Made for Each Other
Filament Books: #11 Highest
When librarian Lesley Farmer meets builder Charlene McKinley, it's hot at first sight. Pheromones flood common
sense despite the fact that each is so obviously not the other's type. He prefers women who are sophisticated, genteel, and ultra-feminine. She prefers men who are buff and don't wear bowties. But when hormones take over, the two ravished and bemused opposites are left to see what they can build together.
Through a series of assumptions and misconceptions, it seems as if the unlikely pair will never get together. Maybe all they really shared was a one-night
stand after all. Yet neither can stop thinking about the other. When fate puts them together one more time, they say to hell with dating and head straight to bed.
But can home-and-hearth-seeking Lesley convince commitment-shy Charlie that building a life together is
inevitable because they are made for each other?
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Length: Novel (47,000 words)
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Joyfully Recommended Read: "Made for
Each Other was an absolutely delicious
read from beginning to end. The characters
were well drawn and pulled me right into
their world. I loved the combination of a
woman construction worker and a male
university librarian falling for each
other. It was something new and
refreshing. Morgan did a wonderful job
with this one. And watch out for those
steamy sex scenes! I had to keep the fan
on and a glass of water nearby and really
recommend it." —Tera, Joyfully
"What an addictive story! To say that
Lesley Farmer and Charlie McKinley were
polar opposites would be like comparing
the Grand Canyon to a hole! Dr. Lesley
Farmer was a university Director of
Library Services; Charlie McKinley was a
building contractor with four brothers;
she was the only one without a formal
higher education, but the family knew she
was actually the smartest member. Ms. Morgan Ashbury has written a phenomenal story with
a unique plot which, I predict, will be an
award winner. Her characters are strong:
both Lesley and Charlie have strong
foundational relationships with others; it
is just commitment that is hard to accept!
Ms. Ashbury has an extensive ability to
bring their likenesses to light without
rambling. There is so much substance in
this novel that it would be very easy to
bog down in wordiness; it would be simple
to lose readers. However, after reading
this book, I am delighted that she could
share so much information in this superb
manner. Seldom have I read a book I enjoyed more; that this is
Ms. Ashbury’s first book is amazing. I
highly recommend this book to all who are
interested in a beautiful love story which
has a light comedic appeal!" —Brenda
Talley, The Romance Studio
5 Blue Ribbons:
"Morgan Ashbury will have readers
in stitches over this opposites attract
storyline. Sparks fly from the very first
page and I got a warped sense of amusement
from the misunderstandings and
misconceptions which would have been so
avoidable if Leslie and Charlene had only
gotten to know a little about each other
before their first date. I really loved
Charlene’s temper and how she gets even
when she thinks she’s been wronged.
Leslie’s level-headed and has to plan
things out which leads to some interesting
problems but he’s definitely a likeable
character. Made for Each Other is a
fun filled story that will keep readers
interest throughout the storyline as they
wonder if these two vastly different
characters will ever discover just how
right they are for each other." —Chrissy
Dionne, Romance Junkies
"Until I read this book, I never
thought of people named Lesley and
librarians to boot, as sexy or romantic.
No doubt, it is sex first but their
romance just gets to you afterwards.
Charlene is a sassy, unconventional hoot.
Once I got to know her better I was as
enthralled by her as Lesley was. Both
charmed me endlessly with their banter and
all-gone-wrong dates. The way their
relationship develops is awesome, it
slowly matured them emotionally and I
loved the pace at which it went. The sex
was amazing too as they fumble with
clothing here and there, feed their sexual
appetite at every chance they get and goof
around even in the most precarious
positions. I laughed at their antics and
still managed to feel the zings their
escapades provided. The plot is
straightforward without any deep-seated
problems for the reader to solve. Megan
and Percy were loyal friends indeed. They
ruled as secondary characters as did
Lesley’s neighbor, Mrs. Crosby. I am still
chuckling at some of the things they said
and did. You just have to read the account
of their bad dates to enjoy them
thoroughly. As Ms. Ashbury kept on
unfolding their characteristics, I was
convinced that this very mismatched pair
was indeed a one made in heaven. Ms.
