When a no strings attached arrangement turns into something
more, Cillian O’Malley and Olivia Rashidi must overcome the family ties that
bind them. Fans of Jackie Ashenden’s Make You
Mine and Kresley Cole’s The Master, will devour the super steamy and fast paced
third book, An Indecent Proposal in the wildly popular O’ Malley series by NYT
and USA Today Bestselling Author Katee Robert.
An
Indecent Proposal
The O’Malley Series #3
Katee Robert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2016
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing- Forever
Greed.
Ambition. Violence. Those are the "values" Olivia Rashidi learned
from her Russian mob family-and the values she must leave behind for the sake
of her daughter. When she meets Cillian O'Malley, she recognizes the red flag
of his family name . . . yet she still can't stop herself from seeing the
smoldering, tortured man. To save her family, Olivia sets out to discover
Cillian's own secrets, but the real revelation is how fast-and how hard-she's
falling for him.
Plagued
by a violent past, Cillian is more vulnerable than anyone realizes. Anyone
except Olivia, whose beauty, compassion, and pride have him at
"hello," even if she's more inclined to say good-bye to an O'Malley.
While his proposal of sex with no strings seems simple, what he feels for her
isn't, especially after he learns that she belongs to a rival crime family.
Cillian knows that there is no escape from the life, but Olivia may be worth
trying-and dying-for . . .
“Thanks.” There it was again, that look that threatened to curl her
toes. He reached out and took the washcloth from her and tossed it onto the
nightstand. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
She should object, move away, do something other than rest her hands
on the top of his thighs and tilt her head up. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Didn’t the last few years teach you anything? Apparently not, because she
wanted Cillian to kiss her again, and she wanted him to kiss her now.
Truth be told, she wanted him to do a whole lot more than that.
Olivia licked her lips. “Okay.”
His lips quirked up at the edges. “I can see I’m blowing your socks
off. Let’s see if I can do better.” He cupped her face with one hand and then
his mouth was on hers, soft and teasing, testing—nothing like the forceful kiss
that started everything last night. She opened for him immediately, driven by
the lightning dancing just beneath her skin. She wished she could blame it on
being skin-starved, but the truth was that this man was doing more with a
near-innocent kiss than Sergei had ever done with his entire body and hours at
his disposal. I am in so much trouble.
Then Cillian’s tongue stroked hers and she was lost. She gripped his
thighs as he explored her mouth, giving herself permission to do some exploring
of her own. He was all lean muscle, as if he’d been melted down and stuck in a
forge, only to come out new. She ran her hands up his legs, stopping just short
of his hips.
He took it from there. He ran his fingers through her hair and down
her back, inching her closer until there was nothing more than a breath of
distance between them. It would have been so damn easy to lean forward and
touch him, pressing her body against his, but the separation was almost
unbearably erotic. She shivered again, tilting her head back to give him better
access.
She’d never been kissed like this, like she was something to be
savored…valued. Like he had all the time in the world and he’d still never get
enough.
Common sense tried to rear up and remind her that it was a goddamn
kiss, not a lifetime commitment, but then his thumb feathered across the
underside of her breast, and all rational reasoning flew right out the window.
He rested his forehead against hers, and groaned. “You’re making it
hard to be good, sweetheart.”
New York Times and USA TODAY
bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s
knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not
writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends
her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty
with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
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