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Contemporary Romance
Stand Alone
Designed by Letitia Hasser of RBA Designs
Take a card.
Owe him a favor.
I promise, you'll regret it.
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Blurb:
It’s
official.
I, Ainsley
James, am crazy.
Desperate
and crazy.
It’s the
only explanation as to why I’m nauseous, standing outside Maverick Lexington’s
door.
I mean, it’s
possible the stories about his deck of playing cards—with the words IOU
scrawled across the back—are just rumors of the ruthless quid pro quo deals he
barters.
But the
flutters in my stomach know better.
Maverick is
as cold as they come.
But, I need
one of those cards.
I NEED to
owe Maverick Lexington a favor…
Whatever the
terms, I’m willing to pay.
Because, at
this point, I have nothing left to lose.
EXCERPT:
I step back just as the door swings open with force, and a rock
hard body fills up the empty space. My gaze starts at the top, noting the firm
grip he has on the molding. The muscles strain against his taut skin, flexing
as he leans forward, cocking his head to the side. His face—
Oh shit.
This is bad—really, really bad.
“Oh no.”
His scowl curves up into a lazy grin.
“Waitress,” he purrs. His voice has this melody of a luring song—
one meant to pull you in and destroy your heart in a matter of seconds.
It doesn’t affect me, though.
“Dick at table forty-three, the princess who needed his steak
warmed.”
Slap me with a stupid sticker because I have lost my damn mind.
Why in the hell did I just say that? Yes, he was the rude-ass who insisted I
warm up his food, and yes, he’s the one I dumped said food on, but that was
yesterday, and I have moved on. Hopefully, so has he.
“Dick, huh?” He drops one of his massive arms and rubs a spot just
above—ah damn, his nipple is pierced. Not to mention the whole right side of
his ribs are covered in a massive tribal tattoo. Even on his left, a smaller
tattoo wraps from his back and ends on his stomach, teasing me to gaze
longingly at the ridiculous set of six-pack abs between them.
Why is life not fair?
I drag in a deep breath and try to let any animosity of yesterday
go. “Can we start over?”
That lazy grin of his falls in an instant. “No.”
No. Okay. Well, that’s not good.
Sighing, I watch as his body goes rigid, and his arm goes back to
the top of the door frame, blocking any view behind him. His icy blue eyes
stare back at me unyielding and hard, not the same guy that grinned when he
first saw me. “I’m sorry about last night.” Hopefully, my sincerity will soften
him.
“What can I do for you?”
Okay, so we’re going with a hard no on being softened.
With no hint of emotion, other than the apparent tone of boredom,
one can surmise that Maverick will not be bought with sweetness and apologies.
I’m going with plan B, which I’m making up as I go.
“Are you Maverick?” I could have said that a little stronger and
without the slight tremor.
He drops his hands and reaches into his back pocket, producing a
handful of playing cards. Oh no. I’m not prepared for it to get real this fast.
What if those two idiots in class were right? What if I’m never the same after
this?
“How much is it worth to you?” He drawls, producing a marker.
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About the Author:
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing
journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping.
Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the
bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander
in Briefs. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less
traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing
is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite
is, and always will be, baseball. She's such a fan, that she even married her
small town's high school's centerfielder where they still live with their three
badass kids.
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