Certifiable genius
Mari Hart has spent her life focusing on school and getting ahead. Freshly out
of school at age twenty, with two doctorates in hand and no idea what to do
next, Mari decides to allow herself one night to be young, something she’s
never done before. She’s smart, and she’s responsible—what could go wrong?
But at Florida’s
hot, kinky new nightclub she sees something that she shouldn’t, and even her
incredible intelligence can’t save her—but billionaire Alexios Kosta can. One
of the world’s richest men—one with dark secrets of his own—Alexi has the power
to make all of Mari’s problems go away.
The catch? To obtain
full protection, Mari must become Alexi’s wife. And it isn’t long before their
public displays of affection spark something far hotter than either could ever
have imagined…
This is book two of
the A Virgin, A Billionaire and a Marriage series. It is a category length
novel that stands alone- no cliffhangers!
“If I take these contacts out, you can be half an inch from my nose, and
you’ll still be blurry. And that’s scary. I hate not being able to see.”
I hear what she’s saying, concede the point... but her attitude still
gets under my skin. I’m not used to being challenged. I don’t care for it.
Bending over again, I lean in until I’m what I estimate is that half
inch from her nose. She sucks in a breath, and I can see the smallest of
shivers pass over her skin as I deliberately, purposefully, invade her space.
“So you’re saying that if I were this close to you... or even closer...
you still wouldn’t be able to see me?” Infusing my voice with the charm
that I learned at an early age works well on the ladies, I feel a small surge
of triumph when I note her resultant shiver.
I’m not the only one feeling this strange connection. I’m sure of it.
“No. No, I... I wouldn’t be able to see you.” Mari’s tongue flicks out
to dance over her full lips, and I stifle a groan, blood rushing to my groin.
Her nerves, her naiveté... it’s fresh and new and it excites the hell out of
me.
“I wouldn’t be able to see you, but I could feel you.”
She’s done it again. Shocked at the words that have just come out of her
mouth, I pull back slowly, my eyes locking onto her like I’m a predator and
she’s my prey.
“You’d be able to feel me?” I repeat, savoring the taste of the words on
my tongue. Does she have any idea how provocative she sounds?
The way her eyes widen tells me she doesn’t. I watch as she swallows,
the muscles of her throat working as she and her big brain try to discern what
has changed.
“I... I didn’t mean...” At her sides, her hands clench into fists and
then relax again. This time, the acceleration of her breathing tells me that
her uncertainty is quickly morphing into panic.
I don’t mind making a woman nervous, but I have no interest in scaring
one. Still, it is very nearly painful to pull back from her, and yet again, I
can’t explain why.
Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never
imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living… though when she looks
back, it’s easy to see that she’s the only one who is surprised. Always “the
kid who read all the time”, Lauren made up stories about her favorite
characters once she’d finished a book… and once spent an entire year narrating
her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before
publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.
Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of
Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they
do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare
time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn
collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or
sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers!
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