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A Hot Mess By Christy Gissendaner

Caitlyn Myers elopes to Vegas on a spur of the moment decision, but once there she is abandoned by her heartless fiancé. With no money, and her luggage lost at the airport, she calls the one person she knows will help her.

Dylan Russell has known Caitlyn since she was a scruffy tomboy. He’s watched her mature into a ravishing woman and has kept his desire for her a secret … until now. Valentine’s Day in Vegas provides the dazzling backdrop for seduction as Dylan shows Caitlyn that not all loves are messy.

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 11, 2013
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

Excerpt:

The elevator doors dinged open. The eighth floor appeared deserted as Dylan stepped out and headed for room eight nineteen. He reached it and paused to brace himself before he got ready to knock.

He did not know what to expect. Cait was a dramatic person, so she could either be wallowing in self-pity in her room with alcohol and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s or living it up downstairs in the nightclub. Who knew with her?

Dylan shifted the bag on his shoulder and lifted his hand to knock on the door. It was wrenched open as soon as his knuckles contacted the wood, and a bleary, raccoon-eyed Cait peered up at him.

Dylan gave an inward groan. Self-pity was the apparent winner. “Hey, beautiful.”

He didn’t know how she did it, but Cait managed to narrow her eyes and roll them at the same time. “I hate men.”

He forced himself not to grin. It was always like this with Cait. She would reel from the break-up for about a week, and then she would have a new boyfriend quicker than he could blink. “Can I come in?”

Cait moved aside, and Dylan dropped his bag near the door. The scent of Cait’s perfume wafted toward him, but it was tempered by the odor of rum. He scanned the room, noting several discarded mini bottles, and moved his gaze back to Cait. “Have you eaten?”

“Nope.” She appeared unsteady on her feet as she swirled around and flounced toward the bed. She stumbled over a pair of heels lying on the floor, but she gained her balance and continued walking.

Dylan admired her as she did so. Her short skirt revealed pale, creamy thighs, and a bright pink tube top exposed Cait’s back tat. She’d gotten the tribal markings in college and claimed it was one of the biggest mistakes of her life.

Dylan thought it was pretty sexy even though he loved to tease her about her “tramp stamp.” He felt a stirring in his jeans and willed his erection to subside. Now was not the time.

Cait flopped backward onto the bed. The hem of her skirt flipped up, but she brushed it down with a careless swipe of her hand. “I want ice cream, an entire gallon of it.”

The side of Dylan’s mouth kicked up in a smile. His Cait was a demanding tyrant when she drank. “Where’s the menu?”

Cait lifted a hand and waved in the general direction of a desk against one wall. Dylan went to it and picked up the guest guide. He flipped to the room-service page and scanned the list. Cait needed food with substance, not a sugary snack.

“How about a veggie omelet?”

“Ice cream,” she replied pertly.

Dylan gave her a stern look even though she wasn’t looking at him. “Food, Cait.”

“Fine, have it your way then.” Cait flung out her arms. Her tube top drew up and exposed the bottom edge of her bra.

Dylan wrenched his gaze from the erotic image she unknowingly presented and dialed the room service number printed in bold font on the menu. He ordered two omelets for Cait, and a burger for himself. He hadn’t had supper yet and wouldn’t mind a bite to eat.

He hung up the phone and turned back to her. “The food will be here in about twenty minutes.”

Cait faced him and propped herself on one elbow. “What’s wrong with me, Dylan?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” He pulled out the chair from the desk, turned it to face Cait, and sat. He did not trust himself to sit on the bed with her. He only had so much restraint.

Cait swiped a hand down her face, smearing her mascara farther. “There must be! Why can’t I keep a guy?”

“They’re not worth keeping, Cait, if they can’t see the good thing they’ve found in you.”

Her self-pitying expression faded a bit. “You’re sweet.”

“No, I’m not.” If she only knew exactly how sweet he wasn’t, she would run away screaming. His thoughts about her were definitely X-rated.

“Yes, you are.” Cait jabbed a finger in his direction. “Why can’t I find a guy like you, a nice guy with an exciting job who wouldn’t cheat on me with the Mandys of the world?”

It was on the tip of his tongue to say she could have all of that, all she had to do was say the word, but he bit his tongue. Again he told himself it was not the time. He would not add to her troubles by making a move on her when she was still reeling from a bad break-up.

“Maybe I’m not nice either,” he pointed out.

“Yes, you are. I may be drunk, but I know you’re a nice guy despite your bad-boy image.”

Dylan chuckled. “I have a bad-boy image?”

Cait tilted her head to one side as if she were pondering the idea. “Yes, I do believe so. Bad boy turned hometown hero. You’re quite a catch, in case you didn’t know. What are you doing here with a loser like me?”

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