He’ll make her a bet she can’t refuse…
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Meet the Couple
Marcus Black & Lily McIntire
💛 Co-lead designers at Cameron Designs who’ve spent two years competing for every account
💛 A tequila-fueled dare: one night alone in Willow Mansion on Friday the 13th…
💛 His plan: scare her out of the house…and into his arms
Perfect for readers who love:
– Workplace enemies-to-lovers romance
– A cocky hero and a heroine who won’t back down
– Flirty, steamy, banter-driven heat
– A dare, a dark mansion, and forced proximity
The Story
A sexy standalone romance…
Lily McIntire is alone in the creepiest mansion in town, at night, all because she couldn’t back down from a dare issued by her cocky, infuriatingly hot coworker, Marcus Black. She’ll be damned before she gives him the satisfaction of winning.
What Lily doesn’t know is that Marcus has wanted her for ages. The plan is simple: scare her out of the house and into his arms. But scaring her turns to protecting her, and protecting her turns to seducing her—and that’s when the plan starts working a little too well…
Mini Excerpt 👻
Then she dug an idea out of the part of her brain not marinating in Jose Cuervo. “Hawaii.”
His aim slipped, sending the white ball into the corner pocket. He straightened, his smile vanishing as if dry-erased from his face. “I won that trip fair and square.”
“That’s debatable.”
Joanie and Clive had intended the trip as a second honeymoon, until Clive learned he’d be at a work-related conference that weekend. The Camerons put their trip on the line as a reward to the designer who won the most accounts in two months. Both fierce competitors, Lily and Marcus had been neck and neck the entire time…until Marcus won by one account.
She crossed her arms and refocused on her goal.
“What’s the matter?” she teased, baiting him. “Too scared to put Hawaii on the line? Afraid you might lose?”
That shouldn’t have worked. It was immature and childish… But his jaw had ticked in challenge, and she’d found herself tamping down the smile dying to produce itself on her face. Simply say the word “scared” to Marcus Black and he’d break his neck trying to prove he wasn’t.
“You’d have to stay the entire night,” he said.
Ha! She had him. “Done.”
“Alone.”
“Done.”
“This Friday,” he added. “The thirteenth.”
She’d swallowed with an audible gulp, but managed, “D-Done.”