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I don’t know what it is about Colton that grates on my nerves. Maybe it’s the fact I can never get a reaction from him. At this point, I just want to see him falter.
“I’m horny.” My voice is a purr as I sprawl out on the couch. “Let’s join the Mile High Club.”
Colton’s blue eyes clash into mine. Static crackles between us as he watches me. He’s completely still. I’m not sure if he’s even breathing.
Laughter bursts free from my successful strategy. “Oh, that’s what it takes? You’re totally busted, Cowboy.”
The heat in his smolder fizzles into a glare. “Brat.”
I recoil. “Excuse you?”
Colton’s nostrils flare from a heavy exhale. “You’re a spoiled brat, Princess.”
Fire smacks my cheeks. “And you’re a rude asshole.”
He shrugs. “Just doin’ my job.”
My jaw drops. This is the most he’s talked to me in the five years I’ve known him. I’m not sure where to go from here.
“You could be a bit more understanding,” I mutter.
“That’s not what I’m getting paid for.”
“Ohhhhh,” I breathe. “This is all about money. Got it.”
His jaw clenches. “No, this is about keeping you safe.”
“I don’t need you to protect me.”
“That’s not your decision.” His smug expression sends a hot spike of irritation through me.
My eyes abandon his unwavering focus for the sake of my pride. “It’s probably best if we don’t talk anymore.”
Colton braces his inked arms along the back of the sofa. “I give it two minutes. Max.”
I clamp my lips tight to prove him wrong, but the tickle in my throat is prepared to do the opposite.
This is going to be a long-ass trip.
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“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Paisley plants her boots into the concrete floor for emphasis.
“You’d rather get more intimate where everyone can see?” I step forward until our bodies nearly brush. “Fine by me.”
Her breath hitches at our proximity. She glances from left to right, most likely noticing the attention we’re gathering. “What are you doing?”
“Setting the mood.”
Baby blues widen at me. “You’re making a scene.”
“Then put an end to it,” I urge.
Her unblinking gaze narrows into a glare. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
I shrug. “Let them talk.” Maybe the rumor mill will be somewhat useful tonight after all.
“Nope, you’re not using me as a pawn.” Paisley shoos me toward the door. “Buh-bye.”
I loop an arm around her waist, tugging until she’s flush against me. “I’m not leaving without you, Twinkles.”
Her palms press flat on my chest, ready to shove me away. The slight curl in her fingertips is the only sign of hesitation. Our eyes lock and hold. One breath extends into two. Her body presses closer to mine with every ragged exhale. The buzz around us goes quiet. I search her gaze while she gets lost in mine. My heartbeat quickens under her touch. Warmth spreads between us.
The urge to pull her even tighter against me flexes my arm. Paisley blinks, casting her gaze around the crowded room. Red blooms on her cheeks and she breaks free from my hold. I release her but my eyes remain glued on her fiery blush. There’s no hiding her reaction.
“You’re playing dirty,” she mutters.
“Whatever makes you mine.”
“Never gonna happen.”
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Everly Plum is delighted to be heading up the Bridesmaid for Hire program at Magical Moments by Maggie. And when Hardy Hopper, one of their billionaire investors, approaches Everly for help with his friends' wedding, she's more than happy to step in. But Hardy has an extra assignment for her: his ex-girlfriend will be the maid of honor opposite his role as best man, and he wants Everly's help getting her back.
There's only one problem: Everly may have a tiny crush on the dashing businessman. But despite the way Hardy makes her stomach flutter, she's determined to prove herself, both as a bridesmaid and as a matchmaker. That is, until she finds her crush turning into real feelings. Not to mention, Hardy can't help but notice how well he clicks with Everly, and before he knows it, he's not looking for his ex's attention anymore.
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“There’s
nothing fake about the way you’re reacting, the way your breath is hitching,
the way your eyes try to avoid mine because you know if you look at me, you’ll
be tempted. You want me, Everly. You just wish that you didn’t.”
Not sure how
pushing her buttons is going to pay off, but she’s still on my lap and despite
my loosened grip, she hasn’t attempted to stand or walk away.
After a few
short seconds, she finally says, “You were a decent f*&k, Hardy. That’s all
it will ever be.”
Not going to
lie and say that didn’t sting, but I also am well aware of the wall she’s
erected between us—the one protecting her from getting hurt one more time—that
means she’ll say and do anything to keep me at a distance. It’s my job to tear
down that wall brick by brick, until I reach the point where I can tell her
what Haisley said. Until then I will use any means necessary to woo her.
“Just
decent?” I say. “Hmm, interesting, because you came back for seconds.”
“Because you
didn’t satisfy me the first time,” she says. “Thought that maybe I could try
again.”
