Series: Sisters From Hell #2
Genre: Romantic Comedy / Small Town Romance
It was only supposed to be a one night stand…
You could say I was a successful twenty-four year old, if you looked at my house sitting on the edge of a cliff with killer views of the Pacific Ocean. Or my bank account with seven figures from my coaching business. But according to my frenemy, the girl who invited me to her bachelorette party at an exclusive resort in Lake Tahoe, I was just a sad, lonely girl without a man by my side. I’d show her who was living the dream by finding a tall, dark, and handsome man to rock my world for one night.
I accomplish everything I set out to do in life, and that dark haired stranger was no exception. Unfortunately, I didn’t plan on him standing on my doorstep three days later, calling me his wife.
It was only supposed to be one hot and pleasurable night. He wasn’t supposed to ruin my business with his risky proposition to save his own. And I definitely wasn’t supposed to develop feelings for the cowboy who knows how to wear a pair of jeans. They say to bring your A-game to the negotiating table, but we may find out the hard way there’s no winning in love….or one night stands.
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“Have dinner with me?” I begged, hoping he’d take the hint and skip dinner altogether.
His eyes had widened the tiniest bit, but his lips curved into a full out smile, the sight of which cut off air from my lungs. I needed to get laid. I was about to come apart just touching this guy’s shirt and seeing him smile at me. Granted, it was a damn good smile, the kind that made me feel like I was a tiny animal staring into the face of a predator intent on eating me in a way that I’d thoroughly enjoy.
“Why don’t we skip dinner and have a drink together?” he offered.
I lifted a shoulder, aware of the strap of my dress slipping down my arm. “There’s not an open chair.”
His hands lifted and found my hips, his thumbs almost touching in the middle they were so big. “Pretty sure my lap will work fine.”
Holy hot cowboy. The stranger lifted me, which wasn’t easy considering I was close to six feet in these heels, depositing me on his lap, an arm snaking around my middle to hold me there. A waft of his cologne had me shifting.
His arm tightened, and he practically growled in my ear. “Sit still or we’ll have to forgo the drink too.”
I instantly stilled, my brain wanting more conversation and playful banter, even though my body would have been happy with a sprint to the hotel elevator to head upstairs to one of our rooms in the next five seconds.
“I should probably ask for your name,” I said much more calmly than I felt.
His thumb, the one that lay on my stomach, below the swell of my breast, swept up and down. “Remington. Yours?”
Jesus, even his name was hot. “Esme. And yes, I know it’s a weird one.”
His head gave a quick shake. “Not weird. Unique and beautiful, just like the woman.”
The bartender slid my wine across the bar top and another amber colored glass toward Remington. He lifted his and waited until I’d clinked our glasses together.
“To a much better night than I envisioned,” he rumbled.
Marika Ray is a USA Today bestselling author of steamy and sweet RomComs, spending her time behind a computer crafting stories, walking the beaches of southern California, and making healthy food for her kids and husband whether they like it or not. Prior to writing novels, Marika held various jobs in the finance industry, with private start-up companies, and then in health & fitness. Cats may have nine lives, but Marika believes everyone should have nine careers to keep things spicy. All her books come with a money-back guarantee that you’ll smile at least once with every book.
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