Fast-talking career woman Olivia Bremer is at the peak of her
profession. Employed by one of the country’s most influential magazines, she
spends her days dining with celebs and taking her pick of free products from
designers and cosmetic companies. Every woman’s dream job, basically. So what
if it’s a little lonely at the top. Success often comes at a price, right?
Nayef “Nayo” Darzi is used to getting his way. The wealthy
prince can have any beauty he wants—until danger throws him together with a
stubborn American, perhaps the first woman unaffected by his alpha tendencies.
Tattooed and contentious women aren’t his thing—normally. But there’s something
about Olivia and her sexy curves that makes Nayo want to take a big bit. If he
can keep her out of trouble long enough…
“I apologize. I never meant to offend. It’s just, where I come from,
women are meant to be provided for.” Nayo reached up and tucked a stray strand
of her long red hair behind her ear. “And a woman as beautiful as you would
have many suitors lined up for the job.” Her body betrayed her, reacting to
that one simple touch in ways most men couldn’t elicit with their best efforts.
Jesus. What was wrong with her? She should be telling this ass-backwards man
where he could shove it, yet instead she was quivering at his touch. She needed
to get out of there and get her head on straight, fast.
“Um. Thanks?” Listen, I’m already running late for my meeting, and I
still need to clean myself up. Carrie will have a fit if I show up looking like
this.”
She started to turn to walk away, but Nayo’s intense stare held her in
place. He took in every inch of her from top to toes, and back up again. His
eyes burned a trail of heat on her body as if his hands touched everywhere he
looked. Finally his gaze stopped, lingering on the first green stain she
acquired on her chest and to her own surprise, she found herself leaning
forward ever so slightly to give him a better view.
“I think you look perfect,” he said. Stepping in close, Nayo reached his
hand up to her face and slowly rubbed his thumb along her jaw. “Except for
maybe this.”
“What are you...” Before she could finish, Nayo placed his thumb to his
mouth and licked off the green smoothie that was there. A low growl escaped his
lips. “Delicious.”
She felt heat rush her cheeks, flushing them a deep crimson. She
couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or the sight of him licking his
thumb, but it was probably a bit of both.
“I...uh..” Liv stammered over her words, lowering her head in hopes he
wouldn’t notice how much he had affected her with his words, his actions. Fat
chance though, it would be hard to miss the red in her cheeks, as her fair skin
provided a great contrast.
Nayo leaned in close, breathing his next words into her ear “I’d love to
taste more.” Her whole body shivered and Liv snapped her gaze up to meet his.
She slowly tilted her drink toward him, offering it up without a second
thought.
“I wasn’t talking about the drink.” Heat coursed through her body at his
words. Her breath hitched in her throat as Nayo closed what little distance was
left between them. Images of biting that luscious lower lip of his flooded her
mind as Liv parted her own in invitation... Ding! Ding Ding Ding! “Oh,
for fuck’s sake” Liv muttered under her breath, her boss’s incessant text
messaging effectively ruining the moment. And she knew it had to be her
boss. No one else would send her that many messages in a row.
LAUREN HAWKEYE
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!
SUZANNE ROCK
A lifetime New Englander,
Suzanne married her college sweetheart and has been with him for over twenty
years. Every summer she drags her husband and two daughters to Maine on a quest
for the perfect lobster dinner. Every fall she can be found down in Foxboro, Massachusetts
cheering on her favorite football team. In between those trips, she’s a
chauffeur, a maid, a chef, an event planner, a hairdresser, a wardrobe stylist,
a tutor and a sometimes masseuse. To keep her sanity, she often drinks copious
amounts of coffee and stares at the blank screen of her laptop, dreaming of
great adventures. Sometimes she even writes them down for others to enjoy.
Suzanne is represented by
Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency and writes mainstream romances under the pen
name Ava Conway.
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