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Excerpt #1
A knock at the door made me jump.
With a huff, I got out of bed and stood on my tiptoes to
look out the peephole. Why were those
things always so high on the door anyway?
I was surprised to find no one standing on the other side. Maybe I’d imagined it.
Another knock.
I flicked on the lights. The sound wasn’t coming from the
entrance door. It was coming from an
interior door I hadn’t even noticed before.
Chance’s door.
I unfastened the top lock and cracked it open just enough
so I could see what he wanted. And there
he stood.
Shirtless.
Wearing only dark gray boxer briefs that hugged him like a
second skin.
It took a minute to understand what he was doing there,
even though he was holding up a toothbrush in question.
“I thought we had established I wasn’t a serial killer
already.”
I opened the door wider.
He smiled.
Oh lord. Stop
that. Right now.
“I must have left my toothpaste in my saddlebag in the
car.”
I swallowed hard.
“Uh huh.”
He cocked his head to the side, and his brows dipped
in. “Can I borrow yours?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
He walked past me and let himself into my bathroom. I waited at the door.
“You got an awful lot of girly crap in here for one
night,” he said with a jumbled mouth full of toothpaste from the bathroom. “Private Collection Tuberose Gardenia.”
He was reading my Estee Lauder perfume bottle.
I heard him rinse and spit. Then there was a gargling sound. He used my mouthwash, too. Sure,
help yourself.
He walked out and flicked off the bathroom light. “Is tuberose a rose?”
I shook my head, still confused by the whole situation
going on.
“That’s why,” he murmured.
“Why what?”
“I couldn’t figure out what you smelled like all day. Not sure I ever smelled a Tuberose
before.” He shrugged and walked back
into his room but not before turning back.
“Even those little black lacy underwear smell like tuberose.”
My eyes bulged. I’d
taken off my bra and panties and left them on the bathroom counter.
“You…you—”
“Relax. I’m
teasing. Do I look like an underwear
sniffer to you?”
Yes.
No.
Maybe?
“Night, Aubrey.” He graced me with a dimple and
disappeared.
AH-BREE. Damn him.
I locked the door and checked it twice, unclear if it was
for my safety or his. His voice saying
my name was on audio replay inside my head, getting softer and softer like a soothing
lullaby with each breath as I drifted off to dreamland.
Until the knock came again.
Blurb
He was
someone who belonged in my wildest fantasies instead of a rest stop in the
middle of Nebraska.
A sexy,
cocky, Australian named Chance was the last person I expected to run into on my
cross-country drive.
When my
car broke down, we made a deal. Next thing I knew, we were traveling together,
spending sexually-tense nights in hotels and taking unplanned detours.
My
ordinary road trip turned into the adventure of a lifetime. It was all fun and
games until things got intense.
I wanted
him, but Chance wouldn’t make a move. I thought he wanted me too, but something
was holding him back.
I wasn’t
supposed to fall for the cocky bastard, especially when I knew we’d be going
our separate ways.
All good
things must come to an end, right?
Except
our ending was one I didn’t see coming.
About the Authors:
Vi Keeland
Vi
Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free
time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She
is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while
styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently
while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting
smut author by night!
Meet Penelope Ward
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street
Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and
spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a
more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 10-year-old
girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode
Island.
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