He’ll play dirty to protect his assets—but falling for
the competition was never the plan.
International
tycoon Drago De Luca has the world at his feet and he knows it. But back home
in Italy, his beloved grandmother’s family inn is on the verge of closing down
for good, thanks to hotshot American heiress, Chase Huntington, and her new
hotel. Drago has to protect Nonna’s inn, even if it means getting close enough
to Chase to convince her she needs to leave. But the more time he spends with
Chase, the more he’s drawn to her passion, her love of his culture, and the way
she looks in those Louis Vuitton heels.
Chase
Huntington would give anything to enjoy her time with charming, sexy-as-hell
Drago in the style capital of the world, but she has to make sure the new
Huntington hotel opens successfully. How else can she prove she’s not just
fashionista with a fortune—she’s an heiress savvy enough to take over the
family’s biggest hotel back in California? But somewhere between boutiques and
business plans, she falls head over Louboutins for Drago. But when Drago’s true
motive for spending so much time with her comes to light, it could destroy
everything Chase built and everything she thought she found in Italy.
“Come up with me.”
His fingers flexed in
hers. “Up?”
“To my room.” If
anything would ever convince her his nickname was true, it would be the look
that flashed into his eyes: intense, possessive, and a little scary. She
shivered as his gaze roamed over her face. He trailed his fingers up her arm
and across the bare skin above her breasts. They lingered along the pulse at
her neck, then he lowered his lips there.
“I thought you’d
never ask.” His hot breath sent shivers down her spine. “I’m starving.”
In short time, Chase
slammed her suite door closed, then grabbed the lapels of Drago’s shirt. On a
heady giggle, she pressed her lips and her body against his. He was hot and
hard and felt oh so right. Without warning, she found herself against the door.
He shoved his hands through
her hair, grabbing her head in a firm grip that left her legs shaking beneath
her. He angled his head, his lips hot and his tongue insistent.
She kissed him back,
matching his intensity. She yanked up the hem of her dress, then wrapped her
arms around his neck and circled his hips with her legs.
He pressed into her
harder, and she moaned into his mouth. “Che figa.” His voice was deep and
hoarse, sending her stomach into a slow, languorous roll.
“Kiss me harder.”
He yanked her back
from the door, and walking with her wrapped around him, found his way to her
bed. “My pleasure.”
“And mine. Thank
God.” She grabbed at his tie, then followed with his buttons. All the while, he
found the little hidden side zipper of her dress and pulled it down her body
until the garment ended up on the floor at the foot of the bed. “I have a
secret,” she whispered. He shoved his pants and briefs down past his knees,
then kicked them off. “Tell me.”
She had to untie her
tongue first. She’d seen beautiful men, but Drago had the finest architecture
she’d ever come across. His shoulders were massive, and his wide chest met with
thickly muscled abs. Her eyes trailed lower, and she found it hard to swallow.
“Hard” being the operative word here. Sweet Jesus.
Licking her lips, she
watched his body tighten further and whispered, “I’ve had plans for you since
the day I saw you lounging against the streetlamp in front of the hotel.” Her
confession released something wild in him.
His dark eyes
narrowed and his fingers flexed, then he was covering her from head to toe. His
weight was delicious, and his heat only increased her craving. “You were
checking out my shoes.” He took her mouth again, sweeping his tongue inside,
sucking on her lower lip. Holding his weight partially on one arm, he ran his
other large hand the length of her torso, then up and over her stomach until he
gently cupped her breast.
She had enough to
fill his hand, and nothing had ever felt so damn good. Her fingers found their
way through his hair, then down his cheeks to his sharp jaw. His stubble
tickled the pads of her fingertips and set off her senses further. Everything
burned. Her lungs, her skin, her need. She spread her legs, encouraging him to
settle between them. She wanted to feel him against her. There.
He pressed kisses
against her mouth, then over her jaw, and said in a harsh whisper, “You’ve had
plans? My plans would scare you straight back to America.”
That got her
attention. She loved a challenge. “Wanna bet, love?”
MK Meredith writes single title
contemporary romance promising an emotional ride on heated sheets. She believes
the best route to success is to never stop learning.
Her lifelong love affair with peanut
butter continues. Only two things come close in the battle for her affections:
gorgeous heels and maybe Gerard Butler…or was it David Gandy? Who is she kidding?
Her true loves are her husband and two children who have survived her SEA's
(spontaneous explosions of affection) and live to tell the tale. The Meredith's
live in the D.C. area with their two large fur babies...until the next
adventure calls.
Thank you for having me today! Hugging you tight!
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