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Hot Sexy Desire by Nadia Lee
Title: Hot Sexy Desire
Author: Nadia Lee
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 13, 2018
Blurb
A hot new contemporary romance standalone from the New York Times and
USA Today Bestselling author Nadia Lee!
KRISTEN
Hot. Sexy. Desirable.
Three words Antoine swore he'd never associate with me. It isn't easy falling for your older brother's best friend, especially when he's a sexy as hell, hard-headed, over-protective alpha male. Unfortunately, he still treats me like the little sister he never had.
When a topless picture of me hits the front page of a tabloid site, I get a whole crop of stalkers and weirdos. The only man I know who can keep me safe is Antoine Boucher. This time I won't make it easy for him though.
Sexy lingerie--check.
Accidental power outage--check.
Seductive candles--check.
Robe that accidentally opens for a peep show...
ANTOINE
Hot. Sexy. Desirable.
Three words I should never associate with Kristen...but I do. It's wrong, of course. Not only is she my best friend's baby sister, but I'm not exactly the kind of guy who takes girls home to meet my mother. Just ask my exes.
My mom, however, would be ecstatic if I brought home a girl. Especially since my eccentric grandfather came up with this crazy scheme to get me to marry and produce an heir in order to inherit his billion dollar fortune. Mom is nagging me to go for it, but no thanks. I don't need Grandpa's money. I have plenty of my own.
When a freak breaks into Kristen's apartment--nude--I know what I have to do.
Watch over Kristen 24/7.
Keep my hands to myself.
Make sure my meddling mom never learns about the situation.
Piece of cake, right?
KRISTEN
Hot. Sexy. Desirable.
Three words Antoine swore he'd never associate with me. It isn't easy falling for your older brother's best friend, especially when he's a sexy as hell, hard-headed, over-protective alpha male. Unfortunately, he still treats me like the little sister he never had.
When a topless picture of me hits the front page of a tabloid site, I get a whole crop of stalkers and weirdos. The only man I know who can keep me safe is Antoine Boucher. This time I won't make it easy for him though.
Sexy lingerie--check.
Accidental power outage--check.
Seductive candles--check.
Robe that accidentally opens for a peep show...
ANTOINE
Hot. Sexy. Desirable.
Three words I should never associate with Kristen...but I do. It's wrong, of course. Not only is she my best friend's baby sister, but I'm not exactly the kind of guy who takes girls home to meet my mother. Just ask my exes.
My mom, however, would be ecstatic if I brought home a girl. Especially since my eccentric grandfather came up with this crazy scheme to get me to marry and produce an heir in order to inherit his billion dollar fortune. Mom is nagging me to go for it, but no thanks. I don't need Grandpa's money. I have plenty of my own.
When a freak breaks into Kristen's apartment--nude--I know what I have to do.
Watch over Kristen 24/7.
Keep my hands to myself.
Make sure my meddling mom never learns about the situation.
Piece of cake, right?
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Excerpt
I absorb
the scene around me, feeling like an observer looking in from far away. It
seems crazy I’m in the center of this…insanity. My small apartment buzzes with
activity. Four cops fill the living room and bedroom. The pervert is face-down
on the living room floor, wrists cuffed tight. He’s bleeding from a gash on his
forehead and from his mouth and nose, staining the carpet.
Pink roses
are scattered on the floor. They’re from my brother’s wedding ceremony. Ming
Ming told me I should take them because they’d be good for about a week and do
wonders for my home. Well, they’re toast now. Somehow the vase survived the
head smashing. Guess the human head isn’t as hard as I thought.
I dropped the vase as soon as it hit him, ready to kick the guy the way—and in
the place—he deserved. I’ve been taking self-defense courses since my
kidnapping scare, and I wasn’t going to be a victim.
Except
Antoine, appearing out of nowhere, pushed me behind him and took care of the
beating up himself.
The cop who
looks the nicest and most understanding out of the bunch took my statement
already, and now I’m waiting for them to be done with Antoine. From time to
time, they steal a glance in my direction. I feel my shoulders rising. They’re
probably judging me. A topless girl flashing an underage boy. She probably
asked for this…
After what
feels like an eternity, I’m allowed to leave, along with my purse, laptop bag
and a carry-on case with toiletries and a change of clothes and shoes. Antoine
and a couple of officers escort me out.
There’s a
swarm of paparazzi outside. “Fucking vultures,” Antoine says.
“Don’t
worry. We’ve got guys to run interference for you,” the nice cop says from
behind us. Officer Brady, I remember now. Mr. Understanding. He looks
all-American wholesome, with golden hair and sky-blue eyes, smile lines fanning
from the corners.
Sure
enough, there are officers pushing a sizable crowd of paparazzi away from me
and Antoine as we make our way to the SUV. Antoine shields me as he helps me
inside the car, and he moves quickly getting in. Then he honks once and starts
moving the vehicle with more speed and menace than I expected.
The
paparazzi part. They can probably sense Antoine is very willing to mow them all
down if they don’t get out of the way.
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