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Harper
Connor had been born to be in the eye of the public. Nothing ever done if not
really for the public. Even things like her birthdays were staged. So, after
she finds out her husband cheated she had told him she would agree to be on stage
with him as he told the public he was sorry for what he had done, his affairs.
But after she wanted no questions for her, no grandstanding, and a quick
divorce. He called her bluff and got down on one knee to ask her forgiveness.
When she specifically said no spotlighting her. So, when she looked down at him
she “cold cocked him!”
She left Washington D.C. to work somewhere else. And then she was approached to
work for someone privately. It couldn’t have come at a better time since it was
on a secluded ranch for the rich and famous. She wouldn’t be hounded by the
press. She could hide out do a job she loved and when the job was over in two
weeks the press would be on to another blood in the water story. Well, not even
twenty four hours on the job. When Dodge Loving plays Alpha Male and proceeds
to tell her that she was “Fired!”
Dodge didn’t know who she was or who he was messing with. She had just lived
through the worst experience of her life that played out in the press. With the
way she grew up that was just not allowed as her mother even at her again was
called and lectured about. She was not going to lay down and take orders from
whoever he was or thought he was. He didn’t hire her so he was not firing her.
She got that with the paparazzi the he didn’t want her around because he had
just told her he found one on the grounds looking for her. That wasn’t the
reason he was firing her the real reason was he had plans for the resort and
revenge for his grandfather, Jonathon Kerry.
You see Kerry disowned his mother who is white for falling in love and marrying
his father who is who is black, all because the shade of his skin. He would pay
for making such a harsh decision that had to have hurt his mom.
At what expense would this revenge cost him in the long run? Will all the
wealth taste good at the end if he had no one to share it with. His mother’s
seed she planted about the Universe having brought Harper for him and he needed
to open his eyes and his heart before he lost his chance to find true happiness
or End up just like his grandfather. Filled with hate, alone, and unloving. And
Harper she was unlike anyone he’d ever known—equal parts intriguing, alluring,
and mystifying.
I loved this book. Couldn’t put it down! I give this 5 stars.
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Loosening his tie with one hand, Dodge leaned his shoulder
against the swinging door and entered the kitchen. The light over the
industrial sink was on, and the walk-in freezer door stood open. An off-key
rendition of “All I Want for Christmas is You” filtered out from the freezer.
Harper. It had to be. He paused mid-step, the first hint of a smile cracking
through his pissed off shell. The woman was horrible, a singing-in- the-shower-
couldn’t-even-help level of awful. She might be the only person in the world
who could give him a run for his money in the shitty singing category.
He released the breath pushing against his ribcage like an
overfilled balloon. Her caterwauling did more to unwind the tension in his
shoulders than the punishing workout he’d put his body through this afternoon.
He removed his cowboy-boot cufflinks, dropped them into his shirt pocket, and
rolled up his sleeves as he made his way to the freezer, getting there in time
for Harper’s big finish.
Dressed in black yoga pants and a tank top that made his
mouth go sawdust dry, Harper sang her way to the front of the freezer with her
eyes closed and a spoon for a microphone. “All I want for Christmaaaaas is
youuuuuuuuu.”
When the note cracked, he broke in. “You know it’s May,
right?”
Harper’s eye’s snapped open, and the drawn out “you” turned
into a startled yelp. Her singing was pitchy, but her scream was downright
earsplitting. A deep flush raced up from her cleavage, turning the miles of
creamy flesh nearly as red as her hair.
“Would you stop doing that?” Eyes narrowed and attitude set
on kill, she stormed out of the freezer armed with her spoon and half a gallon
of ice cream and kicked the door shut behind her.
“What?” He didn’t bother hiding his grin. “Telling you the
month?”
She stormed past him, giving him a wonderful view of her
ass covered in the clingy black fabric, and headed for the hall door. “No,
scaring the shit out of me.”
“Sorry.” He slipped in front of her, cutting off her escape
route, and tapped on the frozen half gallon’s lid. “What’s the flavor tonight?”
“Cookie dough and, before you ask, no—I’m not sharing.” But
she didn’t make any moves to circle around him. For as cold as her words were,
everything else about her was fiery hot.
She nibbled on her bottom lip and the tension that had
ebbed out of his muscles came back in full force. Last night her full lips had
tasted of mint chocolate chip and temptation. Tonight, he wanted to taste more
than the ice cream off her lips. He wanted to drown in her. Mixing business and
pleasure was about to get interesting, but as long as he remembered who she
worked for, he’d be the one coming out on top.
She smelled of lilacs, fresh soap, and the kind of trouble
a man couldn’t help but get tangled up with. Pink tinted her porcelain skin,
the last reminder of her earlier flush. Her nipples tented the smooth fabric of
her tank top. From the freezer or him? If it wasn’t him, he sure as hell wanted
his chance to show her what he could do.
Hard and hungry for her, Dodge stood his ground even as
every urged him to take what he wanted—what she wanted.
This wasn’t a typical mutual seduction. He had to take it
slow so he could find out exactly what she was planning with his grandfather
and counteract it without either of them being the wiser. But, of course, that
didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy every minute of it.
“You’re not sharing?” Instead of reaching for Harper, he
toyed with the carton’s lid, popping it open, his gaze never leaving hers. “Not
even a spoonful?”
“No.” She slapped her hand over his, shutting the ice cream
lid. “You’re on my shit list.”
“That makes us even. You’re on mine, too.” He brought his
thumb up, stroking it across the center of her soft palm, even that simplest of
touch making his cock hard. “Half a spoonful and in exchange I’ll provide the
whipped cream and maraschino cherries…as long as you promise not to sing.”
Avery Flynn
has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is
desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. 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.
Hey Avery when you figure out that coffee IV drip can you send it over my way. I am so right there with you. Hahaha!
