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“Learn my last name,” he said, entirely departing from what he’d talked to himself about the entire way there. “There’s no woman in this world I find more beautiful than you, Raina Daniels, and I’ve tried looking. Everywhere.”
She looked away.
“You remembered me, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Maybe.” She shrugged. “You look different without a head soaked in red wine.”
“Or you want me as much as I want you.”
“Please don’t tell me you came all the way here to see me."
“I walked out on a date at the possibility of seeing you,” he explained. “You’re so breathtaking, even when I want you to shut your mouth for a second.”
Her gaze snapped back to his. “Shut my what, now?”
“You prefer I kiss you with it open?” He tugged her toward him, needing only one hand to command her body on account of their size difference—and because Raina hadn’t put up much resistance. ���As I said, it’s Saraci. S-A-R-A-C-I. Learn to say it and learn to spell it. It’ll be yours one day…and so will I.”
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When what happened in Vegas...didn't.
Raina Daniels and Lucas Saraci are sworn enemies.
Warring dragons from rival factions.
The Montagues and Capulets of the modern world...kind of.
To Raina, Lucas is a handsome egotistical maniac with green eyes and fangs she swears exist but hasn’t been able to prove. To Lucas, Raina is a beautiful, intelligent, maddening breath of fresh air who, in one presentation, reinvigorates what was becoming a medical career far removed from what he originally intended for it to be.
Yet, for two people who can’t stand to be around one another, they can’t seem to stop wanting to be around each other. So, when they find themselves at another conference, this time in Las Vegas, they try something different.
They try being nice.
They try getting along.
They try thinking that a few drinks, a high-stakes poker game, and a private hotel suite won’t lead to anything except maybe a few lost dollars or seconds of dignity.
Until they wake up in bed together wearing matching rings with no recollection of the night before...sort of.
Genre: Romance
She looked away.
“You remembered me, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Maybe.” She shrugged. “You look different without a head soaked in red wine.”
“Or you want me as much as I want you.”
“Please don’t tell me you came all the way here to see me."
“I walked out on a date at the possibility of seeing you,” he explained. “You’re so breathtaking, even when I want you to shut your mouth for a second.”
Her gaze snapped back to his. “Shut my what, now?”
“You prefer I kiss you with it open?” He tugged her toward him, needing only one hand to command her body on account of their size difference—and because Raina hadn’t put up much resistance. ���As I said, it’s Saraci. S-A-R-A-C-I. Learn to say it and learn to spell it. It’ll be yours one day…and so will I.”
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From K. Alex Walker, author of the bestselling Angels and Assassins and International Mafia Series, comes a new fun, sexy, STANDALONE contemporary romance.
When what happened in Vegas...didn't.
Raina Daniels and Lucas Saraci are sworn enemies.
Warring dragons from rival factions.
The Montagues and Capulets of the modern world...kind of.
To Raina, Lucas is a handsome egotistical maniac with green eyes and fangs she swears exist but hasn’t been able to prove. To Lucas, Raina is a beautiful, intelligent, maddening breath of fresh air who, in one presentation, reinvigorates what was becoming a medical career far removed from what he originally intended for it to be.
Yet, for two people who can’t stand to be around one another, they can’t seem to stop wanting to be around each other. So, when they find themselves at another conference, this time in Las Vegas, they try something different.
They try being nice.
They try getting along.
They try thinking that a few drinks, a high-stakes poker game, and a private hotel suite won’t lead to anything except maybe a few lost dollars or seconds of dignity.
Until they wake up in bed together wearing matching rings with no recollection of the night before...sort of.
Genre: Romance
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