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 . . .
Which only served to make her feel more awkward. Olivia threw up her
hands. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“This.” She motioned between the two of them. “This isn’t normal.”
He laughed again, quieter this time. “What does normal look like?”
When she would have balked, he held out his hand. “Sit down. You’re making me
twitchy with all the pacing. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the
absurdity of this entire situation. So humor me and tell me what normal looks
like.”
She didn’t know. That was the problem. Olivia wasn’t sure she’d
recognize normal if it hit her in the face. But she wasn’t quite willing to
share with Cillian exactly how messed up her childhood had been, outstanding
chemistry or not. She inched closer to the bed and perched on the edge, but
even with three feet between them, she felt like a lightning rod to his storm,
full of vibrating energy and impending boom. She pulled at the edge of
her T-shirt. “You know—we’d meet somewhere normal.”
“We met at a bar.”
“Most relationships don’t start in a bar.” She realized what she said
and shoved to her feet. “Strike that. I didn’t mean relationship. I just…” Not
sure what she was trying to say, she charged on. “Maybe a coffee shop. You’d be
behind me in line and say something witty, and I’d laugh and you’d spend the
next ten minutes charming me until I gave you my number.”
She was almost afraid to look at him and see his expression. His
silence said it all. “That’s stupid, isn’t it?”
“No, not at all. It sounds nice.”
Olivia faced him. “You’re humoring me.”
“Sit down.” He waited for her to obey before he spoke again. “I’m not.
It does sound nice.” He carefully leaned back against the headboard. “So
I charm your number out of you, huh? I must be pretty charming.”
She shot him a look. “In this scenario, yes.”
Cillian laughed. “Then I’d call you.”
She edged over to sit on the other side of the mattress against the
headboard. It was such a silly thing they were doing, but after how intense the
rest of the night had been, maybe silly was exactly what they both needed. “A
call instead of a text? I must have made an impression.”
“More like I was determined to make the right impression. Texts are
lazy, and you can’t get a good read on someone that way. So I’d call.”
She hadn’t spent much time dating…well, ever, really…but even she knew
that was different from the norm. “I’d think you were a freak for calling, but
I’d answer because I was intrigued.”
“We’d talk for a while, feeling each other out.”
“More like me trying to figure out if you’re a psycho.”
He grinned. “Or that. I’d say all the things a normal guy would say.
You’d be reassured that I wasn’t likely to chloroform you and chain you up in
my torture-slash-sex dungeon.”
“That’s…comforting.”
“It would be, yes.”
She laughed softly. “We’d set up a date at the end of the call.”
“Somewhere nice and public and nonthreatening.”
“Now you’re getting the idea.” She stared at the ceiling, part of her
kind of weirded out at how well the conversation was flowing with him playing
along. “Dinner, no movie. Movies are for people who are too intimidated by the
thought of first-date conversation that they chicken out.”
“The conversation would be titillating.”
“You think so?” She rolled onto her side to face him, finding that
he’d done the same. His bandage was a vivid reminder of why they were there in
the first place. Olivia frowned.
“How’re you feeling?”
“That’s not part of the game.” He yawned. “So we’d drink pretentious
wine that neither one of us liked and order things that we could barely
pronounce and, at the end of it, we’d sheepishly admit that we didn’t like
either the drinks or the food, and we’d go find a food truck and laugh at
ourselves.”
It was an attractive picture he painted. Normal and kind of sweet and
something she’d never have the option of doing. She made a face. “Instead, you
wander into my bar because your family’s territory encompasses it and we have a
quick fuck in the alley.” She should regret it. She knew she should. There were
thousands of dating books and columns out there advising women to withhold sex
until they had some sort of commitment.
Except she didn’t regret a damn thing.
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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