Let Me Be The One

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Harlequin, Dec 31, 2013 - Fiction - 400 pages
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How far would you go for a friend?

Back in San Francisco preparing for her big art show, Vicki Bennett needs help protecting herself and her career from the unwelcome advances of one of the judges. She knows that her longtime friend and baseball star, Ryan Sullivan, will know just how to handle things, and he's the only person she can imagine asking for help.

Ryan is thrilled to have Vicki back in his life, and he will do anything to protect her from harm, including playing the role of "pretend boyfriend." But when their staged kisses and caresses lead to an incredibly sensual night, they both worry that they may have damaged their friendship forever.

Have they made the worst mistake possible? Or is the perfect combination of friendship and love finally within reach?

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User Review  - msralways - LibraryThing

Ryan turned out to be a very sweet guy, just like every single Sullivn so far. Vicki was pretty great herself and I really liked that they had a past history, which only made the moment when they got together that much more sexy and hot and sweet. Read full review

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User Review  - amdrane2 - LibraryThing

This book, along with the rest of the series, is sweet, funny, romantic and sexy. These Sullivan boys and girls sure know how to knock the panties (or boxers) off their love interest. In here we ... Read full review

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About the author (2013)

Fifteen years ago, Palo Alto High School

Victoria Bennett couldn't take her eyes off Ryan Sullivan, who was standing in the high school parking lot laughing with some of the guys on his baseball team. As she continued on her way toward the art store on University Avenue, the image of Ryan kept playing on a continuous loop in her mind.

None of the other girls in her tenth-grade class could take their eyes off him, either. At least that was one thing that didn't make her stick out from the rest of her class. Her clay-stained fingers and clothes along with the "new girl" sign she felt like she was wearing during her first few weeks at every new school did that with no help whatsoever from Ryan...or his ridiculously good looks.

Normally, she would have gotten over his pretty face without much trouble. As an artist, she always worked to look beneath the surface of things, to try to find out what was really at the heart of a painting or sculpture or song. That went for people, too. Especially boys who, as far as she could tell, only ever told a girl what they wanted to hear for one reason.

No, what had her stuck on Ryan Sullivan was the fact that he was always laughing. Somehow, without being the class clown, he had a gift for putting people at ease and making them feel good.

Before she could catch herself, she put her fingers to her lips...and wondered what it would feel like if he kissed her.

She yanked her hand away from her mouth. Not just because dreaming of his kisses was borderline pathetic given the utter unlikelihood of that scenario, but because she needed to stay focused on her art.

She wasn't just another tenth grader mooning over the hottest boy in school.

She was studying her muse.

Vicki had never been much interested in sculpting formal busts before. Old, dead, overly serious guys in gray didn't really do it for her. But it had only taken a few minutes near Ryan at lunch her first day on campus to be inspired to capture his laughter in clay. She wished she could get closer to all that easy joy--if only to figure out how to translate it from her mind's eye to the clay beneath her fingers.

Yes, she thought with a small smile, she was perfectly willing to suffer for her art. Especially if it meant staring at Ryan Sullivan.

She was almost across the school parking lot when she noticed the traffic light turned from red to green. She could pick up her pace and make it across the street, but she slowed down instead. She'd been having such trouble getting the corners of the eyes and mouth just right on her Laughing Boy sculpture. Knowing there wasn't a chance that Ryan or his friends would notice her, rather than leaving the school grounds she closed the distance between them in as nonchalant a manner as she could. Surreptitiously, she observed Ryan from beneath the veil of the bangs that had grown too long over her eyes during the summer.

A few seconds later, his friends high-fived him and walked away. Ryan bent down to finish packing up a long, narrow black bag at his feet, which she guessed held his baseball stuff.

What, she wondered on an appreciative sigh at the way the muscles on his forearms and shoulders flexed as he picked up the bag, would happen if she talked to him? And what would he say if she asked him outright to pose for her?

She was on the verge of laughing out loud at her crazy thoughts when she heard a squeal of tires seemingly coming from out of nowhere in the parking lot. In a split second she realized an out-of-control car was fishtailing straight toward Ryan.

There wasn't time to plan, or to think. Without a moment's hesitation, Vicki sprinted across the several feet between them and threw herself at him.

"Car!"

