The Millionaire’s Revenge
by Wendy Byrne
Publication Date: December 12, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis:
Real estate tycoon Luke McCall has a plan to take down the underhanded competitor messing with his livelihood. He intends to romance the man’s daughter, gain her trust, and get the information he needs to put his rival out of business once and for all. He just didn’t plan for the way she makes him feel.
Grace Wilson is tired of men using her smarts, social position, or her father’s status for their personal gain. It’s time for a new philosophy: Test. Screw. Dump. But after she meets Luke, she’s not sure she’ll be able to walk away. Not only is he sexy and charming, but he survives every test she puts him through. But can she trust a guy who seems too good to be true?
Excerpt:
“Body shots?” Grace’s face paled for a
second before she recovered. “No problem. I can hold my liquor.”
“Body shots make things more interesting,
don’t you think? Or is it your virtue you’re worried about?”
“Have we been transported to the
nineteenth century or something?” She hit the play button. “I can play hard
with the big boys. No worries about that.”
The movie had been on for less than five
minutes when Luke spoke. “Looks like you’ll have to go first.” He paused the
movie, stripped his shirt over his head, and placed a full shot glass on his
navel, some salt right below, and stuck a wedge of lime in his mouth.
She licked her lips before hovering over
his torso. Her tongue snaked out and licked the salt. When her breath warmed
his skin, his dick noticed. The situation got worse when she cupped her mouth
around the shot glass and sucked it down. By the time she captured the lime
wedge from his mouth, he’d come perilously close to the point of no return.
Ah hell...and the movie had just started.
It was his turn next. She lifted her
sweater to beneath her rib cage and placed the shot and salt like he’d done.
The smell of her skin tickled his nose as he inched closer. It took every ounce
of willpower he possessed to not do something really stupid. Even though taking
her to bed wasn’t the reason he was here, right now it felt like a great idea,
especially when he kissed her, and the taste of lime, tequila, and her mixed
inside his mouth.
Her breath whooshed out between her lips.
“I...I...”
She couldn’t seem to get the words out and
neither could he. Instead, she hit the play button.
High on raging testosterone, it was soon
his turn again.
“Oh no.” He pushed her hands away from
only revealing her rib cage. “It’s time to go big or go home.”
“What do you mean?” The gulp eased down
her throat as she looked at him.
Instead of verbalizing the wayward
trajectory of his thoughts, he pulled the sweater over her head, revealing a
red lacy bra that didn’t hide a damn thing. Taut nipples poked through like a
siren’s call to his overcharged hormones.
Because he wanted to up the ante for no
other reason than he’d lost his damn mind, he made the whole situation even
more difficult for himself. “This time we’re doing it properly—between your
breasts.”
Her eyes drew wide as she lay down. A
mixture of trepidation and sexual attraction reflected in her expression. She
pulled in a breath as he placed the shot glass and sprinkled the salt on the
swell of her right breast. He handed her the slice of lime, and her fingers
shook as she placed it in her mouth.
Before he knew what was happening, he’d
unhooked her bra.
ABOUT WENDY BYRNE
Wendy has a Masters in Social Work and worked in the child welfare field for twelve years before she decided to pursue her dream of writing.
Between teaching college classes, trying to get her morbidly obese cat to slim down, and tempering the will of her five-year-old granddaughter, who’s determined to become a witch when she turns six so she can fly on her broom to see the Eiffel Tower and put hexes on people—not necessarily in that order—somehow Wendy still manages to fit in writing. She spends the remainder of her days inflicting mayhem on her hero and heroine until they beg for mercy.
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