Miss March It’s the happiest day of Vicky’s life. The day of her wedding. She’s marrying the man of her dreams, Brady Emerson Brooks. There has never been a more delicious stretch of perfectly packaged male. With thick, silky brown hair that glows russet in the sun and deep blue eyes, Brady has a face that would tempt a nun. But as the wedding ceremony draws near, Vicky receives a text message that threatens the happy ending she’s worked so hard to set in motion. Although the personification of male sensuality and raw masculine power, Brady has a deeply vulnerable side he keeps hidden along with a haunting secret from his past. His idealistic, romantic heart is in jeopardy. Their happily-ever-after is at stake. And Vicky is partly to blame. Note: Brady is Rob's (of Miss August fame) younger brother. |
Excerpt “You look hot,” she told him after pulling in a deep, bracing breath. She gave him what she hoped was a sultry smile as she rested her elbows on the high counter separating the kitchen from the wait station. Steam poured from the dishwasher as he yanked the door open and pulled out the last tray of cookware. “I am,” he said after checking her eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched with humor as he gave her an interested look. “What are you doing here? Hasn't the wait staff gone home?” “Yeah, but we drew straws before everyone left—to see who got to hang around and seduce the boss.” “Last time I looked, there wasn’t any straw around here,” he pointed out with an utterly male snort. “A minor detail,” she scoffed, waving a hand in the air. “Well, I’m glad Brian didn’t win,” he grunted. Vicky laughed, relaxing a bit at his obvious willingness to exchange banter. “So you won?” he asked as he filled his strong arms with pots and pans. “I don’t know. I’ll tell you after I seduce you.” He cut another interested glance her way, hesitating before he said, “I don’t generally…date employees.” “I’ve been thinking I’ll quit,” she offered swiftly. “You’ve only just started!” he laughed as he reached above his head and hung a large frying pan over the central stove. “Well, if you don’t want me to quit…” He shot her a grin. It looked like an I-don’t-want-you-to-quit grin and it almost brought her to her knees—it was that devastating. With a bolstered sense of courage, she forged ahead. “It’s not meant to be a full-blown date, anyhow. Just a quick seduction.” “Can you make it a full-blown seduction?” he tempted, flashing her a darkly sinful glance. “If that’s what you want, I’ll g-give it my best,” she answered, her voice unexpectedly catching on a shy stutter that came out of nowhere, rattled her confidence and made her feel like an inexperienced schoolgirl. As she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, his head jerked up and his eyes narrowed on her, as though searching for something. “So, where’s your dishwasher tonight?” she asked quickly. Still he searched her face as he answered slowly, “I sent him home early. He had a date.” “That was nice of you.” “I know what it’s like to be a teenager and in love,” he told her. Then, as though he realized what he’d said and was embarrassed about his confession, he lifted one shoulder and sent her a dismissive smile. “Damn. You’re a pretty romantic guy, aren’t you?” “I can be,” he answered. Vicky watched while he hung up the rest of the pots and pans, her heart hammering so loud it was a wonder it wasn’t rattling the counter she was leaning against. “Wanna show me?” she finally suggested, then held her breath as she waited for his reaction. He gave her a sharp look, his cobalt eyes drilling into her for several seconds as he untied his apron and threw it at the open laundry bag. Reaching for the hem of his T- shirt, he worked it up over his rugged six-pack abs, then on over his head. With the clean white fabric balled in his fist, he pressed the T-shirt against the damp stubble on his chin. “Meet me in my office,” he told her. |
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