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"I have a proposition for you." Kacey should have run the minute those words left Seattle millionaire Jake Titus's mouth. It's been years since Kacey's seen her childhood friend Jake, but the minute Jake mentions his ill grandmother, Kacey is ready to do anything for the sweet old woman. And if that means pretending they're engaged for her sake-so be it.
But Kacey wasn't counting on Jake's older brother Travis still being there. She calls him "Satan" for a reason: she's never forgotten the way he teased and taunted her. Yet when they meet again, Travis's gorgeous smile is a direct hit to her heart . . . and Kacey's more confused than ever. As the days pass, only one thing starts to become alarmingly clear-she never should have accepted Jake's deal . . .
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EXCERPT 1
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.”
Travis’s smooth voice seemed to rumble in her chest.
Stupid man.
Dear God, please have mercy and let him be
bald and fat.
Slowly, she turned and faced her nemesis.
Hell.
Would it have been too much to ask for him
to at least not have grown into his perfect nose?
“Kacey.” He nodded.
“Satan.”
“Your hair’s different.”
Kacey flinched. “You’ve grown into your
nose.”
Jake walked up and stood between them. “Can
you guys at least pretend to play nice?”
“No,” they said in unison.
“Look…” Jake glanced at his phone. “This is
work. I’ve gotta take this. Travis, can you drop me off at the Portland office
and then take Kacey to the house?”
“Pretty sure Mom’s going to be upset if you
don’t make it home for dinner. Not that I’m scared to be alone with this one.”
He pointed to Kacey. “But last time we were alone in the car, she nearly killed
me.”
“Don’t be a drama queen,” Kacey huffed.
“Drama queen?” Travis raised an eyebrow.
“There was a cliff, snow, and I’m pretty sure Benadryl was involved.”
“Always is.” Jake shook his head.
EXCERPT 2
“You’re pregnant!” she shouted, nearly
dropping her tea to the floor. “Oh my heavens! Oh dear me. Oh, Grandma’s going
to be so delighted!”
“I’m not—” Kacey argued.
“She’s not telling anyone yet,” Travis
interrupted with a devilish smirk. “You know, the media and all that.”
“Oh, oh, oh!” Bets scurried around the room
until she finally stopped in front of a few shelves. “Oh honey, don’t you
remember when you and Jake used to play house? And Travis…” Bets looked at
Travis and pointed. “Didn’t you play with them? Because they needed an extra
person to stand in for the…”
“Dog.” Kacey smiled at Travis and stifled a
giggle. “He was our dog when we played house.”
“Oh, how nice.” Bets winked at Travis and
returned to digging out scrapbooks. “I’m sure I have some pictures we can use
for the wedding.”
Kacey, still trying to gain control of her
panic, swallowed before asking, “Why do we need pictures?”
“You know.” Bets waved her hand in the air.
“For the video montage! You have to have a video montage! They’re all the rage.
You know, baby pictures, prom pictures, that sort of thing. Guests love it!”
“But what about Vegas?” Kacey asked in a
hopeful voice.
“Posh.” Bets shook her head vigorously.
“We’ll pay for the entire thing. And you’ll get married here, at Titus Abbey.”
“Swell,” Kacey mumbled, then glared in
Travis’s direction. He was gone. She leaned across the sofa and noticed him in
the kitchen opening a beer. Oh, nectar of the gods! Just when she needed
something strong the most, and Jake’s family thought she was pregnant.
Oh God. She was going to have to be a
closet drinker. She would have to sneak down to the kitchen just to snag some
tequila to numb the guilt and pain. His parents were going to kill her, and
they would hate her forever. Which meant she actually had to marry Jake and
then turn a blind eye to his inability to keep his pecker in his pants. And
then she’d start hoarding and buying cats in order to fill the void in her
life.
The drinking would get worse. Jake would
hate her, and in a final desperate attempt to regain her youth, she’d die on
the table trying to get plastic surgery.
This. Could. Not. Happen!
“I, uh, I’m going to see what Travis is up
to!” Kacey bolted from her chair and ran into the kitchen.
EXCERPT 3
“Kace?” he asked again. She hadn’t moved,
and the room was spinning, partially from the wine and partially from his
lust-filled state.
“Hmm?” She looked up. God, she was
beautiful, and so damn close to him he could nearly taste the wine on her lips.
“Your call,” he said, lowering his head to
hers.
“This means nothing,” she whispered against
his lips. “We’re drunk, and it means nothing,” she repeated as her hands
tangled in his hair.
With a moan he shook his head.
“Right, nothing.” He licked her lower lip,
tasting the red wine, then running his tongue along the bottom of her jaw.
She arched her back, and he pulled her
closer. His control was hanging on by a single thread.
When his lips grazed hers, she opened her
mouth to him. All hell broke loose. He hadn’t expected her to taste so good, to
feel so ripe, to feel perfect in his arms, to moan his name.
His tongue tangled with hers. Kacey ran her
fingers up and down his biceps, then tucked her hands underneath his shirt,
peeling it off his body.
“Told you naked slumber parties were more
fun,” he said between kisses.
This is a really great book, and the start to a fabulous series!
Rachel has a ton of other great books! Check her out.
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times,
Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and
contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee
at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com
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