Excerpt
“Bentley!” Brock barked and shook
his head.
“What?” Bentley shrugged then
smoothly walked over to Jane and pulled out a box of black high-heeled pumps in
a size eight and a half. “Your foot, milady?”
Brock rolled his eyes. “Give it a
rest, Bentley. She can put on her own damn shoes.”
Bentley completely ignored him. “I
love a woman’s foot.” He grabbed Jane’s broken shoe and tossed it to the side
while his hands danced along the arch of her foot. His fingertips danced along
her skin. Seduction by foot rub? That was new.
“It’s sexy, the arch.” He leaned
over her, his lips parting just enough to give her the impression he was
thinking about kissing her. “The curve of a woman’s foot reminds me of her
body…see? Sexy.” He slid the shoe on a very terrified looking Jane and stood.
“Perfect fit.”
Jane’s mouth opened then closed as
a rosy flush crept over her face. “Th-thank you.”
“I bought you my favorite brand.”
Her eyebrows arched. How did he
know about Manolo Blahnik? “Oh.” And then she nodded and said loudly, “Ohhhh!
That makes sense!”
Bentley’s eyes narrowed. “Me
buying women’s shoes?”
“You wearing them,” she explained.
“That’s great. I mean, good for you. I’m sorry I’m so awkward at things like
this, but it’s good you’re…you know…” She bobbed her head and sputtered. “Out
and…comfortable with it.”
“Out?” Bentley repeated. “I’m
confused.”
“Of the closet,” she said slowly
then saw the scowl on Bentley’s face. “Or maybe you just like to dress like a
woman?” She straightened her shoulders and tried again. “In either case,
congratulations on your choice to wear women’s clothing!”
Brock about died laughing as
Bentley’s horrified expression went from stunned to genuine confusion.
“You heard her.” Brock held his
laughter in check. “Congratulations, brother. I’ll take care of the press
release: Bachelor Playboy Bentley Wellington and his private women’s shoe
collection.”
Bentley let out a strangled laugh.
“Yes, and while we’re at it why don’t we remind the press that the clock is
ticking on that auction of yours? Hmm?”
“Auction?” Jane asked.
“Don’t.” Brock shook his head.
“You don’t want to know.”
“But she probably already does.”
Bentley pointed out. “Unless she doesn’t read the news…?”
They both stared at her, waiting
for an answer.
“I, uh…” She ducked her head,
blushing again. “I read books.”
“How pure.” Bentley smiled and sat
down next to her. “And just so we’re clear.” He leaned in as though he was
going to kiss her. “My bat only swings one way…and I can assure you, every time
I get thrown a pitch, I hit it out of the park.”
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Blurb
Jane
isn't entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough
start, but didn't she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after?
Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her
cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. Until a party and a
broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes---or at least, a certain
deliciously hunky billionaire---maybe do exist.
Except
Brock Wellington isn't anyone's dream guy. Hell, a prince would never agree to
be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant
jerk---even if it was just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction
chopping block, he figures it's karmic retribution that he's tempted by a sexy,
sassy woman he can't have. But while they can't have a fairy-tale ending, maybe
they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . .
About the
Author:
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street
Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances.
When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and
plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable
son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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