Friday, May 11, 2018

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from It's Complicated by Joyce Holmes #Contemporary #Romance


Today's excerpt is from It's Complicated by Joyce M. Holmes.
We hope you enjoy today's tease!

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She threw a hand up. “Look, maybe I’m interfering and you didn’t ask for help, but,” she hurried on, gaining speed as she went, “I spoke to this man with the best of intentions. You have lawyer fees and counseling fees, and heaven only knows what else with this court case. They can start to add up—”

“Okay, just stop. You’re making my head hurt.” He folded his arms across his chest. He had no intention of discussing the precariousness of his financial situation with Maggie. “This conversation is over.”

Her eyes sparkled with the love of combat. “Not if I keep talking, it isn’t.”

He glared at her, making it clear he didn’t appreciate her interference. She met his accusing gaze without flinching.

“Know what your problem is?” she asked, after an uncomfortably long stare-down.

“I only have one?”

She reached out and clutched at his hand, those long slender, talon-tipped fingers curling themselves around his, distracting him with their touch. Then she started yapping again, effectively killing the moment.

“You put on a good show, and sometimes I think you even believe it yourself, but you’re not invincible. You can use a helping hand once in a while.”

He shook his hand free and swung away from her, pacing off his frustration. “Contrary to what you believe, I’m not a charity case requiring someone to rescue me. I’ve always maintained if you’re looking for a helping hand, check the end of your own wrist first. I don’t need your pity.”

She moved in front of him, forcing him to stop, returning his impatient glare with an impressively irate one of her own. “It’s not pity, damn it. And it’s not charity. It’s a practical solution to your financial situation. Excuse me for caring.” Both arms flew into the air. “Excuse me for trying to help you out. For going out of my way to come up with some creative ideas to increase your income. This is a winning proposition for you, one that can pay dividends for years to come. Why are you so stubbornly against it?”

Her logic was infuriating, and it fueled his temper that he didn’t have a reasonable comeback. “Please, just shut up already.”

“Come on. We both know I can’t do that.”

He threw his head back and laughed, more out of exasperation than amusement. “You really can’t, can you?”

“I was only trying to help.” Her tone contained a pout, but her expression remained fierce.

“I don’t want your help. I didn’t ask for your help. Anyone ever tell you how maddening you can be, Maggie Lapage?”

The force of his words didn’t make her retreat. She stood her ground in front of him and poked a finger into his chest. “And you’re the most pig-headed man I’ve ever met.”

He smiled. “Thank you.”

“That was not a compliment.”

“Sure it was.” Even though he was still pissed off, it wasn’t hard to let the smile stretch into a smirk. She looked so damn exasperated, and for some perverse reason he found it amusing.

“You’re infuriating!” she yelled and wheeled away from him, flailing her arms in the air again. “Why can’t you see my intentions were good?”

He let his smile twist cynically. “Have you heard about the road to hell?”

“I…give…up.” She emphasized the words by drawing them out slowly.

“Wish I could believe that.”