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Revenge can be sweet…and oh so sexy.

Lena Richards’s whirlwind vacation to Europe with a friend is a welcome chance to shake her pre-wedding jitters—until she learns her high-school sweetheart is cheating on her, Hawaiian-style. Figuring all’s fair, she indulges in a fling of her own with a sexy New Yorker she meets in Amsterdam whose kiss blows her mind—and the lid off her hormones.

Tyler Bentz is wary that the petite bombshell, who only a short time ago insisted their one kiss must never happen again, has done a complete 180. His questions only make it clear she’s interested in probing of the sexual kind. Who is he to turn her down?

As they burn their way across Europe, something shifts, and it’s not just the earth moving with their exploding passion. Lena begins to realize what it really means to fall in love. And Tyler finds himself tumbling hard and fast.

Reality catches up with them in Paris, leaving Tyler to wonder if Lena’s really the one, or if he’s nothing more to her than a pawn in her game of revenge.

Product Warnings
Americans misbehaving in Europe. An attraction more potent than any drug Amsterdam has to offer. A fling that breaks all the rules. And the creative, sensual use of Chinese takeout.


Lena stared at him, her gaze boring into his. For a moment she could have sworn she heard the music to “Let’s Get It On” in her head.

She’d done it. She was actually here in Tyler’s hotel room. And, damn, he looked good. Even though he wore a fluffy hotel robe, she could see the hard muscles of his chest and smattering of hair.

“Lena?” He straightened up a bit, and his brows drew together. “Hang on. You don’t look so good. Are you okay? Why don’t you come in?”

She stepped through the door and past him, but didn’t trust herself to speak. She kept her back to him and went outside on the balcony, taking a moment to look down at the city below. The air hit cold against her lungs, but she didn’t mind too much.

“Answer me. What’s wrong?” He came up behind her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

His touch ignited her already simmering desire for him. If she didn’t do this now, she’d chicken out. She took a deep breath and spun around, grabbing his robe and jerking him to her.

“Easy—” He broke off when she grabbed his head and stood on her tiptoes, pulling his mouth down to hers.

Her tongue plowed between his lips and came up against his. His body went rigid, and for a moment she wondered if he’d push her away. Then his hands settled against her waist, and he backed her up against the guardrail.

She stroked her tongue over his, pulling open his robe and running her fingers through his chest hair.

He gave an approving laugh and pulled his mouth away from hers. Lena groaned as his lips settled against the wild pulse in the curve of her neck.

Keep the control. If he takes control, you’ll be emotionally vulnerable.

She squirmed away and pushed him back from her, moving forward so he had no choice but to back up into the room.

“I’m sorry.” He frowned. “If this is moving too fast for you—”

When the back of his knees encountered the bed, she tackled him, knocking him backward onto the mattress. She reached out a hand and slid it into his boxers, wrapping it around a—oh my—pretty damn big erection.

Tyler’s eyes closed, and his loud groan sent a tremble of excitement through her. Keith had never given such an intense reaction to her touch.

“Hang on, Lena.” He shook his head as he held her away from him, giving her a suspicious glance. “This morning you were pretty adamant that we shouldn’t even have kissed. Now… What’s going on?”

Lena froze, and heat flooded her cheeks. “What’s going on? I would think it’s pretty obvious—”

“Well, yeah, it is.” He moved away from her. “But I just don’t want you to rush into anything you’re going to regret.”

Nearly two feet of space separated them now, and his gaze roamed over her, but she saw wariness in his eyes as well.

“Lena, I like you. Enough that I don’t want to feel like an asshole in the morning for taking advantage of you. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Argh. Could he make this fling thing any more complex?

“I’ll be blunt. I am trying to seduce you here. I am a woman who is blatantly throwing herself at you. There shouldn’t even be an issue. So are you going to sleep with me, or do I have to find someone else who will?”

He blinked. “Are you drunk?”

Oh for the love of… “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” All the doubts came rushing back. Bad idea, Lena. You should have known it from the start.

“You know, forget it. I wanted you and had the crazy notion you wouldn’t mind getting me into bed, but apparently I was wrong.”

She’d almost made it to the door when he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around.

“Oh, I want you all right,” he said, his voice low and thick. He lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist. “I just had to make sure you knew what you were doing.”

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Shelli Stevens
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Leah Braemel

Welcome to another Snippet Saturday. Today’s theme is Talk, Talk. Enjoy my excerpt and then blog hop to the other blogs listed below.

A is for Alpha series (book 1)

Indulge your fantasies with these steamy, contemporary romances about sexy, billionaire alpha males, and the women who capture their hearts.

