sexta-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2018

Valentine's Day Promo: Pretend It’s Love by Stefanie London



Pretend It’s Love by Stefanie London




About the book

One fake relationship shaken not stirred…

Bar manager Paul Chapman is sick of his family’s traditional ideals. Marriage, babies, and a white picket fence? Not his gig. But now that his ‘golden child’ big brother is tying the knot, Paul’s screwed. His ex will be there…and she’s having his cousin’s baby. Unless he wants to show up to the wedding alone and face his family’s scrutiny, he needs a girl on his arm. Now.

Cocktail specialist Libby Harris has spent her life earning the nickname Little Miss Perfect, all to win the love of her wealthy, controlling father. But she deviated from his plan, and now her business is on shaky ground. If it fails, she might as well kiss his respect-and her dream-good-bye. Her only hope? Convince the hottest bar in town to take on her product.

Luckily for her, the owner’s brother is sexy as sin and in need of a perfect girlfriend…

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EXCERPT

“I don’t want anything to mess this up; we’ve got a good thing going here.” She shrugged. “I’m making headway with Des and, if I can get my products into First, I’ll have the proof of success all these other restaurants want. We’ll get your mixology idea off the ground, and I’ll do my bit by playing happy girlfriend at the wedding. We both walk away friends. No pain, no mess.”
“Sex doesn’t have to change that.”
“What if you fall in love with me?” she teased.
“You’re sexy as hell and smart to boot, but there ain’t no chance of that, Tiger.”
He couldn’t fall in love with her, no way, no how. Ambitious, well-to-do girls like Libby—and Sadie—wouldn’t go the distance with him. They were always hungry for the next thing—they wanted more. And he couldn’t give it to them. But what he could give them was the best damn
sex of their lives.
A strange sensation twinged in his gut. This was exactly what had led him into an endless string of women warming his bed, and he was supposed to be done with that. So why did Libby make him feel like it wasn’t the empty kind of encounter he’d grown to hate?
She nodded, splaying her fingers flat against his chest. “Good.”
“Is that a yes?”
“I don’t believe you actually asked me a question.”
He picked her up and set her on the edge of the kitchen bench, nudging her legs open so he could stand between them. The stretchy material of her polka dot skirt rode higher up over her thighs, revealing a flash of hot pink satin.
“I asked you to stay the night.”
She waggled a finger at him. “You told me to stay.”
“You want me to beg, Tiger?” He pressed his lips to the hollow at the base of her neck, his teeth scraping at her skin. “Not gonna happen. If anyone’s going to beg, it’ll be you.”
Her head lolled back. “I don’t beg.”
“Oh you will.” He kissed farther down, his hands deftly popping the buttons on her blouse. “I won’t let you come until you beg shamelessly, incoherently. I’ll hold you right on the edge until you say my name like it’s the only word you know.”
Her whole body trembled as his lips made it to the edge of her bra. Hot pink satin outlined with yellow lace, colourful and bold just like her. Hard nipples pressed against the fabric, drawing his eye and then his mouth. He tugged the cup down until he could taste all of her.
“Is that a yes?”
She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. “You still haven’t asked me.”
“May I fuck you into oblivion?”
She laughed, her finger threading into his hair and yanking his face up. “Well, when you put it like that…”
“Say it.”
“Yes, Paul.” She brought her mouth to his in a hot open-mouthed kiss that set his whole body alight. “Yes.”


About the author

Growing up, Stefanie came from a family of women who loved to read. Her favourite activity was going shopping with her Nan during school holidays, where she would sit on the floor of the bookstore with her little sister and painstakingly select the books to spend her allowance on. Thus, it was no surprise Stefanie was the sort of student who would read her English books before the semester started. After sneaking several literature subjects into her 'very practical' Business degree, she got a job in Communications. When writing emails and newsletters didn't fulfil her creative urges, she turned to fiction and was finally able to write the stories that kept her mind busy at night. Now she lives in Melbourne with her very own hero and enough books to sink a ship. She frequently indulges in her passions for good coffee, French perfume, high heels and zombie movies. At night she writes sexy, contemporary romance stories and tries not to spend too much time shopping online and watching baby animal videos on YouTube.







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