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BETTING ON THE WRONG BROTHER
A What Happens in Vegas Story
Cathryn Fox
Releasing on February 8, 2016
Entangled Lovestruck
He may be at a romance readers’ convention, but a naked
woman in the elevator is not what horror writer Ryan Wheeler expects. Now he
can’t take his eyes off of her—and not just because he saw her naked, though
her luscious curves certainly aren’t helping the matter. She’s beautiful,
funny, snarky…and a complication he doesn’t need.
Running into her teen heartthrob while naked wasn’t
exactly part of romance novelist Andi Palmer’s weekend plans. Worse, he doesn’t
recognize her and gives her a fake name. Years ago, he shot her down in the
worst possible way, and now this? It’s time for a little down-and-dirty
revenge.
Ryan’s more than a little turned on by this good girl who
wants to be bad. But things aren’t what they seem, and the secrets they’re
keeping from one another might just end this sexy little rendezvous before it
ever begins…
Walk
away, Andi. Just walk away.
She
looked at the gorgeous man on the mattress, his erection straining against his
boxer shorts and beckoning her touch. A thrill raced through her. She had him
exactly where she wanted him. Now all she had to do was turn around and walk
out the door.
So
why wasn’t she leaving?
He
crooked his finger, the gleam in his eyes exciting…frightening. A shiver of
want wracked her body, and a little moan caught in her throat. There was
something undeniably raw, almost primal about him as he beckoned her closer.
Big hands pushed his mussed hair from his forehead, the move making him looked
rugged, irresistible.
Dangerous.
Her
heart fluttered. Maybe she’d bitten off more than she could chew. Common sense
dictated that she’d accomplished her mission and it was time to go, but need
overshadowed sensibility so instead she stood still, her entire body burning as
she visualized herself under that hard torso, exploring the sparks between
them.
Despite
her best efforts, she couldn’t fight her attraction to him. She wanted him
today every bit as much as she did all those years ago. But her plan was to
entice him and then take him down, not to fall into bed with him, no matter how
appealing that sounded. Her thoughts whirled, and she couldn’t seem to move, to
force herself to hightail it out of there. All she could think of was the ache
inside her, and how Ryan could satiate it.
Leave,
Andi. Pick up your damn feet and walk to the door.
She
blew her hair off her face, willing her body to move, but Ryan grabbed her by
the waist and pulled her on top of him, calling her bluff and complicating her
mission. He rolled until she was under him, then gripped both of her hands in
one of his and pinned them above her head. A gasp caught in her throat as he
took control from her.
She
should put a stop to this. She needed
to put a stop to this before she got in too deep again, but God, it felt good
to be caged between his hard body and the soft mattress. His eyes never left
hers as he shifted his weight, his thumb sliding under her bra strap.
“Do
you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked, his eyes focused on her mouth.
He
ran his knuckles along the strap, going from the outer edge of her breast to
her shoulder and back again. Pleasure like she’d never before experienced hit,
and he’d barely even touched her yet. What would it be like if she stayed in
this bed, let him caress her stomach, her legs, the needy spot between her
thighs? She could stay and take what the boy of her dreams denied to her all
those years ago.
How
tempting.
“Ry—”
she began, but her words were lost on a moan the second his lips closed over
hers. He tasted like mint and rum, and long hot nights of sexual satisfaction.
Her body burned as his tongue slipped inside and tangled with hers. His groin
bumped hers, as his kiss fueled her hunger. His lips pressed greedily, hard
enough to leave his mark on her and effectively shut down her brain. A whimper
escaped her lips and suddenly all she could think about was this man and what
he was doing to her.
He
broke the kiss, and his mouth curved as his glance met hers. He brushed his
thumbs over one nipple, the rasp of lace caressing her sensitive flesh and
sending warm shivers straight to her core.
“Such
a bad, bad girl, coming into my room and tormenting me with this sexy lace
number.” The smile fell from his mouth, his eyes darkening with hunger. “Look
at you now, though. Completely at my mercy.” His lips crashed down on hers
again and he devoured her mouth like a man who knew what he wanted, and planned
to take it. As his tongue slashed against the side of her mouth, demanding she
give him everything, her nipples tingled, and her sex moistened—all from a
kiss. Good God, no man had ever done that to her before. His hand went to her
thigh, and he ran it up, tracing her curves, and hips, going higher until her
reached her breasts. He fingered the slip of material.
“In
case you didn’t know. Black lace is my favorite. The second I saw you in it,
you were done for, sweetheart.” He pushed his cock against her thigh. “I let
you have your fun, but this is my room, my rules. Now we’re doing things my
way.”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn
Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs,
sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and
red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is
convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing,
Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her
kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.
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