Ben knows Lizzy is off limits. Completely and utterly.
She's his best friend's little sister now, and no matter how hot the chemistry
is between them, no matter how sweet and sexy she is, he's not going to go
there. But when Ben is forced to keep the one girl he's always had a weakness
for out of trouble in Sin City, he quickly learns that what happens in Vegas,
doesn't always stay there. Now he and Lizzie are connected in the deepest way
possible...but will it lead to a connection of the heart?
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“Where
have you been?” My sister rushed forward, catching me up in a tight hug. “I’ve
been trying to call you all day. We checked everywhere and couldn’t find you.”
“Sorry. I
just needed some alone time.” I squeezed her back, unable to stop from smiling.
The thought of Anne turning her back on me had scared me more than I liked to
admit.
“Well, I
get you might want that.” She stepped back. “But you could have told someone.”
“You
can’t just disappear like that.” And Ben kept right on frowning. “Shit, Liz,
you’re pregnant.”
“Don’t
upset her,” snapped Anne.
Ben
ignored her. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on in your head. But you need
to let me know where you are.”
My
eyebrows went up and my mouth opened, ready to rip him a new one.
“She
doesn’t answer to you. She’ll let you know if and when she decides to let you
know,” said Mal, laying down the law to his bandmate before turning my way.
“You will text your sister next time you decide to go wandering for a day,
understood?”
My mouth,
it still hung open.
“Christ,
man.” Over and over, Ben’s hands rolled into tight fists before releasing
again. “Can you cut the shit and get off my back for a fucking minute?”
“Don’t
swear at him.” My usually sensible and staid sister poked a finger dead center
in Ben’s broad chest. “You’re the one that caused this mess, thank you very
much. She might still be a little young and naive, but you’re definitely old
enough to know better.”
“That’s
right.” Standing about as tall as a skyscraper, despite only coming up to Ben’s
nose, Mal stared him down. Or up. Whatever. “This is a family matter. You can
leave, thanks.”
About the Author
Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade
horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along
the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two
children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around
on the internet.
Kylie is represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen
Agency, New York.