Ashbury finished off the story where I
wanted to end. There was no hasty tying up
of loose ends. Made For Each Other
is a book that sparkles with lots of
subtle wit and humor good for a number of
giggles. Kudos to Ms. Ashbury for this
one!" —Mahaira Fatima, Just Erotic
"Author Morgan Ashbury delivers
sensual romance with a true touch of
humor, which will have the reader laughing
and gasping simultaneously. From the first
sentences, we know we're in for a
roller-coaster ride and it's difficult to
catch our breath. Made For Each Other
sets off with an intriguing premise-a
reversal on the traditional
stereotypes-and then never lets up. Few
readers will not find themselves laughing,
crying, and reaching for the ice bucket
during this story-sometimes all three
simultaneously. 5 Flags." —Annie,
"Made for Each Other is a
powerhouse read. It was fun watching the
mismatch duo tackle their feelings for the
other. I love it when two people suddenly
interact instantly, and their chemistry
burns the pages. Charlie and Lesley are
dynamite individuals with great
personalities. Ms. Ashbury details a story
that captivates and wins the heart of this
reader. The way she instilled the desire
for commitment into the storyline made the
story even more enjoyable as the reader
feels a part of the couple's relationship.
This romantic story is an absolute
delight." —Cherokee, Coffee
"Made for Each Other is light
hearted, comical and sensual. This book
reverses the stereotypical roles of men
and women, Charlie is a female contractor
who refused to go to college because she
loved working with wood while Lesley is a
man with two PhDs who works as a librarian
and has no desire to work with hand tools.
It is fun to watch Charlie and Lesley take
turns in their insecurities with their
fledgling relationship, and then take
turns in deciding how scary being in love
can really be. After listening in on the
exchanges between Charlie and Lesley and
their respective friends Megan and Percy,
this reviewer could definitely see Ms. Ashbury following up with the tale of
Megan and Percy." —Mandie, Love
Romances and More
"What do a builder and a librarian have
in common? Seemingly nothing, but Charlene
McKinley and Lesley Farmer can’t help but
find each other simply irresistible in
Morgan Asbury’s Made For Each Other.
Charlene and Lesley are unique, believable
characters who are a treat to read. Their
enjoyable, seductive story immediately
draws the reader in. The secondary
characters - Charlie and Lesley’s best
friends, family, and coworkers are also
well drawn and not just background
players. But it’s Charlie and Lesley’s
passionate relationship with all of its
ups and downs that is captivating. Ashbury
is fabulous at telling a romantic, spicy
story with easy-to-love characters. Look
for more from this talented debut writer
in the future." —Amy Mendenhall,
"A tree brought them together, but the
spark that ignites between Charlie and
Lesley is in a class of its own. They
truly are Made for Each Other, but
first have to get past the misconceptions,
assumptions, and miscommunications that
result from starting a relationship the
wrong way around. Author Morgan Ashbury
capably takes readers from that first
explosive meeting to the 'whoa, what have
I gotten myself into', and eventually to a
beautifully burgeoning romance. The couple
has a few obstacles to overcome if they
want to see happily ever after. A
thoroughly enjoyable tale with enough
scorching romance to entice the erotic
junkie, check out Made for Each Other.
You won't be disappointed." —Phillipa
Ann, RRT Erotic
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He was hard, and it was all her fault.
The way Lesley Farmer saw things, he had two immediate
The first, and most urgent, hung six feet above his head in
the master bedroom. Sporting dark brown limbs and lush green
leaves, up until about two hours ago, the Manitoba Maple had
been upright and stalwart, shading his backyard. Now it seemed
intent on making a place for itself indoors.
The second problem, less obvious he hoped, hung between his
legs. It was the fastest and strongest erection he’d ever
sprouted and would appear to have been inspired solely by the
presence of the woman standing next to him.
“That is one big piece of wood,” contractor Charlie McKinley
Lesley kept his eyes focused on the Break and Enter tree, bit
back the ‘thank-you’ that rolled from his throat to his
tongue, and murmured his agreement. He was trying to figure
out just what it was about this woman that set his sap to
rising. She was definitely not his usual type. He liked
petite, dainty women. ‘Dainty’ didn’t suit Ms. McKinley. She
almost matched his six one height, and her blonde hair was cut
in a sleek, face-framing cap. Form fitting jeans and tee left
no doubt of her femininity, though. She was very easy
on the eyes, and there was no mistaking the effect she was
having on his body. He just hoped that her attention would
remain on the intrusive limb above their heads and not
discover the one in his pants.
