Katy Evans grew up with book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love, married him, and now they are hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches "The End." Which, is hopefully, only the beginning...
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REAL TEASER
“Please tell me you’re not going to do this
guy,” Kyle tells me, his face scrunched in worry as the doors roll open. “This
is not you, Brooke. You’re far more responsible than this.”
Am
I?
Am
I really?
Because
tonight I feel crazy. Crazy with lust
and adrenaline and two sexy dimples.
“I’m
just going to talk to him,” I tell my friend, but even I’m not sure of what I’m
doing.
We
follow the two men into the first part of the enormous suite. “Your friends can
wait here,” Riley says, motioning to the gigantic black granite bar. “Please
help yourselves to a drink.”
As
my friends flock to the shiny new bottles of alcohol, an unmistakable squeal escapes
Melanie, and Pete motions me to follow him. We cross the suite and go into the
master bedroom, and I spot him sitting at the bench at the foot of the bed. His
hair is wet, and he holds a gel pack to his jaw. The visual of such a primal male
nursing a wound after he repeatedly broke man after man with his fists is
somehow fabulously sexy to me.
Two
Asian women kneel on the bed behind him, each of them rubbing a shoulder. A
white towel is draped around his hips, and rivulets of water still cling to his
skin. Three empty bottles of Gatorade have been tossed on the floor, and he has
another in his hand. He slaps the gel pack on the table and downs the last of
the Gatorade. Blue as his eyes, the liquid drains in one swig, then he tosses
it aside.
I’m
mesmerized as his ripped muscles clench and relax under the women’s fingers. I
know massage is normal after intense exercise, but what I don’t know, and can’t
understand, is the way watching him get one affects me.
I
know the human form. I revere it. It was my church for six years, when I
decided a new career for me was in order, when I realized I wouldn’t be
sprinting again. And now, my fingers itch at my sides with wanting to probe his
body, push and release, get deep into every muscle.
“Did
you enjoy the fight?” He watches me with a little cocky smile, his eyes
glimmering, like he knows I loved it.
It’s
a love and hate thing for me, to watch him box. But I just can’t compliment him
after hearing five hundred people scream how good he is, so I just shrug. “You
make it interesting.”
“Is
that all?”
“Yes.”
He
seems irritated as he abruptly jerks his shoulders to halt the massage
therapists. He stands and rolls those square shoulders, then cracks his neck to
one side, then the other. “Leave me.”
The
two women offer me a smile and head out, and the instant I’m alone with him, my
breath goes.
The
enormity of being here, in his hotel room, isn’t lost on me, and suddenly I’m
anxious. His tanned, long-fingered hands rest idle by his sides, and a rush of
wanting runs through me as I imagine them running over my skin.
My
body pulses, and with an effort I tear my eyes up to his face and notice he’s
staring at me in silence. He cracks his knuckles with one hand over them, then
does the same with the other. He looks agitated, as though he hasn’t expended
enough energy pounding half a dozen men to the ground. Like he could easily go
a couple more rounds. He studies me for a long moment, but he doesn’t
look overcome with lust like I’m personally, shamefully, feeling. He’s merely
assessing me with a half-smile in place, and he appears genuinely intent in
what I’m saying. “You interned at a private school rehabbing their young
athletes?”
“You looked me up?”
“Actually, we
did,” the two familiar voices of the men who brought me over say, and as they
reenter the room, Pet
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