Book Tour & Giveaway ~ The Irish Prince, Billionaire Dynasties #2, by Virginia Nelson

The Irish Prince

Billionaire Dynasties #2

by Virginia Nelson

Publication Date: May 15, 2017

Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary, Romance

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CEO Aiden Kelley’s life of billionaire extravagance is flipped upside down when his ex shows up with a ten-year-old she claims is his. Totally out of his element and losing the control so integral to his success, he needs help. To top it all off, the only constant woman in his life, his executive assistant, has given notice just when he needs her help to survive his newfound fatherhood.

Chelsea Houston is an executive assistant, not a nanny. The only person more clueless about kids is her boss. Helping him on a daddy-daughter road trip is her last task before he’ll accept her two weeks’ notice and she can be free of the infuriating man she’s had a crush on for longer than she’d admit.

Aiden’s carefully ordered life has never been so disorganized, and he’s suddenly tempted by the things he thought he could never have. Things like love and family. Who knew chaos could be so damn fun?





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“Did you ever play in the street? Like, where traffic was? You know, like kickball or whatever and, when cars came, you yelled ‘Pause!’ and got everyone off the street. When it wasn’t clear, you called ‘game on’?” Another crash of thunder shook the windows, and she wondered how the kid could sleep through it. She closed her eyes, hoping for strength but only finding more fear. She really just needed to get her mind off it…

“Sure,” he said. “We called ‘pause’ when there were cars until we could play again. Still not following you, though. Do you have a point?”

“You know how I work for you and all that?”

He sighed, and she was close enough to him that his breath ruffled her hair. “Of course.”

“Pause,” she said. Before she could talk herself out of it, she went up on tiptoes and touched her lips to his.

He didn’t move, and she didn’t have the bravery to go further with it. They stood there, frozen, his breath whispering across her cheeks and her lips just barely touching his. Between the heat of his body and that coursing through her veins from her impetuous drinking, some warmth managed to seep back into her, and she felt almost safe for a second.

Then another crash from outside and she shuddered, pinching her eyes closed. He must’ve felt it or taken pity on her, or who knew what his motives were, but his arms closed around her and his lips slanted across hers. If she’d thought he would bury her fears and distract her, she was right. Nothing mattered outside that moment.

Lazy hunger curled through the kiss, his experience clear in the slow burn of his mouth dragging across hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she twined her arms around his neck to better brace for the sexy torture of his embrace.

She felt the impact of the wall behind her and wasn’t sure if the crash she heard was her system going into overdrive or the sound of the storm. He tasted like sin, and she was starved for more. His hands gripped her hips and she pressed into his body, thrilling at the sexual tension skating across her flesh like fire.

“Chels,” he whispered, his mouth tracing a path down her neck.

“Game on,” she gasped.

He stilled, backing away to meet her eyes. Another flash illuminated his face. He looked hungry, like he could eat her up in one big bite.

The sight of that look, on his face, made her shiver with want. But he wasn’t for her and this was a ridiculous idea. She couldn’t play on his level, knew it on a bone deep level.

Not that she’d been able to resist a taste.

God. At least in two weeks she would tell him goodbye. Then she wouldn’t have to look at his face and be reminded of her moment of weakness. Or how wonderful his mouth had felt against hers.

She ducked under his arm and fled as fast as her legs could carry her, only stopping once her bedroom door separated them. Leaning on it, she bit her lip. Everything in her, down to the last cell, wanted to go back out there, climb him like a tree, and let him take her in whatever depraved fashion he might want to try.

Tomorrow, she’d probably be full of regrets. She’d crossed a line, stupidly. He was her boss.

Somehow, she half wished she could quit now, so she could—

What? Go back to her world while he lived in his, high atop the world in a glass tower of money and power? No, she’d be better off as far away from him as possible, since pursuing anything was an act of masochistic idiocy.

About Virginia Nelson

USA Today Bestselling author of The Penthouse Prince

Virginia Nelson likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude – not always in that order.

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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ A Millionaire at Midnight, Bachelor Auction #4, by Naima Simone

A Millionaire at Midnight

Bachelor Auction, #4

by Naima Simone

Publication Date: February 13, 2017

Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary Romance

Boston socialite Morgan Lett is having a run of bad luck. Her fiancé just dumped her for her stepsister, the charity foundation she’s given her life to is in danger of folding, and now, the gorgeous man she bid on and won at a masquerade bachelor auction turns out to be a cold-hearted jerk…and her new employer.