Fortunately, Ryan's natural athleticism kicked in right away. Even though she was the one trying to pull him out of the way, less than a heartbeat later he was lifting her and practically throwing her across the grass before leaping to cover her body with his.

She scrunched her eyes tightly shut as the car careened past, so close that she could feel the hairs on her arms lifting in its wake. Breathing hard, Vicki clung to Ryan. Wetness moved across her cheeks and she realized tears must have sprung up from landing so hard on the grass.

The seconds ticked by as if in slow motion, one hard, thudding heartbeat after another from Ryan's chest to hers and then back again from hers to his. He was so strong, so warm, so beautifully real. She wanted to lie like this with him forever, more intimately, closer than she'd ever been with another boy.

Only, as voices rose in pitch all around them, suddenly the reality of what had just happened hit her.

Oh, my God, they'd both almost died! She was starting to feel faint when he lifted his head and smiled down at her. "Hi, I'm Ryan."

The way he said it, as if she didn't already know who he was, pierced through her shock. He acted as if it was normal to be sprawled all over a girl. Which, she suddenly realized, it probably was. For him.

Definitely not for her, though.

Her lips were dry and she had to lick them once, twice, before saying, "I'm Victoria." The words, "But my friends call me Vicki," slipped out before she could pull them back in.

His smile widened and her heart started beating even faster. Not from shock this time, but from pure, unfettered teenage hormones kicked into overdrive by his beautiful smile.

"Thank you for saving my life, Vicki." A moment later, his smile disappeared as he took in her tear-streaked cheeks. The eyes that she'd seen filled with laughter so many times during the first two weeks of school grew serious. "I hurt you."

She would have told him no, and that she was fine, but all breath and words were stolen from her the instant he brushed his fingertips over her cheeks to wipe away her tears.

Somehow, she managed to shake her head, and to get her lips to form the word no, even though no sound followed.

His laughing eyes were dark now, and more intense than she'd ever seen them. "Are you sure? I didn't mean to land so hard on you."

"I'm--"

How was she supposed to keep her brain working when he'd begun the slow, shockingly sweet process of running his hands over the back of her skull, and then down to her shoulders and upper arms?

One more word. That was all she needed to be able to answer his question.

"--fine."

"Good." His voice was deeper, richer than any of the other fifteen-year-old boys she knew. "I'm glad."

But as he stared down at her, his expression continued to grow even more intense and she found herself holding her breath.

Was he going to kiss her now? Had her life just turned into the quintessential after-school-special fantasy, the one where the artsy girl caught the eye of the jock and the whole school was turned upside down by their unlikely but ultimately perfect and inevitable pairing?

"One day, when you need me most, I promise I'll be there for you, Vicki."

Oh. She swallowed hard. Oh, my.

He hadn't given her a kiss...but his promise felt more important than a mere kiss would have been.

Before she realized it, he was standing up again and holding out a hand to help her up, too. Instantly she missed feeling his heat and his hard muscles pressing into her softer ones. All the lies she'd been trying to tell herself about Ryan simply being a muse scattered out of reach.

"Can I walk you home?"

Surprised that he wanted to spend more time with her, she quickly shook her head.

He looked equally surprised by her response, likely because no girl on earth had ever turned him down.

"No, I can't walk you home?" he asked again.

She fumbled to explain. "I'm not going home. I was actually heading over to the art store to pick up some supplies for a new sculpt--"

She barely stopped herself from rambling on about her latest project. Why would Ryan Sullivan care? Besides, she reminded her racing heart with brutal honesty, he probably had some pretty cheerleaders waiting on him. And they wouldn't need an out-of-control car to get him to lie down on top of them.

No matter how tempting it was to believe that she had suddenly been cast in a happy-ever-after fairytale romance, the truth was that getting that close to Ryan had been nothing more than a fluke of fate.

And Vicki remained the star of her artsy, and often lonely, move-to-a-new-town-every-year-with-her-military-family teenage life.

Only, for some strange reason she couldn't understand, Ryan wasn't running in the opposite direction yet. Probably because he felt like he owed her after she 'd saved his life. After all, hadn't he just told her that he would be there for her one day when she really needed him?

"What are you getting supplies for?" He asked the question as though he were truly interested, not just acting like it because he felt he should.

"I'm making a--" Wait, she couldn't tell him what she was making. Because she was sculpting him. "I work with clay. Lately, I've been trying to capture specific facial expressions."

"Which ones

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