You met Joe Winston in Lori Foster’s Wild. Now, the Winston brothers’ seductive, bad-boy cousin is back and up against a woman who’s immune to his considerable charms—or so it
seems . . .
IRRESISTIBLE FORCE—MEET IMMOVABLE OBJECT
Joe Winston has a routine with women: he exists; they swoon; roll credits. With his smoldering looks, macho style, and irrepressible charm, Joe can have any woman—except the one he really wants. Secretly, Luna Clark may lust after Joe, but she’s made it clear that she’s too smart to fall for him. He can just keep holding his breath, thank you very much. But now, Luna’s inherited two kids who need more than she alone can give in a small town that seems hell-bent on driving them away. She needs someone to help out . . . someone who can’t be intimidated . . . someone just like Joe. Becoming an instant family wasn’t exactly what Joe had in mind, but hey, it’s a start, and you can’t blame a guy for trying every angle.
After all, where there’s a Joe, there’s a way . . . straight into a woman’s heart.
“When it comes to delivering sexy and sensual romance, author Lori Foster is in a class by herself.” —RT Book Reviews
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Sprawled out flat on his stomach, his big body stretched end to end on the full-sized bed. Two women loomed over him, touching him, quietly oohing and ahhing. They were so absorbed in their scrutiny, they didn't even notice Luna's entrance, hadn't heard her knocks. She shook her head, but she understood, indeed, she did.
After all, Joe was buck naked.
And he had a ... tattoo on his ass?
Huh. Luna squinted to read the ornate script wrapped around a three-dimensional heart. It looked like it said I Love Lou. She frowned. Now what was that about? She knew without a single doubt Joe Winston was into women, not men — as witnessed by the two Barbie dolls presently pampering him.
One of those women whispered with longing, "I do wish he'd wake up."
The other sighed. "I've been trying for half an hour. No luck."
Luna cleared her throat, and when the women looked up, startled and somewhat guilty, she explained, "The front door wasn't locked."
Rather than question her sudden presence or order her out, as Luna expected, the women shared a glance and flushed. The breasty blonde even dropped her hands from Joe's back where she'd been petting him.
The redhead bit her lip in nervousness. "Ummm ... Who are you?"
Seeing that Joe hadn't moved, was apparently, in fact, sound asleep just as they'd said, Luna seized her opportunity. She stared with contrived contempt at both women, raised her chin in disdain, and uttered with complete absurdity and unrivaled fiction, "I'm his wife. Get out."
That they didn't question her told Luna all she needed to know. These women weren't important to Joe or they'd have already learned all about his aversion to marriage. She almost smiled as the women tripped past her — until she saw the bottle of pills on Joe's nightstand.
Striding forward, Luna read the label and saw that they were rather powerful pain pills. She frowned and set them aside. No wonder he was out cold. But what had happened to him? Why was he medicated?
He didn't move, but he did give a slight, snuffling snore and shifted the tiniest bit. His shoulders, as wide as a tank and just as sturdy, drew her hand. Luna touched him, felt the hot silk of his taut flesh — and realized she was trembling. Not that she was nervous about her mission. Nope. But hey, Joe was naked, and if that wasn't enough to make any red-blooded female shake, then what could?
She hadn't seen him in three long months. The last time he'd asked her out, he'd told her if she refused him, he wouldn't ask again.
His thick blue-black hair lay in disarray, a sharp contrast to the rumpled, snowy white pillowcase. His heavily whiskered jaw appeared clenched, and as Luna looked closer, she saw a purplish shadowing around his eye. A bruise?
Sitting on the side of the bed, Luna shook his shoulder. "Joe, wake up."
At her nearness, his nose twitched; then with a slight frown, he drew a slow, deep inhalation of breath. With exaggerated effort, he got one thickly lashed eye to open. The seconds ticked by while they stared at each other.
Abruptly his other eye snapped open and Luna got snared in his flinty, dark blue gaze. In a voice deep and rough from sleep, he said, "I thought I recognized that scent."
Bemused, Luna pulled back. "Sorry, champ, but I'm not wearing perfume —" Her statement strangled in her throat when Joe rolled to his back with a rumbling groan of agony. His new position gave her a shocking display of his battered ribs along with a variety of bruises and scrapes on his chest, face and abdomen.
