About the Book:

A wedding. A playboy. And a week he’ll make sure she never forgets.

Kinni Corbet is the perfect bridesmaid. She’s efficient and has a to-do list for every occasion. When the bride-to-be adds “relax and have some fun” to Kinni’s schedule, Price Lyons seems to tick all the right boxes. He’s guaranteed fun, and it’s only for one week—what can it hurt?

Playboy hotel owner Price Lyons has wanted to break down Kinni’s walls for years. Her plan to relax for a whole week is the perfect opportunity to get to the one person he’s never been able to charm. And this time, she seems…receptive to his advances. Unexpected, but he’ll take it.

There’s just one problem. Kinni’s allergic to spontaneity, and the only thing predictable about Price is his unpredictably. There’s no way they’ll last beyond the week, and Kinni’s going to make sure of it…

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Excerpt:

The fiddle-heavy song faded to a slow and haunting tune. Not letting go of her hand, he pulled her toward the brick patio, where guests were already gathering. “Let’s dance.” She was resistant for the first couple of steps, but then allowed him draw her the few yards to the impromptu dance floor. Once there he turned to her. Challenging him to say no was a declaration of war, a battle she’d no doubt use her razor-sharp strategic skills to win. The next week could either be a whole lot of fun or turn very ugly. He was determined to make it fun, which meant keeping the upper hand.

He slipped one arm around her waist and gripped her right hand with his left. With slow anticipation, he coaxed her closer. Still at a proper arm’s length, she stopped but didn’t look at him, instead staring over his shoulder. They rocked to the slow beat of the song, the notes of a lone flute and the fairy lights above tingeing the competitive mood with an alluring sensuality. He stepped toward her, closing the distance and drawing her against his body. Maybe he should have been more surprised that she molded so perfectly, but he wasn’t. He was finding that a lot of things about Kinni fit him. She gasped, her head snapping toward him. “That’s a little close, don’t you think?” “No.” She glowered at him, but he smiled back. “What? I’m just doing what you asked, saying no.” He folded their joined hands against his chest and slipped his knee between her legs, tightening his hold on her waist. Yeah, they fit perfectly together, and he couldn’t help wonder how good they would be at making love. “You have amazing eyes. There’s tiny flecks of gold near the center, but your iris gets darker toward the outer edge.” Though her scowl softened, she glanced away from him again. “They’re brown. That’s all.” She was either ultra literal, which was entirely possible, or not comfortable receiving compliments. Maybe she hadn’t gotten many. Not letting go of her hand, he lifted his and brushed a strand of raven hair away from her eye. “They not just brown. They’re the color of the richest caramel and milk chocolate.” As if resisting the pull of his words, she slowly turned her head, her gaze tracking a second behind, and then stared at him. “That’s a terrible description.” From the way she whispered, he could tell it wasn’t a terrible description at all. “Okay, well then, has anybody told you you’re beautiful?” “Only my parents, which doesn’t count, because they have to say that.” “Oh, I don’t know.” He jerked his head toward the living room. “You heard my dad say what an ugly mug I had.” She chuckled, her face brightening and making his heart skip a beat. “I mean…” He swallowed hard. “He never told me I was good-looking.” “No, but I’m sure the hordes of females I’ve seen you with through the years definitely have. Women go crazy for that boy-band look.” He stopped dancing, leaning back a few inches. “I do not look like I belong in a boy band.” “So the facial hair that changes shape every season and the highlights are simply current fashion.” “First off,” he said, dragging her against him and starting to dance again, “I don’t get my hair highlighted. It’s natural.” She snorted with what he took as disbelief. “From my diving trip to Belize.” He glared at her, but the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth knocked the bluster out of him. She was teasing him, which was way better than her being angry. “And as for the facial hair, a lot of women like it.” When she rolled her eyes, he couldn’t resist proving his point. He bent and nuzzled her neck, gently scraping his close-cut beard against her skin. In an attempt to resist, she scrunched her shoulders and clamped her chin against her chest, pushing at him. Giggles tinkled from her, which was the sweetest sound he’d heard for a long time.

The scent of jasmine lifted from her skin and mingled with the clean scent of her hair, inciting a hum of appreciation, or maybe it was a moan of pleasure. Swamped with a lot of unexpected sensations, his playful mood evaporated. The desire to pull the clip from her hair, letting it spill free, and run his tongue along her neck where the warm pulse of her heart beat egged him on. He nestled again and opened his mouth to gently scrape his teeth across her neck. Her struggling and laughter faded. The cadence of her breathing slowed as her shoulders relaxed and her head lolled to the side, allowing him access. The hand she’d placed on his shoulder snaked around his neck while she shifted closer. Holding her felt right, maybe too right considering they were at his parents’ house. Unable to resist, he drew his tongue along the contour of her neck until it encountered her earlobe. Using his teeth, he nipped her ear. “See, you like it, too,” he whispered, lifting his head to capture her gaze. “Don’t you?” Her lips parted, her breath coming in tiny pants.

Meet Boone:

Boone's stories range from high fantasy to contemporary romance.

Having lived all over the world, and finally settling in the icy region of Alaska, she's always looking for the next adventure. It's not unusual to find Boone traversing the remotest parts of the Alaskan bush, gathering information for her stories. No person or escapade is off limits when it comes to weaving real life experiences into her books or blogs.

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