“From my experience,” she continued, “I can tell you it’s
going to require expert handling.”
“You’re not qualified to take care of it yourself, then?”
“I’d need a crane to lift that sucker.”
She said sucker.
Lesley had to use every ounce of his willpower to pull his
mind away from sex and focus it on the situation at hand. He
figured if he didn’t, his mouth was going to get him into deep
and serious trouble. So he gave the brown and green intruder
one more detailed study, then boldly turned to face Ms.
McKinley. His focus was on her absolutely, his question
direct, spoken as if he didn’t have a raging hard-on
between his legs.
“Do you know anyone who has the expertise to handle it?”
“Yes, I know a guy who runs a tree service. His rates are the
best in town. But the roof and interior ceiling repair, once
the tree’s out, those I can do.”
Lesley nodded briskly, once, then turned his attention back to
the tree. He’d caught the slight flicker of her eyes away from
his face and knew that she’d seen his condition.
Well, this is probably the most embarrassing moment of my
life to date. He was a man. He was tough. He could take
it. He hoped.
From his peripheral vision, he watched as Ms. McKinley brought
her glazed eyes back into focus, licked her lips, swallowed,
then fastened her attention overhead on the tree.
Maybe not so embarrassing if she likes what she saw.
“I won’t be able to begin an estimate on the repairs until
that woody…I mean tree…is out of that hole…off the roof.”
He swallowed his laughter as he realized he wasn’t the only
one affected by raging hormones. That was a relief. Even as he
considered the situation, his own eyes wandered and caught the
beading of her nipples, just discernable under the covering of
her t-shirt. It occurred to him then that they had both been
silent for a long time, staring at that damn tree as if it was
the most fascinating sight either of them had ever seen. He
was trying to figure out the best next move in this delicate
situation when the sound of the grandfather clock in the
living room announcing the half hour snapped Lesley back to
Hell, he was going to be late.
“If you’d be so kind as to arrange for this tree to be
removed, Ms. McKinley, I’d appreciate it. I’d also like an
estimate on the repair. I don’t know if my insurance company
will want additional quotes or not. I’ll have to get back to
you on that.”
“Some do, some don’t,” she replied as she opened her
clipboard. “If you’ll just give me a few moments and answer a
couple of routine questions, I’ll fill out a work order for
you to sign, sir.”
Her snooty tone caught him off guard. It certainly wasn’t
his fault they were both in this strange erogenous zone.
Screw it, two can play that game. “My neighbor, Mrs.
Crosby, will be over in a moment and will lock up after you’re
done. I have to get to the university library. Here’s my
number. You can let me know when that estimate is ready.”
He held out the business card and raised one eyebrow, daring
her to take it. Her frown told him he’d scored a bulls-eye
with his response.
“You have to go to the library? Now?”
“Since I’m the Director of Library Services, I’d better.”
“I appreciate the business, Mr. Farmer. I’ll see if I can get
Jake over immediately to get this tree out. Then I’ll cover
the hole with a tarp. The forecast isn’t calling for rain, but
it is spring in southern Ontario. You just never know.”
“Thank you, Ms. McKinley.” Considering her for a moment, he
gave in to his inner imp. “I wouldn’t want to get…wet in my
“Well, if I have anything to say about it, Mr. Farmer, you’ll
stay as dry and safe as a kitten.”
He’s wearing a tweed jacket and a bowtie and I am toast. How
could she ever have guessed that seeing the man dressed in
such staid clothing would turn her on like this? She swallowed
hard and couldn’t take her gaze away from his as he opened the
screen door and came inside.
“You have something for me?”
The rasp of his voice sent shivers up and down her spine.
Her eyes flicked to the front of his trousers, then back up
again, and heat washed through her.
“I do?” Charlie was having trouble concentrating. She
wondered how he knew what she wanted to give him. His condition
was right out there, but there was no way he could see through
her Capris to know…
He meant the quote. Didn’t he? She picked up the
envelope that had slipped onto her desk from nerveless fingers.
