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Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
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Piper:
I’m living my best life. I have my dream job, my best friends, and my spoiled little kitty, Romeo. What more could a girl want?
Okay. I’m not going to lie. I’m a little jealous when my best friend finds the love of her life, but I’m happy with my life just the way it is.
Until I meet Dillon Evans. One look at the smoking hot businessman, and my heart is toast. Too bad, the big jerk makes it clear he doesn’t feel the same way.
Now, I’m stuck fighting my feelings for Mr. Tall, Blond, and Conceited while my friends find love.
Lucky me.
Dillon Evans:
Never say never.
I always thought my heart was safely enclosed in an impenetrable shell. Love just wasn’t in the cards for me.
Until a curvy little spitfire roars into my life and turns things upside down. One look at Piper and I’m a goner. Before I know it, she owns me hook, line, and sinker. There’s only one problem. My independent dream girl is dead set against relationships.
When she suggests we have a strictly physical, secret liaison, I agree. After all, Piper is necessary for my survival so I’ll take her any way I can get her.
That doesn’t mean I’m giving up on happily ever after with my soulmate. I’ll just have to find a way to make her fall head over heels in love with me.
How hard can that be?
Looking for over-the-top heroes falling hard for their curvy women? Loni promises cute, quick insta-love romance with a touch of humor and an abundance of steam.
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I’m racing through the magazine lobby, trying to make it to my meeting on time, when I notice Wild Templeton talking to the hottest man I’ve ever seen. My heart flips over in my chest while my girly bits wake up. Swallowing, I let my eyes roam all over his powerful body. He’s freaking tall, at least six and a half feet of pure muscle. I always thought I was the “tall, dark, and handsome,” type of girl but, evidently, “tall, blond, and drop-dead gorgeous,” really pops my cork.
“The last thing I need is to end up like a pussy-whipped moron like you.” His deep voice wraps around me as his words penetrate my mind. My hackles rise, putting a damper on the lust roaring through my blood. This jerk thinks he’s God’s gift to the female sex. “I plan to enjoy my single existence forever.”
“Famous last words, my friend.” Wild scoffs as the two men notice me for the first time. “Piper.” My best friend’s fiancé smiles at me. “I want you to meet my business partner and sometimes friend, Dillon Evans. Dillon, meet Piper Morris, Jenna’s best friend.”
“Sometimes friend, my ass,” the hot jerk mumbles under his breath. “You know you love me.” He turns his laser stare toward me, and I feel my lady bits tingling. Woah there, ladies. The last thing I need right now is to tangle with Mr. Tall, Blond, Conceited, and Unavailable. “Nice to meet you, Piper.” When he holds out his hand, I reach out to shake it before I’m able to think better of it.
Our palms touch and electricity shoots through every single nerve in my body. Oh, man. I’m in so much trouble. Crazy feelings flow through my soul while my realistic side reminds me that this man is way the heck off limits.
“You, too,” I automatically mumble, the politeness my mother drilled into my mind every day of my childhood kicking in. Needing to get away before I lose my heart and mind, I blurt out, “I don’t mean to be rude, but I have to hurry if I’m going to make it to my meeting.”
Not giving either man a chance to respond, I rush off and jump in the first empty elevator. Shew. That was close.
I stop outside the conference room door and fan myself, attempting to bring my raging hormones under control. Pasting a smile on my face, I open the door and step into the freaking empty room. I glance at the clock and see I’m actually five minutes early. Yay me.
Luckily, the weekly staff meeting goes by quickly without too much input from me since my mind is still reeling. Meeting Wild’s best friend definitely threw me off my game. Big time.
I end up spending the rest of the afternoon hiding out from my best friend and boss, hoping to avoid another run-in with her fiancé’s best friend. I’m almost home free when Jenna pushes open my office door. “Hey, Wild told me you met Dillon.”
“I did. He seems nice enough.” Jenna has been hinting at fixing me up with Dillon ever since she and Wild started dating. I have no idea how to tell my friend that there’s little chance of that happening.
“Nice enough to jump his bones?” My friend wiggles her eyebrows, and I can’t help but laugh at the silly expression on her face.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I lie. “He isn’t the man for me.” Another whopper, but I’m already too far in to turn around. “And I really want to concentrate on my career before I deal with a man in my life.” That’s the biggest lie of all. I’m insanely jealous of my friend.
“Oh.” Disappointment flashes through my friend’s bright blue eyes before she squares her shoulders. “Don’t worry. Mr. Right is out there. You just have to stop staying home reading books every weekend and head out to find him.”
“I like my life the way it is,” I insist. “My books don’t ever disappoint me, and I don’t need a man to complicate my already busy life.”
Busy life might be stretching things a little. Unless you take into consideration my crazy kitty, Romeo, and my nutty family.
“Please stop messing around and fuck me already,” Piper growls adorably, and I can’t deny her anything. As I kiss my way down her luscious curves, I fight hard to hold the words expressing how much I really love her behind my lips. Fighting to control my pussy-whipped thoughts, I concentrate on blowing my girl’s mind.
“Be patient,” I grumble against her silky skin before closing my teeth gently over the spot under her left tit that always drives her wild. A full-body shiver runs through her curvy frame, causing her thigh to brush against my rock-hard cock.
She grabs the back of my head and tugs my head as I lick my way around her belly button. “I’m about to kick your rear end.” I don’t doubt she could do it. My little spitfire fears no one.