Millionaire Alexander Bishop needs the best wife money can buy. In order to inherit his family business, he must get engaged—fast. And Morgan, with her beauty and pedigree, is the perfect candidate. Her sharp tongue may drive him crazy, but she needs money to save the foundation she loves, and he needs a fiancée. It’s a flawless arrangement—no strings, no love. But soon she has him craving more, and cursing the platonic terms of their agreement.

Still, he won’t allow need—no matter how hot it burns—to threaten everything he’s built.

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“Since you’re my betrothed, I can share my worries with you,” Morgan propped a hip on the edge of his desk. “I’m not going to pretend a humility I don’t have—I’m hot.”

“You’re right.” Alex paused. “You don’t possess any humility.”

“The point is, men have been hitting on me before I grew breasts. But not you. Of course, I could chalk that up to you being a little, uh…” She pursed her lips, squinting her eyes. “A little emotionally challenged. But then it occurred to me that in addition to not liking me, you just might not be attracted to me.”

She rose from her perch and flattened her palms on the desk top, leaning forward. Her breasts pushed against the silken material of his shirt, the tiny row of buttons earning their keep by containing the soft weight of her flesh. His body tightened, a rush of lust pouring through his veins and culminating in his cock. His erection strained behind his zipper, and he grasped hold of every scrap of control he possessed not to fist the thickening column through his pants.

Fuck, this was crazy. He wasn’t even sure he liked her, and yet thoughts of shoving that tight skirt up around her hips and tasting everything the clothing hid consumed him.

The woman was slowly shredding his control, and he hated it.

Feared it.

Yet, as he stared into her eyes that glittered with something reckless, a little bit wild, he felt nothing but hot, control-searing need.

“I think you should kiss me,” Morgan stated.

The matter-of-fact tone didn’t match the slightly taunting smile she wore or the hooded gaze that barely concealed a sensual gleam. For him.

His mind questioned the veracity of her attraction.

His body didn’t give a good goddamn.

“What are you doing, Morgan?” He couldn’t eliminate the rasp from his voice. Not with lust roughening it like a plow churning up newly turned earth. “What game are you playing?”

“The game you’re buying me a building for. Be the best fake fiancée possible. And as two people desperately and deeply in love, PDA will be expected. So let’s do a trial run. Kiss me. See if we need to work on it before taking this show on the road. So. Kiss. Me,” she murmured.

“No,” he ground out.

“Why not?” she countered. “Scared you won’t be able to live up”—her gaze dropped to his lap and the rigid flesh that mocked him—“to the occasion?” When she returned her attention to his face, that blue scrutiny fucking smoldered.

With a growl, he rocketed to his feet.

In three long strides, he rounded the desk and, as she turned to face him, he cupped the back of her neck. Dragged her forward until her chest and thighs pressed against his.

The heat in those eyes had accomplished what her words couldn’t.

They snapped his restraints.

He crushed his mouth to hers, answering the siren’s call that had been tempting him since they’d walked into the office. On another, deeper, growl, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, parting those pretty lips.

Jesus. The taste of her. Sultry. Sweet. Like ripe, delicious fruit. He entwined his tongue around hers, licked the roof of her mouth, drawing on more of her flavor. Burying his other hand in her hair, he fisted the strands and tilted her head to the side and dove deeper. Demanding she give him what he needed, wanted. Not that she was holding back. She opened wide for him, meeting him thrust for thrust, lick for lick, suck for suck, groan for groan. Her fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket, and she rose on her toes, grinding her mouth to his.

The kiss was wild, a little messy, a lot raw, carnal. Addictive. And not enough.

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Naima’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey and Linda Howard many years ago. Though her first attempt at writing a romance novel at 11 never saw the light of day, her love of romance and writing has endured. Now, she spends her time creating stories of unique men and women who experience the dizzying heights of passion and the tender heat of love.

She is the wife to Superman – or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent – and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.

