"Joe Taylor is terrified of being touched. It's made him a recluse, but he doesn't mind being shut in his apartment, churning out novels for his pretty editor.

Then Kisten Jones walks into his life, a perfect Prince Charming who won't let up on his attempts to get Joe to come out of his shell.

No matter how hard he tries, there's something about that kid Joe just can't resist... but no road traveled was ever easy, and they'll face more than their share of problems before they can get their Happily Ever After."

Touch

It was promptly five o' clock Saturday evening when I knocked on Joe's door. I whistled between my teeth, tapping my foot, arms crossed over my chest as I waited impatiently for him to open the door. It took long enough that I started to wonder if he was going to come out. The key Elizabeth had made for me was in my pocket, but I didn't want to give up my tactical advantage so soon. So I started to bang on his door instead.


"Joe Taylor, if you don't get your lazy ass out of your apartment right now, I swear I'm going to throw your Keurig off the balcony the next time I come over!"


The door whipped open, and my favorite blonde writer glared up at me."Don't threaten the coffee!" He looked so angry, his nose wrinkled up."I was just gelling down my hair, relax."


I was speechless, my usual sarcastic retorts absent in the face of his costume. Then I started to laugh, bending over and gasping for air. I knew without looking that he was glaring at me with his wrinkled nose.


Chapter 9