Margot McCleery could have lived her whole life without seeing
Bentley Wellington again—her ex-best friend and the poster boy for Hot, Rich
Man-Whores everywhere. But Margot's whiskey-augmented grandmother
"buys" Bentley at a charity bachelor auction, and now suddenly he's
at her door. Impossibly charming. Impossibly sexy. And still a complete and
utter jackass.
Bentley's just been coerced by his grandfather to spend the next
thirty days charming and romancing the reclusive red-haired beauty who hates
him. The woman he abandoned when she needed him the most. Bentley knows just as
much about romance as he knows about love—nothing. But the more time he
spends with Margot, the more he realizes that "just friends" will
never be enough. Now all he has to do is convince her to trust him with her
heart . . .
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Rachel
Van Dyken is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
of New Adult, Regency, and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you
can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while
watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her husband, son, and
their snoring boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers!
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“I’m writing a kissing scene!” she blurted, mentally kicking
herself for screaming it in his face. “And the guy’s a complete jackass. Since
my only experience with jackasses is you…” Her voice was shaky, just like her
body. Could he tell how much she wanted him? How much she hated that her
response was this—raw. “I-I figured you were the only one who could show me
what it’s like.” Good one, Margot. Do you
really have to sound so…desperate?
“What what’s like?”
“A kiss. From a jackass.”
“Got the jackass part.” He treaded water and then grabbed her by
the arm and pulled her deeper into the pool until they were on the opposite
end, his body pressed against hers. At least his eyes were still locked on her
face. “And you’ve never been kissed?”
She rolled her eyes. “Not by someone like—”
“If you keep insulting me, this kiss won’t ever happen, Red.”
“Don’t call me that,” Margot whispered. Was she so weak that she’d
forgive his abandonment for one kiss? “Please?”
“This kiss.” His calculated gaze didn’t make her feel any better
about the situation. “How long does it need to be? How deep? Where do you want
my hands?”
Margot’s mouth dropped open. “That’s not how kisses work! You can’t
just map out the kiss. That takes all the romance out of it!”
“Oh, so you want romance?”
“Yes! No! I mean. I didn’t say that!” Her face flamed, and she
sagged in defeat. Admitting she wanted romance kind of felt like she was on the
losing end of the little battles they’d been having, like she was giving him an
in. And if he got in, he’d only hurt her again.
“I was joking,” he said, just before his lips brushed hers. His
tongue slid across her bottom lip and then sucked it for a few seconds before
he slid it into her mouth and deepened the kiss.
Her lips softened beneath his gentle coaxing, and his hard thighs
pressed against hers as a deep hunger awakened within her.
Oh, this was bad.
So bad.
And very, very good at
the same time.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rachel
Van Dyken is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
of New Adult, Regency, and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you
can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while
watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her husband, son, and
their snoring boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers!
Website: http://bit.ly/2djDuzm
Facebook: http://bit.ly/2djEDXD
Twitter:
http://bit.ly/2d1YlW5
Instagram:
http://bit.ly/2cGTf5k
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