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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ The CEO's Seduction, A Hamilton Family Novel, byDiane Alberts

The CEO’s Seduction

by Diane Alberts

Publication Date: December 12, 2016

Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

The last thing Brett Ross wants is to be back in the same old damn small town he grew up in, but his best friend is getting married, so there’s no way he’s skipping yet another visit back home. He knows what he’s getting into, coming back here, but the one thing he didn’t count on was the way Anna Hamilton made him feel the first time he sets eyes on her…and she’s all grown up.

Anna’s always been in love with Brett, even if she’s always been his best friend’s annoying little sister to him. But when he looks at her, she doesn’t see annoyance in his eyes anymore. If anything, she sees a silent calling for her to save him from himself…and she’s just the girl to do it. All she needs is to find a way to escape her pesky, protective older brothers…

And then the game is on.

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The CEO’s Seduction is well written with a solid plot that has some surprises. Overall, this is a good, relatively sweet, fast paced older brother’s best friend / best friend’s younger sister romance between two childhood friends. ~ Lucia

The CEO's Seduction by Diane Albright was a fast paced and fun friends to lovers romance which I would absolutely recommend checking The CEO's Seduction out. So if you're looking for a funny book filled with over protective brothers, hella erotic scenes and an relationship destined to happen, The CEO's Seduction will be the perfect read for you! ~ Jessica

I loved seeing Brett grow as a person and find out more about himself. The growth between Brett and Anna is nice to see as well. I thought that Diane Alberts did a great job with this one. I am anxious to see what else the Hamilton's have in store for us! ~ Melanie

The CEO’s Seduction was a quick, fast-paced, well-written best friend’s little sister romance. The story and characters caught my attention right away and managed to hold it throughout the story. ~ Deanna

I loved both character and was so happy reading their story. Diane Alberts out did herself with not only the main character but also the secondary characters were so likeable. I loved The CEO’s Seduction and I hope there will be more from the Hamilton family. 5 stars easily. ~ Angela

This book is steaming hot, passionate, and moves at a great pace. You won't want to put it down because just when you think you know what is going to happen the path changes. ~ Hilda

About Diane Alberts

Diane Alberts is a USA TODAY bestselling Contemporary Romance author with Entangled Publishing. Under the name Jen McLaughlin, she also writes New York Times, USA TODAY, and Wall Street Journal bestselling books with Penguin Random House. She was mentioned in Forbes alongside E. L. James as one of the breakout independent authors to dominate the bestselling lists. Diane is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.

Diane has always been a dreamer with a vivid imagination, but it wasn’t until 2011 that she put her pen where her brain was, and became a published author. Since receiving her first contract offer, she has yet to stop writing. Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, and three cats. Her goal is to write so many fantastic stories that even a non-romance reader will know her name.

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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ The Millionaire's Revenge by Wendy Byrne

The Millionaire’s Revenge

by Wendy Byrne

Publication Date: December 12, 2016

Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary Romance

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?

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Chapter One

“I’m officially on a relationship hiatus.” Grace Wilson plunked her butt onto the barstool at the Uptown Tavern and sipped her chocolate martini rimmed in chocolate with green and red holiday sprinkles. “Found out Craig was dating me just to meet my father. He let it slip he wanted to join an exclusive men’s club in Manhattan, and my father sponsoring him would seal the deal.” Pushing down thoughts of wanting to drop-kick his sorry ass into the Hudson River, she focused on her friends instead of her latest dating fiasco.

“Hard to find a good guy nowadays.” Tess nodded as she threw back her Grey Goose on the rocks.

“But I’d definitely miss the sex,” Felicia said between sips of white wine.

Grace rolled her eyes and huffed. “Sex is overrated.”

Admitting to a so-so sex life didn’t exactly roll off her tongue, but could she be brutally honest and admit that even at twenty-eight years old, she faked more orgasms than she’d had?

Tess smiled. “Holy hell, we need to find you a guy who knows what he’s doing.”

“Either that, or invest in a state of the art personal pleasure device. It’ll make you forget all about men. At least for a while,” Felicia said.

“But then you’d miss the magic of a guy who knows how to kiss you until you forget your name,” Tess added.