Someone had hurt him.
Outrage blossomed, but the outrage was tempered by awareness because he also provided her with a full frontal view of his gloriously naked body — and wow, what a view it was.
Joe Winston might be a bonified jerk, a sexist pig in fact, but Luna had no complaints with his physique. He was all bulky strength, long bones, dark hair and sinew. And sex appeal, the man had it in spades.
She was trying to convince herself to look away when Joe snagged her upper arms and dragged her over him.
"You don't need perfume," he purred in what could only be a tone of seduction.
Alarm shot up her spine. "Oh, no, big boy. Hang on there ..."
Even weak and apparently drugged, Joe had no problem overpowering her, big overgrown lug that he was. She ended up with her breasts crushed to his massive hairy chest, her legs caught between his. He grunted in pain, then growled in appreciation.
"Joe," she started to object — and his mouth covered hers.
Luna recognized the danger of the moment even as she thrilled at the strength of his thick arms circling her, the press of his groin into her belly, the damp heat and gentle hunger of his mouth. The summer temperatures outside had nothing on Joe. The man was too hot. It had always been like this with him. He touched her, and common sense fled.
Without her conscious permission, Luna's eyes drifted shut and for only a moment, a single moment, she gave in, kissing him back, taking his taste and giving him her own.
He made a sound of hunger as his big, hard hand opened on her back, mostly bared by her halter top. His fingertips were rough, warm, and before she could assimilate that, they slid low to her bottom to enclose an entire cheek. He gently squeezed.
Like a shot, Luna sprang from the bed to glare down at him. She was breathless and annoyed and damn it, he still looked good enough to eat.
Deep blue eyes narrowed on her face, expressive and intent. "Come back here."
He said that as if he really expected her to obey. She almost did. "You," she accused, valiantly resisting temptation, "are drugged."
Amazingly, his hand slid to his lap and he laid his fingers lightly against himself. Wearing a crooked smile, Joe murmured, "I'm still fully functional."
Her jaw loosened; her mouth fell open. Oh, Lord. It took a lot to knock her off kilter, and this qualified. Luna wanted to swoon, to fan her face. She wanted to touch him, too, to feel the strength of him, the hot silk of his flesh, the crisp black hair.
Absurd. Men, even big, muscular, overconfident hulks, did not affect her this way, to the point she had trouble breathing or forming a coherent thought. She swallowed hard and managed to keep her eyes on his face. "I didn't come here for that, Joe."
"I came to talk."
"Let's talk in bed."
His purring tone sank into her bones, weakening her resolve. Trying for a little attitude, she summoned a teasing smile. "You're the only man I know who gets aroused by pain medicine."
His gaze slid over her breasts beneath the brightly colored halter edged in shiny beads. "I've been on pain meds for three days now, honey. Trust me, they don't turn me on."
Suspicion dawned. "You're not as out of it as I thought, are you?" He groaned, winced, and forced himself a little straighter in the bed. "Out of it, no. Not anymore. In pain, yes. Give a hand, will you?"
Mouth flat, eyes watchful, Luna wrapped both hands around his thick upper arm. Muscles bunched and flexed against her palms, raising her awareness level even more. He braced against her, then shoved himself upward in the bed until his back rested on the pine headboard. He looked pale from the effort and so battered she almost softened toward him.
"Jesus," he muttered, "my ribs are killing me and my knee hurts like a son of a bitch."
She could see that. He was tense with the pain, his forehead damp. But Joe wasn't a man you coddled, especially not while he was in a bed and naked.
Once he was propped up, he let out a slow, cautious sigh.
Choosing discretion over titillation, Luna tossed the top sheet over his lap.
Joe blinked at her. "Getting to you, huh?"
Yes. "Not at all." His long, hairy legs still showed, so she spread the sheet over his lower body and tucked it in around him, doing her best to ignore his knowing smile and the way the sheet tented with his semi-arousal.
"Thanks," he murmured with a lot of irony; then he cautiously stretched, settling in a bit more. "I'm glad you're here."
"Of course you are." Luna put herself a safe distance from the bed and the reach of those long muscular arms. "You looked to be suffering greatly with two women fawning all over you."
