April Love

118 Pages·2016·0.34 MB·English

by  Jans Honey

APRIL LOVE

by

Honey Jans

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Copyright  2005 by Julie Skerven

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ISBN 1-59374-369-6

Credits
Cover Artist: Nick Johns
Editor: Sue Vetter

Printed in the United States of America
WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT
APRIL LOVE

“What do you get when you combine one betrayed
woman, one divorced and commitment shy man, one
Victorian house in renovation, his meddling family
including a sister who designs sexy lingerie, and a big dog?
APRIL LOVE. Read it on a Saturday afternoon, when the
husband is home, and the kids aren’t.”
Cassie Walder, award winning author of sensual and erotic
romance

April Brooks is recovering from the hurt of walking in
on her fianceé in a very compromising position with one of
his grad students. Because she is 28 years old and
untouched, she is determined to lose her virginity. April
decides to approach her deflowering as a research project.
Will Shepard is trying to get over his divorce. He was hurt
very badly by his ex-wife and is not ready to trust a woman
again. He has always been known as the town rebel, but
now Will has matured and he is back in his hometown with
his very own construction company. He is hired to
remodel The Rosebud, a little bed and breakfast inn.
April goes into the town bar hoping to find a likely
prospect for her deflowering project. She spots "Billy"
Shepard and thinks he is a fine specimen. April approaches
him with a proposition. Will figures, why not take this
sexy lady up on it. He does not realize he will soon be
deflowering a virgin who is also his present employer.
Will takes April home with him and decides she needs
some love lessons to get her ready for the deflowering.
When they come together for the first time, passion
explodes. April is dumbfounded that she has been missing
out on these erotic
sensations all this time. She turns into a sexual wanton and
cannot get enough of Will.
Honey Jans writes a book that will keep you up until all
hours of the night. This book is so hot, you will need ice
water to cool down. It's a keeper.
Sherry
Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
Rating: 5 Cups
Dedication

I’d like to dedicate this book to my critique partners.
Ladies, thanks for all your help.
Chapter 1

