Perfect Catch(81)
“You do.” She turned in his arms to get a better look at his face as he spoke.
“And I asked my realtor—”
“You have a realtor?” Her pulse was pounding so hard she could barely hear herself speak over the sound of it in her ears.
“Sure. And he says my place in Georgia would make a really nice rental property.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning when I buy a condo in Florida to live closer to you guys in the off-season, my place in Georgia will still be making me money.”
Alice was speechless. Of course they’d hinted at the idea of her and Liv maybe living closer to him, or him considering a change of scenery, but nothing had been set in stone. She’d been worried his lack of solid ideas on the topic meant his mind wasn’t totally set. Now she was so excited she worried she might throw up on him.
“What do you think?” he asked, when her silence pushed into awkward territory.
“I think that is an awful lot of thinking for you.”
“I know. I’m exhausted.”
“Then it’s a good thing you don’t have far to go to get home.”
Alex grinned and kissed her, his lips salty from the ocean air. “I’m already there.”
About the Author
Sierra Dean is a reformed historian. She was born and raised in the Canadian prairies and is allowed annual exit visas in order to continue her quest of steadily conquering the world one city at a time. Making the best of the cold Canadian winters, Sierra indulges in her less global interests: drinking too much tea and writing urban fantasy.
Ever since she was a young girl she has loved the idea of the supernatural coexisting with the mundane. As an adult, however, the idea evolved from the notion of fairies in flower beds, to imagining that the rugged-looking guy at the garage might secretly be a werewolf. She has used her overactive imagination to create her own version of the world, where vampire, werewolves, fairies, gods and monsters all walk among us, and she’ll continue to travel as much as possible until she finds it for real.
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Grave Secret
Secret Unleashed
Boys of Summer
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A porn star and a bookseller walk into the same BDSM hotel room suite…
Chasing Kings
© 2013 Sierra Dean
Samantha Hart wishes things would stop happening in Vegas when a case of mistaken identity lands her in the Hard Rock’s racy Provocateur suite—an S&M wet dream that’s occupied by an honest-to-God porn star. Ethan Silver’s reputation should put her off, but his naughty charm and wicked-sweet smile have her agreeing to a night on the town. Then wishing for a night in, as well.
Ethan knew the instant he stepped through the door that this wasn’t the Samantha Hart he was almost desperate to see. Yet he can’t help it. He wants to ease the blushing bookseller out of her shell and show her a good time…and not just in the bedroom.
As a hot night on the Strip turns into a hotter night at the hotel, Ethan begins to prove there’s a good guy under his bad-boy façade. There’s a loan shark hot on his tail, though, and only Sam can help keep his movie-star face intact. But telling her the truth could cost him something he needs more than money. Her love.
Warning: Contains a bad boy porn star with all the right moves, a good girl who wants to go bad, and one wild week in Vegas.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Chasing Kings:
Ethan was leaning against one of the big white railings on the bridge, peering over the edge. When Sam came up next to him, she followed his gaze to the water below. The faux canal had the blue-green water she’d only seen in pictures of Fiji or Lake Tahoe, and a half-dozen gondolas were lined up, their striped poles bobbing with the swaying influence of the wind.
The sole working gondolier pushed a smiling couple through the canal and under the bridge she and Ethan were standing on.
“Pretty cool, isn’t it?”
She didn’t want to admit it, especially not so soon, but he was right. Seeing an Italian gondolier sweep someone away on a romantic boat ride right in the middle of a kitschy tourist city was pretty nifty. Maybe she hadn’t given Vegas a fair shake.