His price is her innocence…

Holly Winchester is desperate. With her brother facing theft charges and a potential prison sentence in a foreign country, she seeks help from the one man she knows can give it. But will the ruthless, billionaire sheikh who once broke her heart be able to forget and forgive their painful past?

Two years ago, Sheikh Rafiq Al Hakimi allowed a beautiful foreigner not only into his country, but nearly his heart. It was all too easy, falling for the one woman who didn’t fear him or his scars. Until he discovered her intentions were as shallow as the modeling world she thrived in.

Now Holly’s returned to his country, begging for his help. He’s willing to give her brother his freedom—if Holly gives up hers by agreeing to become his mistress…

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“Will you just stop this?” she cried, losing any ability to stay civil. “You forced me to stay here at your palace last night in pretense that you’d consider my brother’s case, but you never had any intention of letting him go. Did you?”

Rafiq leaned back in his chair, watching her through narrowed eyes.

Holly closed her eyes briefly, instantly regretting her outburst. Stupid! She’d made it this far, only to scream at him like a fishwife the moment they sat down for breakfast.

“Your brother is guilty.”

The world around her spun out of focus at his flat declaration. A clammy cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck and she forced herself to suck in a needed breath. Her hands shook at the image of her brother locked in a prison in this intimidating, foreign land for ten years. “You condemn him as judge and jury without a trial.”

“I have seen the footage. He was as discreet as a three-year-old stealing from a cookie jar.” Rafiq leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “And it’s not the first time he’s done this, is it, habiba? Your brother has also stolen money from you in the past, countless times.”

“He’s changed,” she whispered. How could Rafiq possibly have known about Andrew stealing from her? “He promised me.”

“I understand why you would like to think as much, but the evidence says otherwise.”

Bile rose in her throat. She believed him. She didn’t want to, but oh God, she did. “So you intend to lock him up? For how many years? He’s all I have, Rafiq.” She didn’t care that she’d dropped his respected title. What would he do? Call in his servants to scold her again? Throw her in prison next to her brother? Let them!

Tears blurred her vision as she plunged on. “He kept me from going into foster care after our parents were killed. He gave up everything and quit school to raise me. Please, you can’t throw away his life like this.”

“I would think twice before trying to place the blame on me.” His words snapped like a whip through the empty dining hall, his stare glacial. “You’ve protected him for too long, Holly. When will it end? He’s a grown man who lives the life of a spoiled boy.”

“You’ve known all along you wouldn’t help him.” She thrust back her chair and stood. “I don’t even know why I let myself think you’d help. You’d probably rather face a firing squad than help me. I’ll go to the American embassy. I’ll—”

“No one would dare challenge my decision.”

Her heart pinched with helplessness and the despondency that flowed through her blood thickened until it consumed her. “Then why did you do this?” Tears burned behind her eyes. “Why toy with me and keep me here last night?”

“It’s simple, habiba. Because I want you.”

Holly’s heart slammed into her ribcage. He still wanted her? For a moment she didn’t believe it, refused to believe it.

Until she stared long enough into Rafiq’s eyes to see the smoldering heat and desire.

It was so potent it sent a rush of warmth through her body and quickened her blood.

“What are you saying?”

Rafiq stood and approached her, or rather, stalked her like a lion with his prey. Holly just barely resisted the urge to turn heel and run, and then it was too late as he stood in front of her, blocking her exit.

Every harsh and beautiful feature on his face came into focus, especially the thick scar that began barely an inch away from his captivating dark eyes. “I will release your brother under one condition.”

She knew. Even before he could say it, she knew. Her head jerked from side to side in denial, but her gaze was riveted to his lips as named his price.

“You will agree to stay in Raljahar as my mistress.”

Her knees nearly gave out and she gripped the back of the chair, closing her eyes. She’d come so close to losing her heart once, it was ludicrous to consider putting herself at risk again. Especially after the way he’d ended things, the way he’d humiliated her.

How dare he think she could be bought? That she would essentially trade herself for her brother’s freedom? Never would she agree to such degrading terms.

Never, ever would she let him hurt her again.

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Welcome to another Snippet Saturday. Today’s theme is Fireworks. Enjoy my excerpt and then blog hop to the other blogs listed below.

When lingerie heiress Brandy Summer gets cold feet and runs out on her Vegas wedding, she has nowhere to turn—so she hijacks a hunky biker waiting for a red light and begs him for help. What she doesn’t know is that her instincts are right: the groom has a hidden agenda. He needs her money to pay off his gambling debts and she’s his ticket to the good life.

