The Playboy Bachelor
The Bachelors of Arizona #2
Rachel Van Dyken
April 11, 2017
Forever
She's no Sleeping Beauty. And
he's definitely no prince . . .
Margot McCleery could have lived her whole life without
seeing Bentley Wellington again—her ex-best friend and the poster boy for Hot,
Rich Man-Whores everywhere. But Margot's whiskey-augmented grandmother
"buys" Bentley at a charity bachelor auction, and now suddenly he's
at her door. Impossibly charming. Impossibly sexy. And still a complete and
utter jackass.
Bentley's just been coerced by his grandfather to spend the next
thirty days charming and romancing the reclusive red-haired beauty who hates
him. The woman he abandoned when she needed him the most. Bentley knows just as
much about romance as he knows about love—nothing. But the more time he
spends with Margot, the more he realizes that "just friends" will
never be enough. Now all he has to do is convince her to trust him with her
heart . . .
“I’m writing a kissing scene!”
she blurted, mentally kicking herself for screaming it in his face. “And the
guy’s a complete jackass. Since my only experience with jackasses is you…” Her
voice was shaky, just like her body. Could he tell how much she wanted him? How
much she hated that her response was this—raw. “I-I figured you were the only
one who could show me what it’s like.” Good
one, Margot. Do you really have to sound so…desperate?
“What what’s like?”
“A kiss. From a jackass.”
“Got the jackass part.” He
treaded water and then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her deeper into the
pool until they were on the opposite end, his body pressed against hers. At
least his eyes were still locked on her face. “And you’ve never been kissed?”
She rolled her eyes. “Not by
someone like—”
“If you keep insulting me, this
kiss won’t ever happen, Red.”
“Don’t call me that,” Margot
whispered. Was she so weak that she’d forgive his abandonment for one kiss?
“Please?”
“This kiss.” His calculated gaze
didn’t make her feel any better about the situation. “How long does it need to
be? How deep? Where do you want my hands?”
Margot’s mouth dropped open.
“That’s not how kisses work! You can’t just map out the kiss. That takes all
the romance out of it!”
“Oh, so you want romance?”
“Yes! No! I mean. I didn’t say
that!” Her face flamed, and she sagged in defeat. Admitting she wanted romance
kind of felt like she was on the losing end of the little battles they’d been
having, like she was giving him an in. And if he got in, he’d only hurt her
again.
“I was joking,” he said, just
before his lips brushed hers. His tongue slid across her bottom lip and then
sucked it for a few seconds before he slid it into her mouth and deepened the
kiss.
Her lips softened beneath his
gentle coaxing, and his hard thighs pressed against hers as a deep hunger
awakened within her.
Oh, this was bad.
So bad.
And very, very good at the same time.
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author of New Adult, Regency, and contemporary romances. When she's not writing
you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while
watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her husband, son, and
their snoring boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers!
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