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Sydney
I’m no stranger to hard
work. It’s the one constant in my life. And with no family or friends to speak
of, it’s been easy to pour all my time and everything I’ve got into my career
as general counsel for Blackstone Holdings.
And, hey, I’m not
complaining. I mean, life is good…sort of…mostly. It was perfectly fine until
my boss offered me a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. One I’d be crazy to pass
up. All I have to do in return is marry his good-for-nothing son. I can do
this. I can handle it…I think.
* * *
Scott
I’ve had my fair share
of fun. Some would even say I used to be somewhat of a party whore. Pardon,
party animal. I haven’t been that guy in a long time, though. Not since I moved
to Wyoming, bought a failing cattle ranch, and turned it into a profitable
business.
Life isn’t just
good––life is great. Until a phone call from my father threatens the quiet,
simple life I’ve built. Marry or lose everything. And to a woman who can’t
stand me, no less. Well, I’m not going down without a fight. I’m never going
back to Manhattan. Not if I can help it.
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Excerpt:
“Just stand still for five more minutes…” Romeo scooted away and
started running in circles around me, his entire massive Wolfhound body covered
in shampoo. It was high time these two got a bath and the weather was finally
cooperating. I’d found a spray nozzle out back and went to work.
“Romeo! Get over here! Stop it.” The more I chased, the faster
he ran, tongue hanging to out, tearing up the lawn because this was the best game ever! Then Juliet got in the mix, barking
loudly, and it all went to hell. Romeo suddenly hit the brakes and shook,
sending suds flying everywhere––and me screaming when some hit me in the face.
“What’s going on here?” an amused man inquired. Behind me, Scott
was grinning. Taking off his ball cap, he adjusted his hair and slammed it back
on.
“They smell like cow shit is what’s going on,” was the obvious
reply.
I wiped my brow with the back of my wrist and watched Scott’s
gaze track up and down my body, taking his time to thoroughly evaluate my wet
t-shirt covered in dying suds, my hair falling into my face, and my bare legs
shoved into my Hunter boots. He was so distracted that he missed Romeo coming
at him like a heat-seeking missile. Before he knew what hit him, Scott was on
his back, lying spread eagle on the ground.
Oh sweet, sweet vengeance. I still missed my orange ASICS.
I doubled over in laughter while he blinked, trying to ascertain
what the heck had just happened to him. Stepping over him with my legs straddling
his body, I bent to get a better look and tipped his ball cap off his head.
“You okay there, Sweet Nuts?”
Next thing I know, I’m lying on top of him. Eyes hooded and
aimed at my mouth, he murmured, “Better now, Sunshine.”
We kissed and touched and got covered in mud. He stood, and with
pure muscular power, took me with him. We peeled clothed off even though it was
only March and still a little nippy out. Grabbing the spray nozzle, he hit me
in the chest with the cold water. The look of pure shock on my face…
“Oh, you’re gonna get it now.”
He chuckled darkly. “And I’ll happily take it. This is better
than a Girls Gone Wild video.”
I snatched the hose out of his hands and aimed for the jewels,
but he turned in time to save “future generations of Blackstones.” His exact
words. I was also labeled a “genocidal maniac,” for my actions. Which was a bit
extreme, if you ask me.
After we’d rinsed the mud off, he wrapped his warmth around me,
chased away the chill, and kissed me as he backed me up to the side of the
house. His restless hands moving over me possessively, with the authority and
conviction of a man who knew all my secrets and still wanted me.
About
P. Dangelico:
P.
Dangelico loves romance in all forms, cuddly creatures (four legged and two),
really bloody sexy pulp, the NY Jets (although she’s reconsidering after this
season), and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best
thinking shoveling horse crap). What she’s not enamored with is referring to
herself in the third person and social media so don’t expect her to get on
Twitter anytime soon. Oh, and although she was born in Italy, she’s been Jersey
Strong since she turned six.
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