Duke
has always made it clear she’s not his type.
Yet the simmering tension between them says otherwise….
Yet the simmering tension between them says otherwise….
TO THE STUDS
Bound by Design #1
Roxanne Smith
Releasing Feb 21, 2017
Lyrical Shine
No one says
no to fiery but talented home designer Neve Harper—which is how she convinces
her elusive neighbor, Duke Kennicot, to help out with her latest renovation
job. Not only is Duke a design aficionado, he’s got the inside scoop on the
cabin’s owner. And since Neve’s ulterior motive is a romance with the boss,
Duke is her ideal wingman. Except from the moment they’re alone in the remote
Ozark mountain location, Neve discovers Duke is just as headstrong—and a whole
lot sexier—than she ever realized. Duke has always made it clear she’s not his
type. Yet the simmering tension between them says otherwise….
Duke had been warned to steer clear of hot-tempered Neve, but his resolve is lessening with every heated exchange—and every smoldering touch. By the time Neve unearths a dangerous, age-old mystery buried on the property, Duke is ready to do just about anything to keep the brazen beauty safe….
Duke had been warned to steer clear of hot-tempered Neve, but his resolve is lessening with every heated exchange—and every smoldering touch. By the time Neve unearths a dangerous, age-old mystery buried on the property, Duke is ready to do just about anything to keep the brazen beauty safe….
Duke waited
until Angel Face shuffled into the elevator before rapping his knuckles across
Neve’s door. He avoided men around Neve at all costs. Being gay was harder than
he’d thought it would be. Was Angel Face superhot? Should he make a smutty
comment or smile coyly at his butt as he walked past?
I need gay
lessons. Hell of a thing to come to terms with, especially after two years of
pulling it off.
Pajama-clad
and curled into a ball on her ultrachic sofa, a beige monstrosity set square in
the center of the high-ceilinged room atop a thick white rug, Neve didn’t pause
in shoving yogurt-covered pretzels down her gullet to bother with a greeting.
The scenery didn’t differ—sofa, pajamas, snacks, bad television—but she seemed
more subdued than usual.
He sat next
to her and snatched the remote from the coffee table. “Just because you
renovate and design for a living doesn’t mean there aren’t channels besides
HGTV. Why can’t I live next door to a chef? Or a chiropractor. Someone useful.”
“I’m
assuming it’s because you were a real asshole in a previous life.”
“Can we
watch Survivor, maybe try a movie once in a while?” He swept a lock of his hair
over his shoulder and grinned as Neve rolled her eyes.
She’d never
hidden her envious love of his hair. “Do you do that on purpose? Play with your
hair and wear tight black jeans and T-shirts to torture straight females?” She
turned her attention to the flipping channels on the television. “Because I
would.”
“Really? If
you were a hot lesbian, you’d deliberately entice straight men? That’s brutal.”
“That’s me.
Brutal.” Normally, she made proclamations like that with a little more pride.
Duke chewed
his lip and looked her over. She had her glossy, coffeecolored hair pulled into
a rakish bun on the top of her head, wore her favorite plush robe over plaid
pajamas, and one hand steadily ferried pretzels from the bag to her face.
Pretzel
crumbs and all, he’d still get hard if he stared too long. Neve joked about
converting him, but if she ever made an honest effort, he wouldn’t hesitate to
wrap her killer legs around his waist like a bow, wind a lock of her silken
hair through his fist, and make good on every vulgar fantasy he’d concocted
over the last two years.
Duke
shifted to find a more comfortable position in his awkwardly tight jeans, jeans
growing tighter with each vivid image popping into his cranium—Neve on her back
with her hair fanned out like a dark halo, Neve’s haughty mouth humbled by a
moan of ecstasy, his palms on the inside of her thighs, spreading— Jesus
Christ, man. I need to get laid.
A Florida native, Roxanne
Smith has called everywhere from Houston to Cheyenne home. Currently
residing in Roswell, New Mexico, she’s an avid reader of every genre, a cat
lover, pit bull advocate, and semi-geek. She loves video games, Doctor
Who, and her dashing husband. Her two kids are the light of her life and
provide ample material for her writing.
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