Book Scavenger Hunt 2020-01-06
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Mistake #1: I challenged a hot stranger into a drinking bet.
Mistake #2: Falling for the stranger in my small town.
A toe curling kiss
a consequence of a lost bet.
And my perfectly planned life falls apart.
When I find out that he’s the one
that outbid me on the building next door
I try to stay away from him.
Mr. Irish is determined to get me in his bed
And he’s tearing my defences apart
Forcing his way into my heart claiming me.
What I’m supposed to do when
I find out a woman appears at my door
claiming he’s betrothed?
Gorgeous. Famous. Arrogant.
He moved to my mountain for a fresh start...
Now he’s my neighbor
And I think he wants more than a cup of sugar.
He’s a global celebrity, and it’s not just because he’s mouthwatering.
He wrote a book no one will admit they’ve read, but somehow sold millions of copies.
People call it the Kama Sutra Volume 2 or the Sex Bible. He just called it You’re F**king wrong.
Tragedy struck, and now he wants solitude and a place to avoid the spotlight.
He certainly came to the right place, because the spotlight has never been anywhere near my town, especially not next door to me.
You’d think I would be thrilled.
Except he’s easily the most rude and abrasive man I’ve ever met. He’s a brute. A savage.
I hate that the sight of him makes my skin tingle and my cheeks flush, that I can’t think straight around him.
The worst part?
Some stupid, very stupid part of me knows I’m going to try to fix him, because he’s broken and hurting, no matter how much he hides behind his anger.
I just hope I don’t break myself before I find out what happened to him.
At my job, there are three unbreakable rules:
1. No sex.
2. Clothes must stay on at all times.
3. Absolutely no sex.
But as soon as I meet him, it’s like none of the rules apply…
I’m an emotional companion for older men.
I know what you’re thinking. That’s not a euphemism for “prostitute.” We talk, we laugh, we flirt. We spend time together. But I don’t have sex with my clients.
Actually, I’ve never had sex at all.
But when I meet Brady Price, it’s like the rules don’t matter anymore. We break the second rule almost right away, and the other two…
His hands aren’t supposed to be all over my body. I should be angry, I should push him away… but I feel a thrill I’ve never, ever let myself feel before.
Some rules are meant to be broken, but not mine. I have these rules to keep me safe, to keep me protected. I can’t afford a mistake, especially not with a man like him.
Brady is everything I’m supposed to hate. Rude, brash, confident, and gorgeous, he’s the sort of man I run from.
But he’s making an offer I can’t ignore. It could change my life completely.
All I have to do is let him be my Daddy. One week, and then I’m free.
By the end of this, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk away.