From New York Times Bestseller, Kendall Ryan, comes a sexy new standalone novel.
My tempting, and very alpha friend Sterling Quinn is someone I consider off-limits.
It's not just that we're friends, he's also cocky, confident, and British, which means he's a walking aphrodisiac.
But lately he's been giving me the look. You know the one. When he thinks I'm not paying attention, and his gaze lingers for too long.
And then we start working together, and that's when the sexual tension between us gets so thick, I want to hack through it with a machete. I want to make all these deep feelings I've harbored for him disappear, because there's no way this can end well.
The lines between business and pleasure become irrevocably blurred, and I'm stuck between a rock, and Sterling's very, very hard place.
Rather than keep a level head about our growing attraction, Sterling wants to go all in, showing me just how explosive we can be together.
But I've been around long enough to know that this British bad boy is more than my heart can handle. I'm not about to be cast aside like yesterday's underwear when he's done having fun.
Sterling’s never been told no, and he's not about to put his ego aside and play by my rules. But I never thought he'd fight so dirty.
4 Stars
Lisa Kane
We met Camryn Palmer and Sterling Quinn in Noah and Olivia's series, Hitched. (Imperfect Deal) Spencer is a sexy Brit who has no intentions on settling down. He just may have been interested in Cam when they hung out while trying to help Noah get Olivia back, but he also knows that Cam is one of those girls. You know the ones who are looking for the right guy to marry, have kids, settle down.
Yes, I fancied Camryn ever since I first met her years ago. She's classy and smart and a little hard-nosed, as any good New York businesswoman is. But I've made my peace that since I never got off my arse and made a move on her, that ship has sailed. It's done.
Sterling thinks he's got it all figured out-he makes great money from practicing law and has women throwing their panties at his feet.
I'm Sterling Fucking Quinn, successful attorney, one of New York City's most sought-after bachelors, and in addition to a rather nice appendage, knicker melt when I open my mouth. I grew up in England, and my British accent is like lube. It makes girls wet instantly.
So when he finds out he is the heir to his late great-grandfather Duncan Quinn's fortune he's knocked off his feet. Fifty million dollars-and all he has to do to claim it-take a bride within 6 months.
That's where Camryn comes in-Olivia has assigned her to take on the task of helping Sterling find a wife. Piece of cake right? No need to worry that their chemistry just might muddy the quest for the perfect bride. Nope. No worries here.
Sterling has responsibilities that most are unaware of, and as much as he doesn't want to marry anyone, that money can go a long way in ensuring he can keep on taking care of things. Working alongside Cam is no hardship either. But he has his reasons for not being a big fan of commitment and history has taught him well.
I hear all the stories of infidelity, and even worse are the stories of those who just grew apart. There are no guarantees when it comes to love. Sure, we all try our best, but it's a fucking crap shoot.
Of course lines are crossed. (this wouldn't be a hot love story if things stayed platonic between them!) There are misunderstandings and scheming ex's and assertive gold diggers. So much drama. So much fun!
"I never expected to want this. But I do."
Yes, I fancied Camryn ever since I first met her years ago. She's classy and smart and a little hard-nosed, as any good New York businesswoman is. But I've made my peace that since I never got off my arse and made a move on her, that ship has sailed. It's done.
Sterling thinks he's got it all figured out-he makes great money from practicing law and has women throwing their panties at his feet.
I'm Sterling Fucking Quinn, successful attorney, one of New York City's most sought-after bachelors, and in addition to a rather nice appendage, knicker melt when I open my mouth. I grew up in England, and my British accent is like lube. It makes girls wet instantly.
So when he finds out he is the heir to his late great-grandfather Duncan Quinn's fortune he's knocked off his feet. Fifty million dollars-and all he has to do to claim it-take a bride within 6 months.
That's where Camryn comes in-Olivia has assigned her to take on the task of helping Sterling find a wife. Piece of cake right? No need to worry that their chemistry just might muddy the quest for the perfect bride. Nope. No worries here.
Sterling has responsibilities that most are unaware of, and as much as he doesn't want to marry anyone, that money can go a long way in ensuring he can keep on taking care of things. Working alongside Cam is no hardship either. But he has his reasons for not being a big fan of commitment and history has taught him well.
I hear all the stories of infidelity, and even worse are the stories of those who just grew apart. There are no guarantees when it comes to love. Sure, we all try our best, but it's a fucking crap shoot.
Of course lines are crossed. (this wouldn't be a hot love story if things stayed platonic between them!) There are misunderstandings and scheming ex's and assertive gold diggers. So much drama. So much fun!
"I never expected to want this. But I do."
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I twist the doorknob, and finding it unlocked, let myself inside.
Sterling’s place is compact, but modern and classy. It suits him. After a quick glance around the living space, I spot him on the balcony outside, just beyond the glass doors at the far end of the living room. He’s facing away from me, his hands gripping the railing, his head bowed.
My smile from moments ago is gone. Seeing him like this—looking distraught—brings the reality of our situation crashing back.
Sterling suddenly turns and we lock eyes. A thousand emotions are revealed in his eyes, but mostly there’s anger. There’s also a sadness in his gaze that I’ve never seen. It’s haunting.
I swallow a lump in my throat, wondering what’s going on.
“Sterling?” I ask, slowly approaching the balcony.
It’s beautiful—plush pillows and twinkling lights, and a chilled bottle of white wine all nestled together in a romantic picnic for two.
He lets out a heavy sigh and runs one hand through his hair.
“This is beautiful,” I say since he hasn’t spoken, hasn’t even moved from the spot where he’s rooted, and his stony silence is killing me. “Are you okay?”
“Just fine,” he says curtly, his gaze looking past me.
He doesn’t seem fine. He seems off. Why go through all the effort if he’s just going to act sullen and withdrawn?
And what could have possibly changed in the twenty-four hours since we last spoke on the phone? He seemed so excited—like he hadn’t a care in the world. Now it seems he doesn’t want me here.
“If this is a bad time, if tonight doesn’t work . . .” I trail off, my voice suddenly shaky.
“The meal’s already prepared.” He brushes past me, headed toward the kitchen.
Unsure what to do, I follow behind him.
He’s acting like an asshole, and I suddenly feel so stupid for getting all done up tonight. I’m not going to stand around and embarrass myself by begging for his attention.
“You know what? Never mind. This was a bad idea, anyway. I’ll see myself out.” I turn and head for the front door, anger and rejection dueling inside me.
It takes all of three seconds before Sterling’s long strides catch him up to me by the door. His grip around my wrist stops me. “Wait.”
I turn and face him. I’m halfway between wanting to flee and staying to hear his explanation.
He releases a heavy exhale. “I received a phone call just before you arrived.”
With him so near, the combination of his clean soap and his spicy cologne intoxicates me. Memories of our intimate dinner rush back. But apparently tonight is not meant to be a repeat. Waiting to see what he’ll say next, I inhale and hold my breath.
When he doesn’t continue, I ask, “Is everything okay?”
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