She noted that it was shaking in her hand and wondered why that
was. Her nipples tightened painfully. She saw that Lesley had
his gaze fastened on her hand as well. She would have thought,
all things considered, that his line of sight would have been
drawn higher by a few degrees. But it seemed as if he was
working very hard to keep his eyes off her chest. That should
have been calming. It shouldn’t have been erotic and arousing,
but it was.
“Do you have any idea what the hell is going on between us?” Lesley
asked, his voice harsh, his breathing shallow.
“No. No idea. This has never happened to me before.” Charlie dropped the
envelope again and took two steps out to the side, away from her
“Not to me, either. We’re both mature, rational adults.” Lesley took one
step closer to her, a step that was forward and a little left of
where he’d been standing.
“Right. Just because we’re aware of a little chemistry,” Make that a
bubbling cauldron of caustic chemicals, she thought. Her
lips were dry and she moistened them with her tongue.
“Doesn’t mean we have to act on it,” Lesley said.
She watched as he took one last step forward. She moved too,
until mere inches separated them.
“Of course not. We’re certainly in control of our own actions.”
Who took that last step Charlie couldn’t say. The reality was that her
body fused to his in a grasping embrace, her lips and tongue
devouring his in a kiss that was hot, wild, and totally carnal.
Moans and groans and gasps were interspersed with the action of
her shirt being grabbed, removed, and dropped. Charlie shuddered
and sighed. Her own hands stilled when her naked breasts were
cupped in shaking male hands. Ah, much better than my fantasy,
she thought. She melted as his deft fingers stroked and plucked
and her nipples responded as if this was the touch they’d craved
forever. Then, with renewed vigor, she continued the adventure
of opening his shirt.
His chest was dusted with brown hair her hands were drawn to explore.
Her lips slid into a Cheshire-cat grin as he cursed softly, his
concentration broken. With definite devilry on her mind, she set
her mouth on him, licking, nipping, and sucking.
“Minx. Give me your mouth,” he whispered.
She fused her mouth on his again. Surprisingly strong arms
lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around him and their lips
locked, their tongues tasted and delved. One hand peeled the
Capris from her body. There was no thought of resistance on her
part, only of completion. She was being carried and she didn’t
care where. She heard the drag of a zipper, knew she was being
lowered and wrapped her legs around his waist. The leather of
the weightlifting bench was under her. He pulled her closer and
still her mouth clung to his.
“Let me, baby, please let me,” he whispered against her lips.
Reason fled, and all she cared about, all she wanted, was to feel
this man, hot and hard, deep inside her. She breathed her
agreement then shivered as the hot flesh of his cock nudged
aside the crotch of her panties. In response to that heat, to
the plea, her hips undulated forward.
“Shit. Fuck. Damn. Condom,” he gasped.
“On the pill. I’m clean. Please!”
“Okay. Me, too. But still.” One hand left her back and she felt him
maneuvering. She caught sight of a wallet, then heard the
crinkle of plastic.
“Don’t leave home without it,” he quipped between clenched teeth as he
deftly rolled the protection on.
“Better than a credit card,” she replied, torn between twin urges to
laugh and scream.
Then she sighed as with one bold stroke he was buried in her to the
It didn’t matter that they were sitting facing each other straddling an
exercise bench. Only the contact between them mattered. Forehead
to forehead, eyes locked, they rocked together and apart as the
primal rhythm seized them both.
“Yeah, like that, deeper.” Charlie’s cries were in tune with
the driving of his flesh into hers. Nothing was important except
that she get as much of this magnificent thrusting as she could.
His penis was big and she was stretched more than she’d ever
been stretched before, but there was no discomfort, only a keen
craving for more and still more.
“You’re so hot and wet and tight around me.”
His words enflamed her. Charlie
whimpered, as she couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. The
rub of his trousers on her sensitive flesh, just below where
they were joined was both an irritant and a stimulant. She was
nearly overcome with the urge to lie back and surrender
completely. When she moaned again, she felt his fingers seeking,
and finding, her clitoris.
SIREN SEX Rating
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand)
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN)
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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