One More Day (The Alexanders) (Volume 1)

ONE MORE DAY is the first book in M. Malone's bestselling contemporary romance series: The Alexanders. Jackson Alexander lost everything when his wife died, including his ability to love. Until his neighbor, scared and on the run, reawakens feelings he thought he'd buried years ago...


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After a friend is murdered Ridley Wells runs to the only person she trusts, her twin sister. Her luck lands her passed out in the grass in front of resident bad boy, Jackson Alexander. She wakes up to find out that her twin is out of the country and she has nowhere else to go.

So when the handsome producer with the platinum smile mistakes her for her sister, she does something she knows she shouldn't.

She lies.

(A novel of mistaken identity, cloak-and-dagger intrigue, family drama, brothers fighting, supermodels with attitude, and hot sex between people who can't keep their hands off each other.)



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"I would say 'penny for your thoughts' but I have a feeling that thought would cost more than I'm worth."

Ridley ripped her gaze from the curve of his lips up to his now wide-open eyes.

Oops.

"Hi. I was just..." She decided not to even address her blatant staring. "...wondering if I could borrow something to sleep in?"

"Sure, sure. Of course." He got up slowly, unfolding his long legs from the couch one at a time. "Follow me. Sorry I conked out at the end there. I guess I was more tired than I thought." He waved for her to follow him up the stairs and she did, keeping her eyes on her own feet so she couldn't ogle the way his jeans fit him as he walked.

She was in his room before she'd realized what she'd done. "Oh, I'll just wait out in the hall," she stammered.

"No. Stay." Those two simple words halted her in her tracks. He smiled a slow, sexy grin before pulling open the second drawer in his bureau. He rummaged for a while, pulling out shirts and then pushing them back in. "I'm trying to find one of my shorter ones so it won't swallow you up."

"Oh, I like them longer. It'll hang lower and cover my legs like a nightgown."

He stopped digging and glanced at her. Then his eyes dipped lower to take in her bare legs exposed by the mid-thigh, terry-cloth shorts she wore. "Right."

He held out a shirt and Ridley took it carefully, making sure their fingers didn't touch.

"Well, thanks again. Good night." She fled the room, racing down the darkened hallway, not stopping until she reached the door of the guest room. She turned the handle and opened the door, but before she entered she looked back.

She had to.

Jackson stood in the same position next to his dresser. The heat of his gaze burned over her entire body and she shivered as her nipples peaked against her shirt. She didn't know him well enough to interpret the look on his face but she could interpret her body's response.

God, she wanted him.

He'd been nothing but a gentleman all day, seeing to her every need, listening to her vent and keeping her company. He hadn't made any moves on her, hadn't done anything suggestive or said anything provocative. Was he just being a good host and making sure she made it to her room?

Or was he imagining what she would look like when she stripped off her clothes and went to bed wearing nothing but his shirt?


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