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Foul-mouthed curmudgeon Stephanie Love has one bright spot in her life and it definitely has nothing to do with romance. Being cheated on by her wealthy louse of a boyfriend, and making a (mostly unintentional) attempt at homicide, are the least of her worries. She's on the fast track to becoming News Director--until a corporation buys out the station she works for, that is.
Charming, gorgeous, and arrogant, Chance Valentine has little patience for Stephanie's smart mouth and her crass, overly outspoken personality. Nothing overshadows the immediate dislike they take to one another--except the intense sexual chemistry they share. When he not only refuses to give Stephanie her promotion, but gives the gig to her adversary, Stephanie's had enough. While she's busy making plans to use him to get what she wants, he has a strategy of his own. He'll make the grumpy temptress fall in love, and then he'll break her heart. It doesn't take him long, however, to realize he's met his match.
Through a series of steamy encounters, they quickly discover that even the best revenge schemes can go off course...and lead straight to love.
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): Office romance, Valentine's Day
Release Date: January 14, 2014
Publisher: Vristen Pierce
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Love looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “If this is such a burden for you, you could have just said no.”
Sighing, he dropped down on the bench seat across from her. “What are you even talking about?”
She sat back and crossed her arms. “Well, it certainly took you long enough to come over here.”
“Had to psych myself up for the misery.” He tilted his head. “Why are you so concerned about how long it took me to get here? It’s not like I had to come over at all. I’m only taking you home. We don’t have to chat to make that happen.”
Love licked her lips, temporarily distracting him. “Then why did you come over here at all?”
Huh. He really didn’t have a good answer for that. “I guess I wanted to see for myself.”
“If you actually did want me to take you home. No offense, but I thought your friend was full of shit.” Chance thought he saw the briefest hint of a smile on her lips. “You don’t exactly like me, after all.”
“What makes you say that?”
He smiled. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s just a feeling.” He leaned forward slightly. “So, is it true, Love?” he asked softly. “You want this?” They stared into each other’s eyes for several long moments.
She cleared her throat. “I need a ride, you’re here, so…” She shrugged. “Look, we got off on the wrong foot. What do you say we just put that behind us and start over?”
Chance struggled not to smile. No way was this chick serious. Still, he was curious as to how far she would take this. Maybe he’d end up with another scalding cup of coffee being ‘accidentally’ spilled on him. Then again, maybe he’d end up in a bit of pain for entirely different—pleasurable—reasons. He decided to humor her.
“Really?” he asked. “What brought on this change of heart?”
“I guess I was a little out of line,” she mumbled while she avoided his eyes by looking around the bar.
He cupped his hand behind his ear. “I’m sorry, what?”
She rolled her eyes, finally turning her focus to him. “I said I guess I was a little out of line.”
He nodded. “You definitely were. Do I get an apology?”
“You just did.” Her gaze moved past his shoulder and she narrowed her eyes.
“What?” He started to turn, but she grabbed his shirt, pulling him close. “What the hell,” he said, frowning. Their faces were mere inches apart. Without warning, she swept her tongue over his lips. His cock immediately sprang to life.
“You want your apology or not,” she whispered against his lips.
Growling in response, he grabbed her face roughly. “Apologize.” She obliged by opening her mouth and covering it with his. His dick was more than alive now—it was as hard as it had ever been. He’d had his share of women, but none had turned him on this much with a single kiss. The feel of her tongue against his was almost enough to make him come right then and there.
Letting go of his shirt, she wrapped her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened. When she moaned into his mouth, he felt it down to his bones—one in particular. He buried his fingers in her hair, fighting the urge to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there on the table, in front of all the patrons at Mister’s.
Just as suddenly as it had started, the kiss ended. Her arms still around his neck, she pulled back and peered into his eyes. “Sorry.”
Chance was practically panting; the damn devil woman had taken his breath. He tried to sound nonchalant. “Now that was an apology. Not as much fun as the first one, but I’ll take it.”
This time, she did smile. It wasn’t an illusion. He saw it plain as day. The smile was quick and small, but it was there. That took him off guard almost as much as the kiss had.
After they pulled apart, they each sat there, looking at anything but one another. Finally, she spoke. “About that…”
Patiently, he waited for her to continue, though she seemed in no hurry to do so.
“It was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”
He nodded. Too bad. His gaze came to rest on those spell-casting lips of hers. It was for the best, really. She was homicidal, they hated each other, and he was kind of her temporary boss. Those things didn’t make the best recipe for meaningless sex.
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