BLURB: New York Times bestselling
author Katee Robert kicks off her new Out of Uniform series with IN BED WITH
MR. WRONG, a hilarious enemies-to-lovers story you don’t want to miss. Air
Force Pararescuer Ryan Flannery avoids his hometown at all costs, so he’s not
thrilled when he’s set up on a blind date—until he meets mousy librarian
Brianne Nave. Her sweet curves and kissable lips are a siren’s call, but her
smart mouth? Not so much. How can two people have so little chemistry outside
the bedroom when they fit together so perfectly in it? When Ryan and Bri are
stranded in a cabin by their friends, they’ll be forced to find out…if they
don’t kill each other first.
Excerpt: In Bed with Mr. Wrong by Katee Robert
“Don’t think for a second you’re getting a
good-night kiss.”
“A kiss from you?” He stepped forward into her
finger, forcing her to open her hand against his chest or take a step back. She
refused to budge. He leaned down, crowding her. “I’d rather kiss a snake.”
“Then it’s too bad it’s winter, because they’re in
short supply.” She pushed at his chest again, nearly snarling when he didn’t
move. “You should just burn something else down. That might draw a few to the
heat.”
“Or maybe I’ll just set fire to your goddamn granny
panties. That’s sure to create a big enough blaze.”
Her jaw dropped open and she swallowed hard. “As if
you could.”
“Watch me.”
He grabbed her hips and yanked her against him. Bri
gasped. There was so much heat in his blue eyes, it was a wonder every single
article of clothing she wore didn’t go up in smoke. “You—”
But then she saw it. The challenge hidden behind the
heat. He didn’t think she could handle this. Handle him.
His mouth curled into a smirk, and his hands
tightened on her hips. The feel of his fingers digging into her flesh through
the thin fabric of her skirt made her want to throw all caution to the wind. He
thought he’d won, did he?
“Screw it.” She grabbed the lapels of his shirt and
went up on her tiptoes to smash her lips against his. He froze, then stumbled
backward and slammed into the wall of her screened porch, taking her with him.
A wave of victory went through her. For all his talk, he hadn’t expected her to
make a move. She moved one hand to the back of his neck and tipped his head
down so she could set her teeth into his bottom lip.
Just like that, he came alive in her arms and pulled
her tighter against him. His tongue delved into her mouth, stroking hers with
no hesitation, igniting her passion until she couldn’t fight back a moan. How
could one giant brute taste so decadent? She slid her tongue along his, not
sure if she was searching for an answer or simply enjoying the way her very
nerves seemed to spark and dance at every place they touched.
Would her whole body do that if they were naked?
Whoa. Where had that thought come from? She was
proving him wrong, not jumping into bed with the man. She tried to pull away.
“I think—”
“Stop talking.”
BLURB: Gina L. Maxwell comes out
swinging with the latest installment of her New York Times bestselling Fighting
for Love series, FIGHTING FOR IRISH. When he learns a friend’s sister has
forty-eight hours to make good on an ex’s debt to a crime boss, former MMA
fighter Aiden "Irish" O'Brien heads to Louisiana to offer himself up
as collateral. But to satisfy the debt, he has to do the one thing he swore
he’d never do again: fight. With more than just money on the line, can Irish
reclaim the man he once was for the woman he can't live without?
Excerpt: Fighting For Irish by Gina Maxwell
Aiden dropped his hands to her
hips and stepped closer. “Will you stay tonight?” he asked softly.
“I’ll stay.”
One night. He could do that,
couldn’t he? Then he could get this need for her out of his system and focus on
winning the tournament to free her from any danger. His job would be done, his
debt paid to Jax, and he could move back home to continue his daily penance and
meaningless existence.
But right now he wanted to feel
alive again, if only for a night in the arms of the woman who’d had his balls
on lockdown for months. She was the reason no one else even appealed to him
anymore. He needed her, just this once. But he wouldn’t do it without an
understanding between them.
“Kat, can I be honest with you?”
Aiden was aware of the fine line he was walking. Now he just had to do it
without sounding crude or disrespectful, which would be a challenge. He was no
smooth-talking Romeo.
Meeting her expectant gaze, he
took a deep breath and prepared himself for the possibility of getting slapped.
“I wanna be with you tonight.”
“As in, with me with me?”
“Yeah,” he said, amusement
lifting a corner of his mouth. “With you with you. It’s been a really long time
since I wanted someone as much I want you.”
“Really?” she asked breathlessly.
“You sound surprised.”
She offered a weak shrug and
suddenly found interest in the floorboards. “You seem like you’d be more into
exciting, exotic looking women. Like one of those sexy, new-age pin-up girls
with the flawless skin and beautiful tattoos.”
He almost laughed until he
realized she was serious. She had no idea what she did to him. Grabbing one of
her hands still resting on his shoulder, he slowly dragged it over his chest
and down his stomach until they finally reached his stiff erection straining
against the restrictive boxer briefs under his shorts.
Aiden groaned as he molded her
hand over his cock. The feel of her gripping him nearly redefined the word
“premature.” She drew in a quick breath and raised her eyes to his. Her cheeks
filling with a pretty shade of pink did crazy things to his insides. The more
her innocence showed through the more he wanted her.
He couldn’t make sense of it. She
was right. Typically he went for the larger-than-life women who treated every
day like it was their own personal thrill ride. Kat was something else
entirely. Worldly beyond her years, yet somehow more innocent than she should
be.
“This is how into you I am,
sweetheart. Believe me when I tell you I couldn’t fake this kind of interest,”
he assured her. “I want you, Kat. Wicked bad. But I don’t have anything more to
offer you than one night. That’s me being honest. So if you wanna give me the
red light now I’ll understand, but you gotta let me know while I still have use
of some of my brain.”
“Green.”
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