"Suffering? Yeah, that about sums it up. Why do you think I was playing possum?" He kicked the sheet loose until his right leg was again visible, clear up to the paler skin of his hip. "The insatiable tyrants don't understand that I'm only human, and subject to injury."
Refusing to give herself away, Luna kept her gaze glued to his face. "You're telling me they were here for sex?"
"Did either of them look like Florence Nightingale to you? And I don't have any money, so they couldn't be after that. What else is there but sex?"
Luna rolled her eyes. "I can't believe I came here."
"Yeah, me either. Why are you here, by the way? Oh, wait, you're my wife, right?"
His expression was alight with devilish delight, enhanced by his slightly crooked nose and the small gold hoop in his ear. Joe would enjoy embarrassing her, making her ill at ease. But she had no time to be embarrassed, no time for second thoughts.
Drawing a fortifying breath and praying he wouldn't give her a hard time about it, Luna said, "The truth is Joe ... I need you."
Joe did his best to hide his reaction to the thumping, grinding pain in every muscle, bone and joint. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing eight o'clock. He'd been in bed forever it seemed, and God, he felt like something the cat had mauled, killed, and then dragged in. But he couldn't afford to be distracted with the annoying pain right now.
Luna had sought him out, and by God, he'd take advantage of the moment if it killed him.
"As I recall," he said around a wave of discomfort, "you told me to get lost. Sounded pretty sincere to me, too."
Seeing Luna Clark flush was a unique experience. Usually she was all brass balls and feminist pique. Not once had he ever witnessed any insecurity in her.
Her chin rose. "You know why, Joe."
"Because you're cold-hearted?" The second he said it, he held up a hand. "No, don't abuse my already abused body. One more blow and I'm done for."
She did look ready to clout him, not that he didn't deserve it. Whenever he got near her, it seemed he had no control over his wayward tongue, his better sense, or his lust. But damn it, her continued rejection nettled him so much that more often than not he behaved like a complete ass.
Uncomfortable with that fact, Joe shifted, and a groan slipped out without his permission.
She inched closer. "What happened to you anyway? Did you accost another woman and she took a ball bat to you?"
Joe hid his grin. "A little grab-ass is not accosting." At the worst of times, Luna could amuse him. And now he finally had her where he wanted her.
His cousin Zane had called yesterday to explain that Luna would be visiting, that she had a situation — which was as much explanation as Zane would give — and that she could use his special skills. Naturally, Joe had agreed to help out. Hell, Luna was the best friend to his cousin's wife, which made her practically family. And Joe would do anything for family.
Yeah. That sounded plausible enough to suit him.
She'd gotten here sooner than he'd expected, though. He'd thought to have a few more days to recoup before he had to pit wits with her.
Her mesmerizing eyes shone with annoyance and disbelief. "I barely knew you, Joe. I brought you a sandwich, and half a minute later you had your hands all over me."
Despite his aches and pains, the memory warmed Joe. Locking onto her gaze, he said in his defense, "You have that kind of bottom, honey. All round and soft."
Her color deepened. "Of all the stupid, sexist —"
"It's irresistible," Joe insisted, and meant it. "It begs for a man's hands. It —" There looked to be an explosion imminent, so Joe wisely let that go for now and instead distracted her. "And for your information, no, I didn't get beat up by a woman." He snorted. "How absurd is that?"
"I dunno." Her body vibrated with tension. "I'm ready to beat you up."
Oh, he'd love for her to get close enough to try. For that brief moment when he'd pulled her over him, touching body to body in all the right places, he'd felt alive. Aware. Hungry in a way that had eluded him since ... well, the last time he'd touched her. Damn.
But she kept her distance. Smart girl. "If you want the gory details, some slimy bastard snuck up and blindsided me. I think it was a two-by-four, though, not a ball bat."
Finally, a dose of the sympathy he deserved. Joe grunted. "That's right. The first blow was to my head, and I still have the lump to prove it. Knocked me on my ass." He gingerly touched the tender spot behind his left ear. "That's all I remember until I came to." And for good measure, he added, "I barely managed to make it home."
Little enough exaggeration there. Getting up the steps to his second-floor apartment had seemed a monumental feat, especially with his twice-cursed bum knee. Even with the help he'd had, it had proved damn difficult.