She needed to get laid, April Brooks decided, climbing
onto a barstool in the back booth at Red’s Bar and Grill.
Resting her evening sandal shod feet on the table’s brass
rail, she surveyed the dancing couples with an envious eye.
She didn’t want permanence, just a real man to finally make
her feel like a real woman. Men might be cheating dogs in
general, but they did have their uses, like ridding a twenty-
eight-year-old woman of her virginity. She wanted to find
out what she was missing, ached to actually—if those
hollow longings between her legs were anything to go by.
She needed a dream lover—for one night.
Smoothing her new blue dress out on her lap, she
decided that it definitely beat her usual garb of lab coats and
business suits. They belonged to the old April, the dowdy
assistant college professor. This sexy new dress fit the new
April she wanted to become. She was determined to
reinvent herself as the owner of a successful Bed and
Breakfast, and as a woman with at least some semblance of a
sex life.
The jukebox twanged a song about ‘friends in low
places.’ That about summed up Red’s, and it fit her mood.
She hadn’t been able to resist coming here, after leaving a
friend’s wedding reception. Twin calamities flattened her
like a one-two punch two weeks ago, and she was still
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trying to get over them. First, her Aunt Sadie had been
incapacitated with a stroke. A week later, April’s personal
life and career had unraveled when she walked in on her
fiancé, Edmund Jones, having sex with one of his grad
students.
Humiliated, she’d instantly realized their three-year
platonic relationship had been nothing but a sham. She’d
been tamping down her sexual desires, saving herself for a
man that didn’t even want her. She coddled him, supported
him, and helped him with his work. In short, she’d been
more of a servant than a girlfriend. Edmund had suffered
from writer’s block, and she helped him get published. The
truth was, she’d written the articles and he claimed all the
credit. She hadn’t minded at the time, feeling sorry for
him.
Walking in on him, his trousers down around his
ankles and Tiffany kneeling in front of him, her lips
swallowing his small red penis as he made grunting sounds,
had vividly taught her how stupid she’d been. She resigned
her position rather than work under the man anymore.
Moving back home to run The Rosebud had been a
move in the right direction, but in some ways, the move
had only made her feel more discontent. Seeing her old high
school friends paired off reminded her that life was passing
her by. Fresh from a girlfriend’s wedding, she felt as
demoralized as a female could get. When her best friend
Ellen joked that she was so uptight she squeaked she knew it
was painfully true. It was high time she shed her cursed
virginity. She needed a dream lover—for one night.
Of course, her dream lover needed to be good at sex.
She required a man who could perform. Eyeing the
selection of men, she decided to approach her deflowering
as a research project. The perfect candidate’s qualifications
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were simple. He had to be reasonably good looking. He had
to be good at sex. And he couldn’t be clingy! This would
amount to a one-time occurrence.
A burst of masculine laughter from the head of the bar
snagged her attention. She recognized that laugh—that
powerful stance. Viewing him from the back, she still knew
him. Billy Shepard! A visceral thrill shot through her. Five
years older and the town’s rebel without a cause, tall,
muscular, dangerous, she shivered right down to her toes.
Now, Billy knew how to do it, and she’d bet her
bottom dollar he could perform like a super stud. Her gaze
swept up his long jean clad legs, to his sexy tight butt, up
his v-shaped muscular back, and focused on his wavy, coal
black hair. A bit too long, it brushed his collar. If his front
looked half as good as she remembered she’d just found her
man. Her father would have said he was a rebel, her mother
would have referred to him as too wild for his own good.
April thought he was just plain yummy.
He turned, and her heart fluttered, slamming against
her chest. He was still sexy as sin, and twice as good
looking. As if he felt her stare, he looked straight at her.
He’d grown into a hard-edged, handsome man, she
conceded. His eyes a dark midnight blue, his nose straight,
and his chin strong. Billy’s mouth—oh my, his mouth,
conjured up all kinds of forbidden fantasies. She wanted to
taste it. “Perfect,” she whispered, and he grinned, like he’d
read her lips. She looked away, flustered as her body
burned.
Will Shepard, stood stock still at the bar. The only
thing moving was his cock, swelling behind the fly of his
jeans. Little April Brooks was giving him a hard on from
across the room. Not so little anymore, he decided. She
was nicely filled out from her sweetly rounded ass, to her
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full breasts. They were more than a handful for him and he
had big hands. He’d noticed her the moment she’d entered,
tracking her movement across the bar. She was a lethal
combination. Half the men in the joint sat up and took
notice.
He knew precisely why she was back in sleepy Landis
Falls; she was the new proprietress of The Rosebud, one of
his firm’s biggest construction jobs. He’d been in the midst
of the renovation when Sadie Brooks had a stroke two
weeks back. Now little April Brooks was back to take the
helm. Watching the telltale blush on her face, he figured he
had something else he’d like her to take hold of—all twelve
inches.
Everything about her was a turn on, from her red hair
to her sparkling green eyes. She was unforgettable. When
she was five he’d chased her with worms and playfully
pelted her with snowballs. When she was twelve she’d been
a gangly girl with pigtails playing the flute in the middle
school band. He was just off to the army when she was in
high school. He remembered the shy former nerd she used
to be. Funny, but he hadn’t thought about her for years. He
watched her nibble her full lower lip, as she peeked back at
him, and he groaned. He knew when a woman wanted him.
Yeah, he had plans for those luscious lips.
Stalking her way, he acknowledged to himself that he
was acting like a damned fool, but it didn’t slow his stride.
He was respectable now. A businessman. His well
respected construction company belonged to the Chamber
Of Commerce, for Pete’s sake. After his divorce two years
back, he’d been very cautious about the women he chose to
bed. But, damn, like a moth drawn to an irresistible flame
he made his way to her side.
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April watched Billy cross the floor, his eyes never
leaving hers. What now? Considering how busy academic
life had kept her, she hadn’t learned how to flirt well. And
then, he was there, sidling up to her. Breathing in the
mingled scents of sandalwood and man, her heart fluttered
again. He seemed to take up the entire space; the noise and
people around them receded into insignificance.
He leaned in close. “Hello, pretty lady.”
Pretty? Her? Probably just pick-up lines, she decided
and promptly got lost in his deep blue eyes. “Hi.
I’m…um…Andrea. Yeah, Andrea Bates.” This would be
easier for her to do if she remained a mystery woman. Like
an actress playing a role, she could act sexy if she put her
mind to it. She held out her hand for him to shake,
watching his reaction to her blatant lie. There was a small
twitch of his manly lips, as he broke into a friendly smile.
“Will Shepard,” he said, setting his beer bottle on the
table to shake her hand.
April felt a surge of excitement as his big hand enfolded
hers. Her gaze darted down to the big bulge in his pants,
obvious behind the placket of his tight jeans, and she
gulped. He was definitely the right choice. Face heating, she
looked up giving him what she hoped was a confidant smile.
After a long moment, he let go of her hand and picked up
his beer. His long, thick fingers curled around the long neck
bottle.
They were big and rough from manual labor. How
would they feel on her sensitive nipples, on the hot spot
between her legs that was growing heavy and dewy as she
stared at his hand? Tracking her gaze back up to his face, she
watched him take a sip of his beer, his throat opening and
closing as he swallowed. Unable to hold it in any longer she
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