Marco Vargas isn’t sure what he’s getting himself into when he rescues Brandy, but figures he’ll do the chivalrous thing. He offers her a job in his bar and the chance to sort out her feelings. But it seems that keeping Brandy hidden is easier than keeping his hands off her—and what will happen when Brandy discovers that Marco has secrets of his own?

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Brandy looked up at him and her lips parted on a silent oh. And then, suddenly, she did look like she was going to cry. Fuck. He’d just had to remind her of the luggage.

“My luggage,” she said with a tiny sniff, and she blinked rapidly a few times. “I’ll be fine. We—I’ll figure out something.”

“We’ll figure something out.” Had he just made a commitment to her?

But he couldn’t leave her like this. Not yet. Even though he’d rather break any single bone in his body than deal with a weepy woman, he wouldn’t be able to look at himself in the mirror if he left her now.

He’d get through the evening—somehow—and then send her on her way. Wherever that was. The bottom line was she wasn’t his responsibility and he would be stupid to make her so.

Brandy’s blue eyes connected with his, and he could see the faint sheen of tears across them. Damn. His hardened resolve melted a bit at the sight of her quivering lips.

Who was she? Besides some uptight teacher.

Her phone began to ring in her purse and she pulled it out and then turned it off with jerky movements.

The doors to the elevator opened and they stepped out, making their way through the casino. The sound of slot machines was deafening and the floor appeared packed. Marco, in a hurry to get them out of the hotel, grabbed her hand and weaved them through the Friday night crowd.

Soon they were back out on the Strip. The sun had set, but the lights were so bright that darkness never really fell in Vegas.

“Where do you want to go?” Marco asked as they stood at the crosswalk.

“I don’t know.” Her eyes lit up. “Do you live around here?”

Shit, she wanted to go home with him? No. No way. “Henderson.”

“Oh. That’s not too far.” When he didn’t say anything, she looked away chewing on her lip. “You don’t have to stay with me. I can book a room somewhere and figure things out.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Marco steered her out of the path of a bunch of drunken men crossing the street in the opposite direction.

“No. I don’t want you to leave. But I can’t expect you to stay.”

She turned to face him once they were on the sidewalk again. He saw the spark of interest in her eyes and then she stared at his lips. He watched her swallow hard. Her tongue dart out to wet her lush mouth.

He bit back a groan and his jaw hardened. You don’t want to kiss me, sweetheart.

She had no idea what she was asking. But faced with the naked vulnerability in her eyes and obvious interest, something shifted inside him. Some of the hardness melted around his resolve, and before he could stop himself he reached out to stroke his thumb down the side of her cheek.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His thumb moved to rub across her bottom lip, which parted on a sigh. That mouth. God, if she didn’t have the mouth and those legs…she’d be some freak mutant, you idiot.

Don’t do it. Kissing her will just complicate things. Don’t even go there…

“Ah, shit.” He lowered his head toward hers.

For some reason, it seemed perfectly natural for Brandy to lean forward into Marco’s kiss. The smell of leather and spice enveloped her senses, just before his arms wrapped around her body.

His mouth closed over hers, firm and confident. It was a hard kiss, nothing hesitant about it. Definitely not the kind she was used to getting from Gordon.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips and a shiver raced down her spine. With a deft move, he slipped inside her mouth and she grabbed onto his T-shirt to keep her balance as the world around them spun.

His tongue rasped against hers. He tasted faintly of beer and all kinds of sin.

Pressing his body harder against her, he moved his hands down her waist to grab her ass. Brandy gasped at the contact and he used it to his advantage, stroking his tongue deeper.

Heat speared down her belly, between her legs and she curved her body closer to his, wanting so much more.

He pulled back suddenly and she tightened her grip on his T-shirt to keep from falling forward. Dazed, but not so far out of it that she didn’t notice the hard muscles under her fingers.

She groaned. This was insanity. Pure insanity. Or just lust. That was a pretty plausible explanation too.

“We should go somewhere.”

Perfect, let’s get a room. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but then she swallowed them.

This was all too crazy, too sudden. She should be grieving or at least a little confused about the whole Gordon situation.

But Gordon was the last darn thing on her mind. Instead all she could think about was that erotic kiss she’d just shared with a perfect stranger. The thing was, she knew why she’d kissed him—he oozed sex and danger. He was attractive.

The question was why had he kissed her? She was nothing like the models she’d grown up envying.

She raised her gaze to his and noticed he looked a little uneasy about what had just passed between them.

“Why did you kiss me?” she blurted, the passion bubble starting to deflate. God. Why had she even asked that? But since she had…“Men like you don’t kiss women like me.”

He shook his head and looked away. “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”

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