He wasn’t the score she was looking for...
Romance author Kamaria Wilson came to Las Vegas with nothing
to lose. A one-night stand with a delicious man is just the distraction she
needs…until one night with him doesn’t feel like enough. Panicked, she skips
out on the morning-after encore and hides out at the poker tables.
After his hot one-night stand goes MIA, security specialist
Jack Aldirisi is sure he’ll never see her again. But when he’s called in to the
casino for an unexpected “special assignment,” Lady Luck smiles down on Jack.
For the rest of the weekend, he’ll be by his missing woman’s side.
She insists their powerful connection is nothing more than
sex. He begs to difer. And this time, he’s calling her bluff.
Chapter
excerpt:
Out of the corner of her eye, Kamaria watched his jaw
tighten. His deliciously broad shoulders got even broader. Then he leaned down
and brushed her locks to the side. His lips mere inches from her neck. His
breath tickled that spot on her skin,
making her throb in all the right places. Was elevator sex legal in Nevada? “I
distinctly remember you mumbling something about ‘best orgasm ever.’” He
breathed the words against her neck. She closed her eyes. Do not shiver. Do not shiver.
She turned her head. Now their lips were almost touching.
“And wiping a tear from your eye,” he continued. He swiped away an imaginary
tear and then smirked.
God, he was entirely too gorgeous when he smirked like that.
His dimples cut into his cheeks like deep lickable crevices. He was total hero
material. Maybe she could convince him to pose for her next book cover. All big
and bold and chivalrous. Everything she wanted her own fantasy man to be.
No, she had to resist his spell. For heaven’s sake, she
wrote romantic fiction, she wasn’t supposed to be living it. She crossed her
arms. “I had something in my eye.”
“In addition to that best orgasm ever, I helped you out in a
tough situation downstairs. You could start with ‘thank you.’ Or, how about,
‘I’m sorry for banging your brains out and then leaving’? Had I known you had
any kind of gambling problem, I would have never…” He paused and gently brushed
her arm. She stiffened. Just as she suspected. A guy like him would never want
to get mixed up with someone as mess up as her.
“…I would have never let you out of my arms. I woke up
wanting to cook you breakfast. Make you scream my name. Again.”
Her breath hitched. Why couldn’t she come up with dialogue
like that? This man wasn’t just nice. He was perfect.
“So what do you say to a do-over, Kamaria?”
She shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie,
determined to ignore his all too tempting offer. She liked the way he said her
name. Said it correctly, too. She tried to force back a smile. He was making it
harder and harder for her to think of him as just a fling. “Call me Mari.
Everyone says it’s easier.”
Jack shrugged and moved his hand to the wall beside her
head. “If I liked easy, I wouldn’t be here…”
Meet The Author:
Kaia
Danielle writes contemporary romance, historical romance, women’s fiction and a
graphic novel that is resisting the revision process. Her short stories have
appeared in several national magazines and an anthology. She is an alumnae of
the VONA writing workshop. Originally from New Jersey, she now calls coastal
Georgia home. You can find her tweeting about being a Jersey Girl in South
Georgia, her foodie adventures and popular culture in general on her
@kaiawrites handle.
Her website is www.kaiawrites.com.
Purchase link:
All of the links are on my publisher’s page: http://www.entangledpublishing.com/calling-her-bluff/
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