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Julie Particka
On Friday,
Sept. 11, 2015
Author of:
The
wrong bed. The wrong guy.
Party
planner Vicky Stone is on a post-divorce mission. Not only does she intend to
land her dream promotion, she's going to indulge in a night of hot hook-up sex.
Preferably with the hunky actor she just met at a work function,
no-fraternization rules be damned. Fortunately, his drunken directions included
a right that should have been a left, landing her in bed with her brother's
extra-hot, extra-off-limits best friend instead of the unemployment
line.
And,
oh, he feels good. Too good.
Bad boy
Dante Palladino's forbidden fantasies are about to come true...until Vicky
realizes who she's feeling up. And to find out she risked her job for sex with
some loser? Not on his watch. Dante throws down the ultimate, albeit
self-serving, blackmail. Vicky will date him-and only him-and
her secret will be safe. But Vicky swore never to fall for another guy who
could break her heart...and Dante's on course to do just that.
Dante
had been sound asleep, dreaming of Vicky. It wasn’t the first time, but it was
the first in a long time. Seeing her tonight had brought back every inch
of his desire for her. In his dream, she’d come to his room and curled up next
to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Which
was why, when he felt a presence in his bed, he didn’t think it was real.
He was
even more certain his imagination was fucking with him when he discovered it
was her. Then her hand had wrapped around his cock, and he thought he’d died
and gone to some strange sinner’s heaven.
She
started toying with his apadravya piercing, and shivers raced through his body.
That, combined with the idea of being inside her and hearing her call his name
as she tightened around him, was almost enough to make him come on the spot. He
rolled toward her, wrapping her in his arms. “I told you I only showed the piercing
to women I really liked.”
Her
movements paused for a second, and then she jerked back, thrusting his arms
away. In her haste to move, she rolled out of the bed and hit the floor with a
thud. “Son of a bitch!”
Dante
flicked on the light next to the bed. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
She
pushed herself onto her arms, her shirt falling open to reveal a lacy bra that
removed the need for what little bit of imagination he’d utilized for those
dreams. A crimson flush raced up her tan skin, coloring her neck and spreading
to her cheeks. “I... It’s just... You’re you, that’s what’s wrong.”
“Vicks,
I was me when you snuck in my room and crawled into bed with me.” The
stammering had been cute, but she had the deer-in-the-headlights look that he
knew would have her bolting from the room if he didn’t calm her down.
When
she stood, her skirt rode up, flashing him a view of her ass that removed even
more need for imagination. She had the most adorable birthmark—a slightly
darker patch of skin shaped almost like a heart. Damn, was there an inch of her
that wasn’t perfect? Then she yanked on the fabric, promptly removing the
temptation to see how well she fit in his hands. She bit her lip, and the red
in her cheeks went even darker. “You were supposed to be Reed. He said this was
his room.”
Reed?
Dante blinked, trying to put two and two together. No matter how much he worked
at it, though, the answer didn’t make sense. “Reed Russell?”
Up & Coming:
Come by tomorrow for the excerpt for:
"Tempting Her Fake Fiance"
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