her. Enough to take the edge of the lust rampant enough to drive Daphne to feel him up in the hallway. Gib grabbed her neck with one hand, her waist with the other, and reversed their positions. He drove her against the wall. Tried not to notice how well he fit into the notch between her thighs. And then he kissed her. Just like she wanted.

Gib unzipped her lips with a single swipe of his tongue. She opened to him, giving access to the hot silk of her mouth. The firm grip he had at her neck allowed him to angle her head up to meet him. Fingers thrust deep into the dandelion-soft glory of her hair. He heard the soft, mewling noise coming from the back of her throat, the rasp of her god-awful skirt against his trousers, the muted buzz of the meeting trickling into the hallway.

But mostly, Gib felt. Felt his cock swell. Her pulse galloping beneath his thumb. The slick mating dance of tongue against tongue a tease for what he now knew to be inevitable. Every stroke a fiery arrow straight to his crotch. Every new inch of her flesh he tasted thickening him, exciting him. Her arms cinched tight around his back, pulling him impossibly closer. This wasn’t a hi, how’s your day kiss. This was a launch sequence countdown begun kiss. Neither of them held back anything.

If Gib didn’t stop right now, he’d push her through that bathroom door. Hitch up that oh-so-handy skirt. Hike her legs around his waist. Take her in a stall until she screamed so loud the front desk would have to come investigate. And Gib was fairly certain that didn’t fall under the parameters Milo had laid out for treating Daphne to a real date.

So he backed off. Reluctantly. With a final, bruising brush of lips. Enough to swell her mouth so she’d run her finger over it in an hour, and think of him. Gib planted one hand on the wall, boxing her in to keep Daphne right where he wanted her. With his other, he stroked the edge of her cheekbone, following the path of summer freckles that refused to fade. “Is that what you wanted?”

She blinked a couple of times. Fast. “No.”

The woman was insatiable! Just the way he liked it. “I can’t give you any more, pet, unless we blow off this meeting. There are about five hundred hotel rooms on top of us. Not as good as mine, naturally. But they’ve all got locks on the doors, which is all we’ll need.” Gib regretted the offer immediately. Now it hung out there, like an X-rated thought balloon over a cartoon character.

The agenda for tonight, for once in his life, did not contain sex. He and Milo had laid out a painstaking plan. A decent amount of flattery as a base. A tip of the hat to their close friendship. Cap it off with the dazzling offer to wine and dine her. No mention of the kiss they’d shared. Milo predicted his roommate to be incapable of physical restraint if it came up. After all, an old dog can’t learn new tricks in a day. Gib had tried to resist. But when a woman rubbed herself on him, why wouldn’t he kiss her?

“Whoa. Did you just offer to do me? And in a rival hotel, of all places?” She cocked her head to the side. Wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure which I find more insulting.”

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