With a very satisfying, very womanly look of concern in her beautiful light brown eyes, Luna moved closer to the bed. "You've seen a doctor?"
"Yeah, and had a whole series of X rays and pokes and prods. Nothing's broken, though it feels like half my body is crushed. Final verdict was that I'd live, and with some well-placed ice packs, bed rest, and pain meds I should be good as new in a week or so."
Her concerned gaze skimmed over him. "Are you able to move much?"
Now we're talking. "The hips work just fine, honey. Course, it'd probably be easier if you did all the — hey, c'mon now, Luna, I was just teasing." He barely managed to hold in his laugh. "Don't storm away."
She pivoted on her heel and stomped back toward him. Joe braced himself, waiting for the blast of her ire. She surprised him by drawing a deep breath, then another. And one more.
He sighed. She was such a volatile, passionate woman, which made tweaking her temper fun. He raised a brow. "Got control of yourself?" She gave one sharp nod.
The little liar. She wanted to bludgeon him. "Good." He patted the side of the bed next to his hip. "So tell me about this 'needing me' stuff. I'm all ears."
"God, Joe, you're exasperating." She dragged a hand through her hair. Today it was soft brown, shoulder length, silky straight. But Luna was such a chameleon, constantly changing on him, Joe wouldn't be surprised if it was red tomorrow and blond the day after. To date, he'd seen her with just about every shade and style to her hair, to the point he had no clue what her natural coloring might be. First time he got her naked, he'd find out, though. He could hardly wait.
In the meantime, he liked it that she kept him guessing. The novelty drew him. Yeah, that was it. The novelty.
From the very beginning, Luna had intrigued him. And he hadn't lied — the woman had a killer ass. He'd picked up on that the moment she'd come sashaying into his cousin's computer store where he'd been helping out during a difficult time. Because Joe had been doing Zane a huge favor by minding the register, Zane had asked Luna to bring him lunch.
At first, Luna had been more than pleasant, flirting in a way that Joe now realized was a natural part of her nature, not a come-on for him personally. She'd looked at him with those slanted, golden eyes, and he'd seen what he wanted to see: an invitation.
Under normal circumstances, Joe kept a clear head at all times. But with Luna, nothing felt normal. In so many ways, she shot his perspective all to hell. On that particular day, she'd turned to set the meal on the checkout counter, presenting Joe with a perfect view of that delectable rear end, and without even thinking about it or the possible consequences, he'd ... touched her.
That is, if you could call a pat, followed by a fullpalm squeeze, a mere touch. Soft, warm, resilient ... He'd gotten one handful and immediately wanted more. A whole lot more.
But Luna had gone rigid, and from one second to the next Joe found himself wearing his lunch instead of getting to eat it. She'd stormed out without giving him a chance to apologize or explain or coax her into a better mood.
It hadn't been easy, but Luna had eventually forgiven him. After all, the chemistry was there, as undeniable to her as it was to him. At Zane's wedding, Joe had finally managed to ease her into one long, wet, blistering kiss that had haunted his nights for three months now.
Excerpted from "Say No To Joe?"
Copyright © 2003 Lori Foster.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
GREAT PICK ME UP BOOK. I LOVED JOE.
WOW!!!! Joe is soooo SEXY! This was my first book of hers I read and it is still my favorite, but I'm trying to read more or her stuff!! I love Luna... she is kooky, but that works for me, and JOE... Make sure you're in a cool room when you read this one...
Joe Winston is cocky, super alpha and bad-boy sexy...he's also one of the good men and proves it with not only his willingness to help Luna with two troubled kids, but in the way he goes about doing it. I cannot remember the last time I was so moved by a romance. I put that book down wanting to be a better person, a more patient mother...feeling like love truly was the most powerful force in the Universe. Luna is a woman you have to admire, a true heroine and both characters have stunning depth and sincerity. Lori is a fantastic author, but this book goes beyond the norm. This books is POWERFUL! If you don't cry during at least one of the scenes between Luna, Joe and the kids...your heart is made of stone. Yes, the book is funny in places. Yes it is sexy - gorgeously so. Yes the romance is wonderful, but it is more...so much more. It is a book that will grab your heart, won't let go and when you finish it, your heart will feel lighter, stronger, full of hope. An absolute MUST READ.