Grace signaled the bartender for another round then took a sip of her newly replenished drink. “I say to hell with emotional messiness, honesty, commitment, and all that other bullshit. From now on, I’m only interested in hot guys with hot bods who know how to kiss. If they make it past the preliminary round, I’ll go out with them for a month or two until I find that flaw which makes them no longer datable. I’ll stop returning their texts and phone calls and move on to the next hot guy. I don’t care what he does, or his family lineage, or his aspirations. I like to call it my TSD philosophy: Test. Screw. Dump.”

“TSD. I like where you’re going with this idea, Grace. Turnabout is fair play. Men have been playing that I’ll-call-you-tomorrow game since the beginning of time,” Felicia said.

“The guys in my life all have had one thing in common. Users—either for my money, my family connections, or my personal possessions like using my Upper Eastside townhome as a crash pad. From now on, it’s all about me. If he wants to go out with me, we go where I want to go, do what I want to do, or else he’s history.”

“But what if you fall for one of these guys? What if he actually is a magician in the bedroom?”

“Won’t happen. This TSD thing is liberating. I’m in charge of the situation. I might call him up because I need some heavy lifting done.”

“Or a booty call.”

Grace grinned. “Exactly. But I’m not jumping on the booty train unless the guy can deliver in other departments first—which is the testing part.”

“What kind of testing are you talking about?”

“Step one: he’s got to be SOAS, sex on a stick—or it’s a no-go. Anything less than a ten is unacceptable.”

“The guy absolutely has to have a good sense of humor,” Felicia said.

“That’s a good one. Let me write that down on my phone,” Grace said. “I need to make a list in case I forget anything.”

“And there’s a definite correlation between a guy who’s a good kisser and good at getting the job done in the bedroom,” Tess added.

“Guys who are good dancers are better in the bedroom. Find out if they’re worth bringing home for a test drive.” Felicia smiled. “Tonight’s as good a time as any. You see anyone around you want to try out?”

Grace scanned the room, her focus lingering on a guy by the bar with short dark hair and a sexy half-smile that made her mouth go dry and the hairs on her arm stand at attention. Before he could return the slow perusal, her gaze jerked away. She took a deep drink and shrugged. “Nope.”

“So what else are you adding to your TSD list?” Tess asked.

“How about a guy who’s not afraid to show his feminine side? One who could admit he enjoys the occasional chick flick or isn’t afraid to get manscaped,” Grace said as she jotted down more notes.

Tess nodded. “That’s exactly what I mean. Shows he’s comfortable in his own skin and not hung up on traditional male/female stereotypes.”

“But how are you going to give a guy a stamp of approval for the go-ahead?” Felicia asked.

“I’m pretty sure with a few targeted questions, I can figure it out.” She sucked in a breath as a sense of victory filled her lungs. She didn’t need a man to make her whole. She only needed him to scratch an elusive itch. “And it would be a really great thing if he doesn’t have a clue who I am or who my father is.” That was the only way to guarantee the man in question—no matter how short-lived the relationship—didn’t have an agenda.

…

There she was.

Since he hadn’t been able to expose Cyrus Whitaker’s illegal dealings and payoffs, Luke McCall had decided to go backdoor and find out what he could from the man’s Achilles’ heel: his daughter, Grace Wilson. All he needed was the evidence, and as Whitaker Development’s business consultant, she might be the key. The woman had to know about her father’s shady practices and how dirty he played it.

Talking trash about the competitors was one thing, but making up shit about his company, LRM Real Estate Development—like poor workmanship and questionable credit—sullied his reputation. Losing the Hudson River building, a jewel he’d spent months working on and had put his heart in to develop, hurt like hell, and he’d drawn the proverbial line in the sand.

To even the score, he’d expose the supposedly upstanding businessman for the conniving ass he really was. If that included using his daughter to get the job done, so be it. Like most uber rich, she probably believed she deserved the world—no matter who she had to hurt to get it.

He’d secure Grace’s trust by establishing a relationship with her and then bring down her father before she could wrap her Harvard-educated brain around Luke’s real intent.

Yeah, it was unorthodox and not the way he liked to do business. But the buildings the man razed and replaced with cheap chrome and glass structures ruined the charm and appeal of New York’s intimate neighborhoods and he had to be stopped. Now.

Once she and her friends picked their table near the dance floor, he eased onto the barstool across from them for an optimum vantage point.