I
chuckle—the lie is so ridiculous, it’s the only reaction I can muster.
“Uh-huh, and
what happened that second time?” I ask.
She shrugs.
“Like I said, decent.” And then she turns away from me so her back is to my
chest. I take that moment to place my hand on her stomach and pull her back
against me. I wait for her to try to lift off my lap because I would let her. I
would let her get up. I’m not about to hold her back against her will, but when
she doesn’t make the attempt, I know I’ve got her.
She might
have erected that wall as high as she can make it, but she can’t deny the fact
that she still wants me. That she feels the attraction pulsing between us and
wants to indulge.
And if
that’s the way to get her to talk, then that’s what is going to have to
happen.
“Maybe I
need to prove to you that I’m more than decent,” I say as I move my other hand
down her leg, to the hem of her dress and then slip it under. I pause, waiting
for her to stop me, but she doesn’t. So, I drag my hand up farther, pulling the
tight hem with me until it’s up and around her waist. I run my hand over her
inner thigh, letting my thumb drag over the seam of her underwear. That elicits
a small, almost silent gasp from her.
“Say the
word, Everly, and I’ll stop,” I whisper.
But she
doesn’t.
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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 by
Jennifer Sucevic is releasing on all retailers on April 1st and in Kindle
Unlimited April 12th!!!
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Blurb
Colby
McNichols, otherwise known as the baby-faced assassin, is the left wing for the
Western Wildcats hockey team. All he has to do is sign his name on the dotted
line and he’ll play for the pros after his senior season. What I’ve heard from
the girls on campus, who aren’t shy about spilling the tea, is that he’s
totally earned his reputation.
And then
some.
It’s just
one of the reasons I choose to steer clear.
Trust me
when I say that my life is complicated enough without getting tangled up with a
player.
For reasons
I can’t fathom, Colby has decided to insert himself in my life. Everywhere I
go, there he is. Which makes holding him at a distance nearly impossible. He
might be smoking hot but there’s zero point in starting something with this
guy. Especially since I can’t be honest about who I am.
Unfortunately,
a weekend spent in Vegas changes everything.
Turns out
that our friends weren’t the only ones who tied the knot in Sin City.
I can only
hope that what they say is true—what happens in Vegas stays there.
Because if
it doesn’t…
I’m
screwed.
And not in
a good way.
What to expect:
💍enemies to
lovers
🏒reality
star in hiding
💍Vegas
wedding
🏒secret
relationship
💍obsessed
hero
🏒forced
proximity
EXCERPT
When she
steps closer, swallowing up the distance between us, my breath hitches as
anticipation leaps to life in my veins before flooding my system.
What the
actual f*ck is that about?
My breath
has never hitched once in my life.
Not even
before stepping onto the ice for a championship game.
I glance at
her lips. They’re plump and shiny. But not oversized like the
blonde sorority chicks who were trying to have their wicked way with
me.
It takes
effort to force my gaze back to hers, where it stays fastened. There’s an
intensity within her golden depths that makes me feel like I’m drowning.
It’s the
strangest sensation.
One I don’t
understand.
She tilts
her chin to maintain eye contact. “Spoiler alert—I’m not going to sleep
with you.”
That’s
unfortunate.
“You sure
about that?” I rasp.
She presses
close enough for me to feel the softness of her breasts through the thin
sweater she’s wearing. I can’t help but flex my chest, desperate for more
contact.
“Yeah, I
am. I will never sleep with you.” Seconds tick by as she carefully
searches my gaze.
“The girls
that were just hanging all over you are the ones you should take home.”
The edges
of my lips quirk upwards. “Ahhh…so you were watching. Good to
know.”
She
snorts. “My point is that they would be easy. More your
speed. You should stick with that.”
“Maybe I
don’t want easy,” I blurt.
The throaty
chuckle that escapes from her breaks the thick tension building between us.
“Of course
you do. You like the thrill of the chase.”
Her smile
is like a gut punch.
When I
remain silent, unsure what to say, she continues. “Please. Easy is
what you’re used to.”
“Interesting.
I didn’t realize we knew each other so well.”
“I don’t
have to know you personally to know your type. I’ve seen it a million
times before.
Trust me
when I say that I’m not what you’re looking for.”
Before I
can fire back another response, she says, “I was just about to take off.
But it was nice not meeting you.” She cocks her head. “Let’s keep
it that way, shall we?”
I…
Have no
words.
I’m pretty
sure that my mouth is gaping wide like a small mouth bass.
With that,
she takes a step in retreat. Air rushes between us, making me miss the
warmth of her smaller body pressed against mine.
It’s only
when she swings away and is no longer staring at me that I find my
tongue. “Never say never, firecracker.”
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