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Blurb
Ryder Diamond—the town’s golden boy—doesn’t have time for
taking chances, let alone love. Against his better judgment, he lets his
buddies set him up on a blind date with a girl who’s only passing through town.
But temporary or not, Whitney James sets fire to desires he can’t control.
Before they know it, Ryder and Whitney are in a supply
closet, drowning in lust. She’s only in town for the summer—what better way to
spend it than in the arms of Mr. Perfect? Except, she’s wild and free, and he’s
Mr. Stability. Which means he may as well be Mr. Wrong.
And her new job? It’s with Ryder’s sister.
Sex and the inability to keep their hands off
each other are the only things they have in common. But this little hook-up has
“disaster” written all over it...and the only way Ryder can save his reputation
is by avoiding the sweet little firecracker who could ruin it all.
“So you’re from around here?” the
sexy brunette asked as she eyed her shot and bent over the pool table again.
Jesus Christ, Ryder needed to get a
grip. He couldn’t stare all night at her perfect ass in those insanely short
shorts. Her shirt was tied up and gave flashes of her tight stomach, and Ryder
had to take a deep breath. Maybe Bass was right. It’d been too long since he’d
gotten laid.
“It’s not a hard question, big guy,”
she said, snapping his thoughts out of the gutter and back to reality. Where
were his manners?
“I’m sorry, sweetness. Run that by
me again?” He stood straighter, gripping his pool cue as her big, chocolate
eyes flashed up at him with a smile.
“I asked if you were from around
here.” She hit the five in the side pocket and straightened.
Was he from around there?
Technically, the lodge was in Diamond County, but it wasn’t zoned in the town
of Diamond. He’d have to hold onto that technicality. If he so much as gave his
last name, the connection would be made and the questions would start. Was he
rich? Was he married? On and on.
For now, he wanted to take advantage
of what Bass had said. This woman was passing through for just one night, and
for one night, he didn’t have to be Ryder Diamond of the founding Diamonds.
“Not exactly,” he finally answered.
It was the truth, basically.
She nodded and looked at him. Those
roaming eyes gave off what he knew was a look of interest. And damn, it was a
mighty fine look.
“You’re a little mysterious,
cowboy,” she said, her east coast accent kicking up just a hair.
“Not a cowboy.” He drawled the last
word and dropped the vowel just enough to gauge her reaction. Judging by the
quick intake of air, and those high perfect breasts pressing tight against that
shirt, he’d guess she was toiling with the idea of what getting down and dirty
with a country boy was like. And he’d happily show her. “You wanna tell me
where you’re from?”
She glanced away. “I move around a
lot. Not really from anywhere.”
Huh. So she was playing the part of
a mystery as much as he was.
She bent over the pool table again,
even though it was his turn. He happily let her have the shot.
“How about this,” he said, and came
to stand by her. “Why don’t we skip all the personal questions? You just tell
me about yourself, however much or little you’d like.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “The more
mysterious, the better?”
He smiled. “You got it.”
With her pool cue perfectly aligned,
she winked at him, and then, without taking her eyes off him, she nailed the
shot and sank the three ball. She was better than good, and that had him
instantly hard. She was young, hot, and stirred his blood in a way it hadn’t
been in a while. Maybe ever. Because with her lush mouth and hypnotic eyes, it
was hard keeping his manners at the forefront, especially when she represented
everything easy, fun, and wild.
And good Lord, he would make sure
tonight fulfilled every fantasy he’d denied himself. Just like a diabetic
sampling chocolate frosting…only once Ryder had a taste, he’d consume the whole
damn cake.
She’s
bad for you…
The quiet voice whispered that
familiar warning. She was a temptation that he should be struggling to resist,
yet every beat of his pulse told him that she’d be worth the sin. A night of
lust to scratch this damn itch, then he could go back to his normal life
tomorrow.
He’d been burned by a woman before.
A woman like the one in front of him. Sexy, wild, and looking for fun, not for
serious. And Ryder was a serious guy. Had to be. The second he wasn’t, he lost
control and paid the consequences dearly.
