A sexy cowboy and a gamer convention…what
could go wrong?
Find out
in Fool Me Once by Katee Robert!
They say opposites attract, but this is
just ridiculous.
Aubry Kaiser doesn’t like
people—actually, that’s not right. She loathes people. With her crippling
anxiety, there’s no way she can demo her favorite video game at a convention
with five thousand other people. Maybe if she brings someone to act as a shield…
But the only person
available is the sexy cowboy she can’t stand.
Quinn Baldwyn is in a mess
of his own. He’s been dodging his wealthy family’s matchmaking attempts—and
life advice—for years, but with his sister’s wedding on the horizon, he needs
of a shield of his own.
He and Aubry can barely
hold down a civil conversation, but in bed…fireworks. And the closer they get
to Quinn’s sister’s wedding, the more he realizes that he might actually like
Aubry.
Now it’s up to him to
convince her she might actually like him, too.
She pinched the bridge of her nose. “If I say you’re
right, am I ever going to live it down?”
He didn’t answer, and she opened her eyes. Their
reflection was slightly distorted in the passenger window, but even she could
see he had a seriously tense look on his face. She belatedly realized that they
were pressed together, her back to his front, and that he was…
Oh my God. She couldn’t resist leaning back into
him, just a little. Yep, that’s not a micro penis. A shiver worked its way
through her, leaving goose bumps in its wake, and her nipples perked right up,
showing through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. There was no way he didn’t feel
her reaction, not with his arm creating a band across her ribs, his forearm
against the underside of her breasts.
Even as she noticed, he started to release her, his hand
sliding over her stomach, but he stopped when he hit her hip, his pinkie finger
dipping below the waistband of her shorts, just a little. It wasn’t anywhere
near anything vital, but that little intrusion made her moan all the same.
“Fuck.” The word
was barely audible, but she felt it
in the way his body tensed behind her.
She shivered again, torn between telling him to back off and
getting the top button of her jeans all undone for him. If she didn’t make a
decision—and fast—he was going to back off again. It was written all over the
tension she could feel emanating from his body.
Aubry started to reach for his hand, still undecided on
whether she wanted to encourage or threaten him, but he moved, bending down to
brace one hand on the truck in front of them, the other still on her hip. The
move brought his mouth against her ear, and his harsh exhale made her shake.
She arched against him. She couldn’t help it. Her body
took over, a primal part of her knowing he could give her all the pleasure she
could handle, and was only too happy to extend an invitation by rubbing her ass
against his hard length.
His grip on her hip tightened, but he didn’t try to stop
her.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
She knew. They had to stop for so many reasons, the least
of which was that they were on the side of a freaking highway and it was only a
matter of time before a car drove past.
But she didn’t want to stop.
New York Times & USA TODAY
Bestselling Author
Katee Robert learned to tell stories at
her grandpa’s knee. Her favorites then were the rather epic adventures of The
Three Bears, but at age twelve she discovered romance novels and never looked
back.
Though she dabbled in writing, life got
in the way—as it often does—and she spent a few years traveling, living in both
Philadelphia and Germany. In between traveling and raising her two wee ones,
she had the crazy idea that she’d like to write a book and try to get
published.
Her first novel was an epic fantasy
that, God willing, will never see the light of day. From there, she dabbled in
YA and horror, before finally finding speculative romance. Because, really, who
wouldn’t want to write entire books about the smoking-hot relationships between
two people?
She now spends her time—when not lost
in Far Reach worlds—playing imaginary games with her wee ones, writing, ogling
men, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
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