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What happens when the cute mountain man you made out with in an ice fishing shack turns out to be your brother’s best friend?

A whole lot of awkward, that’s what.

Maggie’s mind is reeling when she discovers the guy she became tangled up with at Marv’s Bait & Tackle isn’t a stranger like she thought.

The big snag: Sam and Maggie’s chemistry is hot enough to melt ice, which makes keeping their secret far more difficult than either expected. Especially when one of them decides they want this arrangement to be more than just a catch and release.


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Amy Daws

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An all-new ‘Brother’s Best Friend’ romantic comedy with a “bait shop meet cute” (because nothing says sexy like live bait! LOL) is available now from author Amy Daws, and I have a sneak peek for you. This is a standalone follow up to Wait With Me.

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Excerpt

Suddenly, I hear Miles bellow, “There you are, Megan! Come over here and meet my best buddy, Sam! He’s technically my boss at Tire Depot, but I don’t like to remind him, orhe gets a big head.”

I turn to shake hands with whoever Miles is talking to, and suddenly, I feel like I’ve been kicked in the nuts.

Or actually…the taint.

Yeah, this feeling right here…it’s too deep for a nut kick. This panic-seizing, gut-twisting, body-tremoring attack overwhelming all my senses has a taint kick written all over it.

Because I’m staring into the stunning blue eyes of my ice fishing companion from the past two weekends.

“Sam, this is my baby sister, Megan, visiting us all the way from Utah. Megan, this is my best friend, Sam.” Maggie’s smile falters with recognition as Miles, her…brother—oh fucking fuck, her brother—drapes his arm over her shoulder and smiles back at me.

Like a moron, I instantly bring my beer to my lips and take three slow glugs. Whatever I can do to avoid touching her outstretched hand right now because I’m convinced the second I touch her in front of her brother, Miles will know I’ve thought about her naked no less than nineteen times.

And now I’m thinking about her naked again.

I nod stupidly and continue to chug my beer like a damn college frat boy as Miles and Maggie watch me curiously. Finally, I pry the cold glass from my lips long enough to give her a head nod.

A fucking head nod.

Only douchebags who call a girl basic would give a fucking head nod.

I look down at where she’s still holding her hand out for me to shake, and God helpme, my traitorous eyes scan the rest of her body at the same time. Her perfect round tits are covered beneath this short black lace dress. It’s way too fucking dressy for the likes of Pearl’s, but hell if she doesn’t look sexy. She’s wearing black plaidtights and little ankle boots with a big ass heel that bring her up to my chin. I’d gotten used to her being at my chest in her snow boots. The same boots she was wearing when I kissed my best friend’s little sister in my fucking fishing hut.

My mind instantly begins trying to remember everything I said to Miles about his sister in his truck earlier. Jesus Christ, this is bad.

Suddenly, Maggie reaches out and forcefully grabs my hand to shake. “Hi Sam, my friends call me Maggie. Miles is the only one who still calls me Megan…even my parents say Maggie. It’s nice to meetyou…for the first time.”

She’s talking slow, and I feel myself nodding with buggy eyes as I attempt to swallow back the cotton in my mouth and ignore the sparks shooting up my hand from her touch. “Nice to meet you for the first time, too. How long have you been in town visiting?” Jesus hell, I sound like a robot on acid.

Her dimple flashes when she realizes I’m not going to spill the beans. “I just arrived a couple of hours ago.”

I unclench my jaw and belatedly realize we’re still shaking hands. “Today?” I can’t help but say it as a question because where the fuck has she been staying for the past week if Miles thinks she just got into town today?

“Yes, I was visiting my boyfriend in his hometown on the East Coast and decided to stay in Boulder for a few weeks before heading back to Utah.”

My eyes are blinking, and I can’t stop them because my mind is completely jumbled up right now. I can’t differentiate the lie from the truth. Is she still with her boyfriend and was lying to me? Or did she tell me the truth, and she’s lying to Miles?

This is why you don’t break your own rules, Sammy. Girls with baggage are never easy.

Finally, I find my voice, and say, “Well, I hope you have a pleasant visit.” I quickly yank my hand from hers and wave my empty beer bottle to Miles as he settles on the stool next to Kate. “I’m getting the next round. Nobody argue.”

I turn on my heel and hightail it over to the bar for some space to think. Propping myself on a stool, I thread my hands through my hair, reeling over what’s just happened. How the fuck did I not figure out that Maggie was Miles’s sister, Megan? They totally look related.

Does this mean I’m attracted to my best friend?

I shake that thought off instantly because Miles doesn’t have water balloon tits. Call me a barbarian but breasts are a must for me, I’m afraid. The bartender asks me what I’d like, and I reply, “Another bucket of Coors to stick my head into.”

He harrumphs and sets to work when a voice scares the shit out of me. “You can’t tell Miles about us.”

“What?” I exclaim, my head snapping over to find Maggie standing right next to me.

“You and me,” she repeats, leaning in so close her breast brushes against my arm. “You can’t tell Miles we know each other.”

“No shit,” I growl and yank my arm away from those glorious specimens that have turned me into a fucking pervert. Fucking fuck. Did I describe her tits to Miles earlier? Goddamnit, I’m a moron!“ Miles is going to rip off my nuts and hang them on the trailer hitch of his truck like those assholes who drive around with bull testicles.”

“What?” she asks, her blue eyes blinking with confusion.

I shake my head. “Never mind.”

“So we’re in agreement? He doesn’t need to know that you and I have…met before.”

She stares at me with a pleading look on her face, and my adulterous gaze drops down to the swell of cleavage beneath the lace overlay of her dress. I swallow hard and quickly turn back to face forward. Just stare at the liquor bottles on the shelf, Sam. Just stare at the liquor bottles on the shelf! “We’re in agreement.”

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