© Bianca 📚 Janeane
• Book #2 in the Poison & Wine Series
• connected standalones
A sizzling romance under wraps – what do you do when the sparks are too bright to hide?
There’s so much going on in Vicky’s life. A demanding job as the only female VP at a male-dominated company, good times with her tight-knit group of best ladies, and of course, her fabulous dating life. A committed relationship is somewhere near the bottom of Vicky’s list of life goals. A massive fan of new beginnings and the thrill of being swooned off her feet, Vicky has the perfect formula: date, for a limited period, and never exclusively.
Not many people go to sleep anonymous and wake up the next morning a worldwide sensation. With a voice that melts hearts, and a dangerously lethal smile, Ricky’s overnight fame means he can have anyone he wants, but the one he wants isn’t into a serious relationship. To make matters worse, pursuing her goes against his record contract stipulation to remain single.
Opposites don’t simply attract – they detonate.
But he's not giving up on his dream girl...
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I walk over to the opposite corner of the counter to set the
wine aside and get two glasses, saying, “Alexa, play mix list.” At the same
time, Ricky turns on the faucet to wash his hands. A few things still need
minor tweaking in my apartment, as every new property does, and the very noisy
faucet is one of them. My command gets a little swallowed by the squeaky
faucet, and when Alexa responds, it takes me a little too long to realize what
she says. Somehow mix list turns into wish list, and the smart device starts
from the top.
“You have twenty-five items on you wish list.” Only when it
starts reciting the actual list do I make sense of what I’m hearing. “Number
twenty-five, sleeping with Ricky. Number twenty-four, going back to Jutland—”
“Alexa,” I yelp, and the damn device pauses, waiting for my
command. A little thing I added to the list to amuse myself last night comes
back to bite me in the butt with a vengeance. The guy making me dinner halts at
once, dropping the knife to the cutting board with a little thud.
Ricky turns to look at me with arms folded across his chest,
his lips tipped at the side. He cocks his head; his eyes crinkle at the sides.
“No need for wishing, babe. All you have to do is ask.” He then adds, “Or
breathe.”
Enough’s enough with this stupidly attractive guy thinking
he has me wrapped around his finger. It’s time I took back control over
whatever this is between us. I fold my arms across my chest, face him, and say,
“Take your shirt off.”
His surprise is a blink-and-you-miss-it fleeting expression
on his face. He quickly recovers and wordlessly moves his hands to the hem of
his shirt and pulls it off in one fluid motion.
A hallelujah chorus is starting in my head to the sight
before me. The broad chest, defined muscles, and full-sleeve tattoo dominating
his right arm, with a beautifully detailed compass covering the shoulder.
Bringing his pointer finger forward, he gestures for me to remove my shirt, rasping, “Quid pro quo, babe.”
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