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…
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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