J. Margot Critch - In Her Best Friend's Bed

She wants him so much!

Abby Shaw has had enough. She’s done with relationships (why are guys always so needy?) and wants to focus on getting her career off the ground. The fact that Trevor Jones—her new best bud and her boss—is seriously hot shouldn’t complicate things at all. But that deliciously hard, tattooed body? A kiss that suggests hours—and nights—of wicked pleasure? Yep, Trevor is trouble...

Abby and Trevor can’t resist turning “just friends” into “friends with sexy benefits.” Which means lots of hot sex, no messy emotions. It’s the perfect arrangement—at first. But their searing sexual chemistry verges on becoming dangerously intimate...and Abby will do just about anything to keep herself from falling in love with Trevor Jones.

“Do you want to be my friend?”

Abby leaned in and pressed her lips to the warm skin below Trevor’s scruffy jaw. “With benefits?”

All Abby heard and felt was Trevor’s groan as it rumbled from his throat, and he wrapped his fingers around the back of her head and pulled her to him. Their lips met with passionate fury. This kiss was more...heated. Like water sizzling on a hot pan, the months of sexual tension that had bubbled between them came boiling over as they grabbed at each other frantically and kissed against the door of her fridge.

Trevor’s hands slid up and down her body, exploring her curves, pushing her clothing out of the way. His body was pressed against hers, sandwiching her between his hard, warm front and the cold of the fridge door.

“God, Abby,” he muttered on a harsh exhalation, with a shake of his head.

She could feel the hard length of him pressed against her belly. Thankfully, he kissed her once again then brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “Where’s your bedroom?”

Dear Reader,

In my Blaze debut, In the Boss’s Bed, Abby and Trevor provide much needed advice and guidance to Maya and Jamie, their respective best friends. But in the course of writing the book, I kind of fell in love with Abby and Trevor. I knew almost immediately that I had to give them their own story.

Abby and Trevor became fast friends when Maya and Jamie moved to Las Vegas. Neither is looking for a romantic relationship, but when they decide to try a friends with benefits arrangement, they think that they can maintain emotional distance while enjoying some wild nights together. But they soon find themselves way over their heads when their feelings enter the picture.

Friends-to-lovers is one of my favorite tropes, because why wouldn’t somebody fall in love with their best friend? Who else knows your good and bad sides? Who knows what you like and what you don’t? Who do you go to when you’re having a bad day? But as we learn with Abby and Trevor, things aren’t always that easy.

I hope you enjoy reading In Her Best Friend’s Bed. If you ever want to chat, send me an email: jmargotcritch@gmail.com, or hit me up on Twitter: @juanitamcritch.

Cheers!

J

In Her Best Friend’s Bed

J. Margot Critch

www.millsandboon.co.uk

JUANITA MARGOT CRITCH currently lives in St. John’s, Newfoundland, with her husband, Brian, and their two little buddies, Simon and Chibs. She spends equal amounts of time writing, listening to Jimmy Buffett’s music and looking out at the ocean, all the while trying to decide if she wants coffee or a margarita.

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As always, to Brian. Thank you for being the man all romance heroes aspire to be.

To lovely editor-extraordinaire Johanna Raisanen at Harlequin Blaze. Thank you for all of your guidance, support and patience. None of this could have happened without you.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Extract

Copyright

1

TREVOR JONES LOOKED around the lounge of Swerve Las Vegas Hotel and Night Club, and as he sipped his champagne, one thing was clear—Jamie Sellers sure knew how to throw one hell of a party. He caught sight of his friend and Jamie’s new fiancée, Maya, as they made their rounds, greeting people, shaking hands, hugging. Jamie was smiling, relaxed.

In all of the years that Trevor had known Jamie, he had never seen his friend look quite so laid-back. Trevor knew that normally this type of event, the opening of a new Swerve location, would have tied Jamie into a ball of frayed nerves. But Maya’s presence and her love must have calmed him that evening. She had turned Jamie into a new man entirely. Of course, Trevor was happy for his friend. And he was proud of Jamie’s accomplishments, but with his recent success in Las Vegas and the hand of his love, Trevor couldn’t help but think that he and Jamie were about to spend a lot more time apart, and, as a grown man, that filled him with more gloom than he would have expected. Maybe Jamie’s success, professionally and personally, made Trevor realize that he, himself, wasn’t getting any younger. He was in his thirties. Maybe it was time for Trevor to move on with his life, settle down.

Trevor took a deep breath, inserted a finger under the collar of his shirt and pulled the constricting material away from his neck. He rolled his shoulders. The tailored jacket that had fit him perfectly earlier that evening now stretched across his shoulders and didn’t give an inch, as his internal temperature rose high enough to boil water. Trevor couldn’t wait to get back to his room to remove the suffocating layers.

He hated wearing suits.

Trevor’s wardrobe normally consisted of casual wear—jeans and T-shirts. His work behind the bar required him to be comfortable and unrestricted in his movements, especially when it was time to do a little drink mixing and flair bartending to the oohs and ahhs of the crowd. But the second you fasten all of the buttons on a shirt up to the collar and add the silk noose of a necktie, a confining jacket and tight, shiny shoes, it was enough to make a man go crazy.

He took a gulp of champagne and a meaningful look at the hardworking staff behind the bar. He wished he was back there, in his element, instead of a guest at the party. He just wasn’t in the mood to socialize, and Trevor wondered if Jamie would mind if he left the party early and went back to his room.

“You’re pretty quiet tonight over here by yourself.” He heard her voice behind him, interrupting his reverie. He recognized the voice—smoky, breathy—and he knew who he would see when he turned. But he wasn’t prepared for the visage she presented. Abby, Maya’s best friend. She was the feisty, pixie-haired blonde he had met on a couple of previous occasions before offering her a job behind the bar with him at the original Swerve, back home in Montreal.