One Wild Kiss
An unexpected road trip leads to the ultimate fantasy…
“an entertaining and enjoyable read.”
Surely one little weekend with the boss won’t lead to too much trouble…
Operation Get Over Him has just hit a bump in the road…
Breathe in. Breathe out. He’s just a guy. Addison Abrams starts every day at the office reciting that mantra so she can stop obsessing about her beautiful boss, Brannon Knox. But when someone accuses her of liking him in a romantic way, her cover is blown. She’s mortified. Even more mortifying—Brannon kisses her! What’s he trying to prove?
A weekend road trip to Tahoe should be just the thing to get him out of her mind. But when her car breaks down, it’s Brannon to the rescue. Now, she’s driving with him, by his side…and in his bed. Just for the night. Okay, for the weekend. And then they’ll be back to business…right?
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Series Info
Book 2, Kiss and Tell, featuring Brannon Knox & Addison Abrams
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The Kiss and Tell Series
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Excerpt
Congratulations! You’ve just unlocked another Brannon Knox fantasy badge.
Her car’s hood was up, Bran’s upper half hidden under it. His suit jacket was tossed over the front seat of his shiny red sports car, which he’d parked in front of her car and off to the side. A tow truck was on its way, but he’d insisted on having a look himself. Before this moment, she would’ve bet her life savings that Bran didn’t have a clue about cars. Why would he? He was a billionaire. Everything was probably done for him.
But no, of course he knew enough to climb on in and make another of her sexual fantasies about him bloom to life. He pulled this wire and that, checked a dipstick here and twisted a cap there. All while she admired the ropey muscles of his forearms and the way his white shirt stuck to the muscles of his back thanks to a damp pool of sweat.
He cranked something or another, grunting with exertion while she silently lectured her lady parts. Him attempting to resuscitate a vehicle was hands down the sexiest thing she’d ever seen him do. There was no desk hiding his long legs, encased in charcoal trousers and leading up to a spectacular ass. She’d always admired Bran’s backside, and now she could do it without worry of being caught.
She wrenched her eyes from his amazing physique to watch those hands twisting and tightening. The longer hair on top of his head fell over his forehead, sweat trickled down his face as he grimaced with effort. Her gaze wandered south of its own accord as she pictured him exerting himself elsewhere, same sweat, same hair on his forehead, only he’d be over top of her. Or beneath her.
Oh, yes.
“Well.” He emerged from under the hood and she jerked her attention from his butt. “Your radiator’s shot. Probably more than the radiator, but that part I know for sure.” There was an oil streak on his face and his hair was more rumpled than usual.
Sexxxxy.
The meager progress she’d made getting over him had suffered a major setback thanks to this circumstance. Heaven help her.
He dropped the hood with a bang and wiped his hands on what looked like an expensive pocket square. It was paisley—silk, she’d bet. Not to mention the shirt that stretched over his ample chest, covering three-quarters of those capable arms, was ruined as well.
“Your wardrobe is shot. You’ll have to take it out of my paycheck.”
He grinned and she nearly swooned on the side of the freeway. “Sounds like me. Help out a damsel in distress and then dock her pay. What kind of a guy would I be if I let you fend for yourself?
“A practical one?”
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