Grace’s long dark hair was swept into a ponytail. A black leather skirt rode high on her thighs, displaying her fabulous legs from the bar-height stool. Pretending to be attracted to her wasn’t going to require much acting on his part. But capitalizing on her vulnerabilities would be key to getting the job done. He tried to focus on the baseball game, but that was pretty much impossible when he couldn’t keep his gaze off her.

His dick twitched when she smiled at something her friend said. Damn, she was smokin’. He’d have to have a heart to heart with his little brain later to explain this wasn’t about getting laid. A little seduction, a little romance, take her on a few dates and hope she mentioned something he could use to nail her father, but stopping before it involved nakedness.

Her gaze rose and met his. She didn’t look away and neither did he. Her lips slid up into a coy smile. It was all the encouragement he needed before he ambled toward her table.

“Take a seat Mr. SOAS,” one of the ladies said.

He grabbed an empty chair and scooted next to her. “What are you three beautiful ladies talking about?” Even though he used the words to include them all, he focused only on Grace.

Grace regarded him with a detached look. “Actually we’re talking about how men always have the upper hand in a relationship—they call the shots.”

He didn’t try to hide his smile. “You’re right. Men are selfish pricks.”

Her gaze narrowed. “And you’re different?”

“Ladies always come first.” He grinned as his left eyebrow rose.

Grace laughed while her eyes twinkled. “Yeah, that’s what they all say.” She bit her lip. “And then the reality of the moment happens and…” She raised her index finger and let it drop. “Oops… ‘Give me an hour or so,’ or ‘oh man, I forgot all about doing that thing for my grandma. Call ya later, babe’.”

He laughed, admitting to himself that he was enjoying this more than he’d expected. “You’ve been hanging around with the wrong guys.”

“Obviously.” She rolled her eyes. “How do you feel about shopping?”

He shrugged, uncertain where she was going with this. “I don’t think there’re too many stores open right now.”

“No, I’m talking about in general.”

“A necessary evil, I guess.”

She gave him a smug look. “How about a movie marathon with Runaway Bride, Steel Magnolias, and Ghost.”

“I’d bring the wine and call in for Chinese.”

“How about a spa date for two? Manscaping?”

Wait a minute. Manscaping sounded like trouble—like hot wax on the balls trouble. Holy shit. Just what was her agenda? Surely he could find the answers he needed before it came to personal torture.

Never show fear. “I’m pretty much up for anything.”

He moved closer to stake out his intention. Up close and in person, her eyes were darker and bluer than in the pics he’d seen on the society pages. Instead of dwelling on the fact she was much more beautiful than her photos, he held out his hand. “Luke McCall.”

She hesitated long enough that he questioned if this whole thing would go south before it got off the ground. Finally, she grasped his hand.

“Grace Wilson.”

Even while she kept her eyes on him in a way that made him believe she was categorizing and dissecting him, she gestured across the table. “These are my friends, Tess and Felicia.”

“Pleased to meet you ladies.” He shook their hands then signaled for another round of drinks. Even if his target wasn’t Grace, it would have been impossible to focus on anyone else. While all three women were beautiful, she had a mischievous sparkle in her eye to go along with a sexy smile. And he didn’t even want to think about the hot body hidden beneath her clothes. His dick was acting like Pavlov’s dog salivating to the sound of the bell.

Damn. Getting her naked was not—nor could it be—on his agenda. A delicate balance of flirtation and a few chaste kisses was it. And that’s all this was about—squashing the man who wanted to ruin his business.

“If you want to hang with us, you’re going to have to pass a test.” Grace’s eyes grew wide as he moved closer, but she didn’t back off.

“Sounds intriguing. What kind of test are we talking?” His lips rested outside her ear as the music ratcheted up. He tried not to get sucked in by the aroma lingering around her earlobe—a cross between fresh lemons and springtime flowers.

Goose bumps lit along the column of her neck while her pulse throbbed at the base. He wouldn’t go so far as to say he’d won her over, but, based on her involuntary bodily reaction, he had little doubt she was interested.

She cleared her throat. “Dance.” As if coming out of her own musings, she straightened in her seat—maybe to give herself some perspective, maybe to gain some space from his encroachment.

Lest she think he was some kind of testosterone-laden pervert, he backed off a sliver. “Dance?”