Joe Winston is a a body guard, former cop and former bounty hunter. Wrap all this in a womanizing, too sexy and stuck on himself character and he's the last person independent and sassy Luna Clark should ever be attacted to. But, as they say, opposites attract. When Luna becomes guardian for her cousin's two children who seem to not only be in trouble, but attract trouble as well, Joe is the only one Luna feels comfortable turning to. Joe is on the mend from a vicious beating and more than happy to spend some time with Luna. Will this instant family find the support they all desperately need from each other?This was a cute contemporary romance with a bit of action and a bit of mystery. Many characters were introduced that I imagine go on to star in their own books. This is only the second Lori Foster book I've read and so far I've found her characters a bit over the top. Despite this I do like the books. Her stories are quick and enjoyable and I've already requested another one from the library.
Say No To Joe has plenty of laughs and an abundance of heart. What does it take to build a family? Lori Foster is good at giving questions to ponder in her entertaining reads. What starts out as a battle of wills, evolves into a maturity of the heart. Luna and Joe have much to learn about each other. He's egotistical, she's uptight but when the chips are down, it's better to have someone in your corner. Family, laughter and happily ever after.
You can never go wrong with a Lori Foster book and I am so glad she is reissuing some of her previous titles! This book is the start of a spin off series from the Winston Brothers. It covers their cousin Joe Winston and Luna Clark. Luna has just been informed that 2 young cousins of hers have been orphaned and need a new guardian as other family members keep leaving them. But there has also been trouble surrounding them and she needs help to deal with that. So she asks Joe to help handle the problems that seem to crop up since that is what he is good at. I have to say, I love this book! Joe and Luna together just crack me up, and then you throw in side characters and it just gets better! Joe is tough and thinks he doesn't need (or want) a woman permanently in his life. Until he spends actual time with Luna and realizes exactly what he needs and wants. And then throw in two great kids who need someone there who will love them? It's excellent! Luna is used to everyone leaving. When she finds out about her young cousins she makes the choice that they will not feel like that any longer. She will do whatever she has to to make sure they know they are wanted and taken care of. And the way she does it, even with knowing nothing about kids, is a beautiful thing to read. I am so glad I got the chance to re read this book! Definitely well worth it and made me go back and re read the others in this series!
This was one of the most entertaining books! I absolutely loved it! The beginning had me fooled. I'm not a huge fan of the ultimate player who thinks marriage is worse than jail and the beginning was focused on Joe's playboy ways a bit too much. But once Luna asked for Joe's help, I was pleasantly surprised to see how much Joe was gone for Luna and the story just got better and better. Luna is being asked to take over guardianship of her 14 and 9 year old cousins that she didn't even know about. Since their single mom passed away, they've been passed from one relative to another. Luna has been informed there is some issues with the children and the townsfolk so she asks Joe to come with her, temporarily, to help get things settled. Joe is a former policeman turned bounty hunter, then bodyguard. If anyone can deal with any trouble to come along, it's Joe. I can't really say enough how much I loved this story. I love small town settings because you get a lot of side characters that play a small, but noticeable part in the story. Add in kids who just need someone to love them and I was a goner. Joe, a former playboy, becoming a protector and all domesticated was just icing on the cake. This author has me loving these people in the story so much I had to go see if any of them have their own book and I'm so excited to see she does. Especially Jamie Creed. I'm not sure if his book can hold up to the hype of his character in this book but I'm not wasting time to go find out. ARC provided by NetGalley.
i read this story about 3 times. this is part of lori's visitation series, and i love all of them!
This is definitely one of my favorites from the Visitation series, Joe is a VERY likeable character and I was happy to see him get his own story, and a happily ever afer! This series has a been a wonderful library discovery for me and a wonderful reintroduction to Ms. Foster! Highly recommend you aquaint yourself with the men of Visitation!
So sexy and sweet and tender..just the way she writes as always
this series is great
The chemistry between Luna and Joe is palpable. You can feel the repressed sexual energy rolling of Joe in waves. The family dynamic with the kids adds to the loveyou feel for the cast of characters
Lori foster became one of my favorite author after i read this book! It is well written. It is a must read if you love lori fosters books!!