Resistance is no longer an option...
A Tahoe Nights story.
Faced with the annual family reunion in Lake Tahoe, Amanda Harding cringes inwardly like the awkward teenager she used to be, not the successful bookstore owner she is now. Once again she'll be bombarded by questions about her dreadful status as a single woman. And, like always, she'll feel the weight of her parents' disappointment that their only child isn't happily married and pregnant with their first grandchild.
As she relates her troubles to her good friend Leo, she's shocked to the core by his offer to pose as her soon-to-be fiancé. Then all she can think about is getting tangled up in the sheets--and with Leo's deliciously hard body.
Leo Prentice has always wondered what his quiet, bookish Amanda looked like beneath the conservative suits, but the prospect of wrecking their friendship has kept his dirty mind in check. Until their first fake kiss. Playing Amanda's lover seemed like a win-win. But the little bookworm stirs a fire in him unlike any other woman.
Soon, the teasing touches and sensual looks are all too real...and not nearly enough.
Warning: this title contains a yummy construction man, a shy bookstore owner and a very naughty weekend filled with sizzling friends-turned-lovers sex.
Excerpt Copyright © 2010 Anne Rainey
All rights reserved -- a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
As he set out the last of the food, Leo heard footsteps. He looked up just in time to see Amanda coming into the room, a piece of paper clutched in her hand. "He gave you his number?" And why exactly did Leo have the urge to grab it and toss it in the trash?
She blushed and clutched the paper tighter. "Maybe."
He rolled his eyes. "No maybes about it, the guy was staring at you like you were an all-you-can-eat buffet."
She laughed and waved the compliment away. Why did she find it so impossible for a guy to look at her with hunger? After all these years spent telling the hardheaded woman that she had it going on, Amanda still wouldn't listen.
He took her by the shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. "How many times do I have to say it, sweetheart? You're a hottie. Men are always going to hit on you."
She pushed out of his arms and sat at the old, scarred wood table. "I'm slightly overweight, and I have zero fashion sense. Hardly a hottie, Leo."
Leo straddled the chair across from her and waited until she dug into her pork before saying, "It's like when a dog spies a juicy hamburger on the edge of the counter. I don't care how well behaved the dog is. He's going to try and get a taste. And you, sweetheart, are juicy."
She stopped chewing and frowned up at him. Swallowing back a bite, she said, "Are you saying I'm a hamburger? If you're going to compare me to beef at least make it a steak."
He chuckled and dug into his own food. "You're a filet mignon and don't you forget it."
advertisement