She broke her gaze as she signaled to her friends for help. “Tess will ask the DJ to put on ‘Uptown Funk.’ Do you think you can keep up with us?”

“Absolutely.”

Her right eyebrow inched up while a smile curved her lips. “Really? After my fifteen years of dance lessons, you don’t stand a chance.”

“But I’ve got amazing rhythm.” He grinned as they both slid off their chairs and headed toward the dance floor. They joined her friends just as the song began.

Game on.

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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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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Her Enemy Protector, Tempt Me #2, by Avery Flynn

Her Enemy Protector

Tempt Me #2

by Avery Flynn

Publication Date: November 14, 2016

Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

By-the-book secret agent Lucas Bendtsen will do anything to keep his country safe—even if that means blackmailing the stepdaughter of a notorious mobster who is about to sell guns to a group of terrorists. The plan? He’ll pose as her fiancé in order to access her stepfather’s guarded compound and find out the location of the arms deal. The problem? Despite her reputation as a heartless femme fatale, Ruby Macintosh is not at all what she seems. Only a fool would double-cross the Organization, but Ruby doesn’t have any choice—not if she’s going to save her brother and mother from her stepfather. So she places her life in the hands of a man who turns her on as much as he ticks her off…

The fake engagement may be the beginning of a high-stakes game of subterfuge, but when their hearts get involved, Lucas has to decide whether to break the rules or break Ruby’s heart.

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Mind whirling around the ever shrinking possibilities of getting out of this situation alive and with the odds running even on whether her stepfather or Lucas would finish off her and Jasper first, she turned toward the door. The need to get out of here before the walls closed in on her had her so focused on escape, she missed Lucas’s quick movements until he stood between her and the open doorway.

Never taking his attention off her, Lucas closed the door behind him. His spacious study suddenly shrank in size, and her pulse quickened. He didn’t say anything—he just stared with those all-knowing blue-green eyes that unsettled her.

Desire heated her skin as if there was a blaze burning in the huge fireplace across the room. It made her lungs tight and her breasts heavy as warmth pooled low in her stomach. Her reaction to being close to him had to be a side effect from running on adrenaline since she’d realized Jasper was missing last night. Or maybe it was because she’d gotten a little too used to boyfriends who were battery powered. It wasn’t—couldn’t be—because of him. She wouldn’t let it.

His gaze dropped to her mouth and then to the peaked tips of her nipples pressing against the white knit jersey of her dress, the thin material disguising nothing. Embarrassed at her body’s obvious response to him that she couldn’t hide, she brushed past him and reached for the door.

His hand covered hers on the doorknob before she even had a chance to twist her wrist to open the door. Looking back over her shoulder, she noted he stood directly behind her with only a few inches separating their bodies.

“The queen is right, you know,” he said, his warm breath brushing against the exposed column of her neck and setting off a shiver of lust. “I will do whatever it takes and make any sacrifices necessary to safeguard my country. Consider that before you try anything that might sabotage this operation.” He paused as her heart hammered against her ribs. “The queen is also wrong. I’m a complete asshole used to always having my way. You’d better remember that before you go bursting into any more rooms without an invitation.”

Blood rushing in her ears and desire slowing her thinking, it took a second to realize that he’d released her hand and stepped away. Once she did, her survival instinct kicked in, and she flew out the door, hurrying up the staircase to her room where she could regroup and come up with a plan not to sabotage herself by falling into bed with her blackmailer.

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Synopsis

Stylist Elle Olsen lives in fear of someone discovering her secret identity as Princess Eloise. But the men who killed her entire family in a bloody coup have done just that and now they’re coming for her. All Elle wants is to disappear into anonymity again, but the panty-melting billionaire who kidnaps her isn’t about to let that happen.

On the society pages, smoking hot financier Dominick Rasmussen is one of the world’s most eligible bachelors, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. As a secret resistance fighter, his one goal is to get Princess Eloise on the throne and restore the monarchy. The biggest problem? His stubborn and sexy undercover princess has no interest in ever wearing a tiara again.

Their goals couldn’t be more opposed, but neither Dom nor Elle can deny the attraction bringing them closer together. As the stakes rise and danger increases, they are forced to choose between love and country…

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About Avery Flynn

Award-winning romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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