Look who's
coming...
Friday, Sept. 11th, 7pm pst.
Julie Particka
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.
A
proposition leads to compromising positions...
Journalist
Stasia Grant needs a hero. Specifically one who will help her humiliate her
ex-husband after he publicly left her for another woman. In Vegas for the
biggest interview of her career, Stasia is grappling with a broken heart, her
cheating ex (and the other woman), and a serious need for revenge. Her
salvation comes from the most unlikely place charming and sexy-as-all-get-out
action star Evan Stone.
After
spending his life playing a superhero, Evan has a plan for delicious
satisfaction: a fake, week-long engagement. He'll not only show Stasia's ex
what he's missing but gain some sympathetic publicity to turn around his image
as a player. It's win-win for them both. But neither expected the sizzling
chemistry that erupts whenever they're together. Stepping out for the
paparazzi, Stasia and Evan are about to pull off the performance of a
lifetime...but will they fall for their own con?
Without
a word, he wrapped her in his arms, picking her up. She wriggled against
him, her goal crystal clear as he carried her to the nearest wall—the windows
overlooking the Strip.
“Are
you sure this is a good idea?” She cast a nervous glance at the view behind
her.
“Babe,
it’s the middle of the night, and we’re several hundred feet from the ground.
No one is going to see us.” As soon as she was pressed securely against the
glass, he eased her over the head of his cock.
“Oh
God, Evan. Go slow. Please go slow.”
He
wasn’t sure how slow he could go, considering how tight she was around him. For
the same reason, though, he had little choice if he didn’t want to hurt her. He
caught her mouth with his, tugging her lower lip between his teeth. “I won’t
give you more than you can handle.”
Stasia
shook her head, and her hair shifted on the glass, forming a tangled mess as
her nails dug into his shoulders. “I want it all. Every inch of you.”
Even
with how slick and ready she was, sheathing himself in her was the most amazing
kind of torture. Both of them were gasping when she reached his hilt. Her hips
shifted as she rubbed against him, her insides squeezing even tighter. He
growled in her ear. “Keep that up, and I’m going to come before you want me
to.”
She
trembled against him. “I want you to. And then I want to do this again. And
again.”
Fuck. She undid him with her words as much as with her body. If
it was the last thing he did, he was going to spend the night erasing sex with
her ex-husband from her memory. And he’d enjoy every second of it. “As many
times as you want.”
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