Don’t
get sucked in… Resist.
“I like personal details,” she said.
“But not the boring kind. I don’t want to know where you’re from or what you
do.”
Ryder nodded. He could get on board
with that. “Details, so long as they’re not boring. And how do we go about
that?”
She gave a wicked grin and ran her
teeth over her bottom lip. He watched every damn slide, wishing to hell he could
taste what she was tasting.
Excerpt #2
“Maybe we should take baby steps,” she said, taunting him
just enough to get that silver spark in his eyes to glint. “I wouldn’t want to
frighten you with my wild ways.”
He raised a brow. “Me? Frightened of you?”
She shrugged, but the way his body moved made the hairs on
her neck perk up and pay attention. He stalked behind her and stood tall so
that she was caught in his shadow. His hands moved ever so slightly as if he could
snatch her in a single second and do what he wanted with her.
And she’d let him. Because the raw power that dripped from
him was engulfing. So that was what it took to bring out his wild side—a
challenge he couldn’t refuse. And boy, now she had to wonder if she’d gotten
more than she’d asked for. He exuded a dominating presence that refused to be
ignored.
“You looking to taunt me, little girl?”
“Just looking to learn you.”
That made him stop. Shit, had she said the wrong thing? This
was only for a single night. But she wasn’t going to bore him with her plans
for the summer—make some money so she could move on to the next place. This guy
wasn’t even from around there. Looking to “learn him” had been a poor choice of
words for a man she would never see again. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to
back down from her statement. She only had tonight with him, but she planned to
learn everything she could about how to give him pleasure.
“What is it you think you’ve learned so far?” he asked.
“You’re polite, but I think you have a wild streak just like
I do.” She tapped her chin, revving up that alpha instinct he was keeping a
tight hold of.
Push just a bit more.
“I wonder…” she said. “Do you ever get to act on that
wildness?”
“What makes you think I don’t?”
“You’ve never even gone skinny-dipping.”
“Maybe because I’ve never gotten the lady out of my bed long
enough to make it to the lake.”
That got her attention real quick. He was good. Very, very
good. And while she was certain he was also a nice guy, it was becoming clear
there was an intensity to him that he rarely, if ever, got to explore. And she
wanted to tap into that wicked darkness he was caging up.
Push…just…a…bit…more…
“I’ve never had sex with a cowboy in his truck,” she said.
He unleashed the sexiest grin God had ever gifted a man, and
he took one more step until he was toe-to-toe with her.
His breath hit her lips when he said, “Like I said,
sweetness, I’m no cowboy. But I do have a truck.”
Done!
She was about ready to scream the word and rip his clothes
off. Instead, she finished her drink and tried to keep her body from buzzing
out of control. Calm and seductive. Maybe even a bit coy. That wasn’t exactly
her game—she preferred being direct—but if that was what Ryder needed, she was
all too willing. She was game for anything and refused to cower behind
inhibitions. Just looking at Ryder had her thinking that the few interactions
she’d had with boys in the past were nothing compared to the man that stood
before her.
She finished her drink and set it on the edge of the pool
table. His eyes were locked on her, silent and waiting. He didn’t have to
pretend at control, he owned it. That much was clear from the stillness in his
frame and the confidence in his stance.
There was a back door out of the billiard room. She slipped
her hand into his large one and tugged him to follow her. He did, and right
when they hit the small hallway, his grip tightened and he spun her around to
face him.
“Fuck baby steps,” he rasped against her mouth, then snagged
her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging slightly and bringing her in for the
hottest kiss she’d ever had.
About the Author:
National
and international bestselling author Joya Ryan is the author of the Shattered
series, which includes Break Me Slowly,
Possess Me Slowly, and Capture Me Slowly. She has also written
the Sweet Torment series, which includes Breathe
You In and Only You. Passionate
about both cooking and dancing (despite not being too skilled at the latter),
she loves spending time at home. Along with her husband and her two sons, she
resides in California.
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