He's an expert at breaking the rules…
BETTING THE BAD BOY
Behind the Bar #3
Stefanie London
Releasing May 8th, 2017
Entangled Lovestruck
Self-confessed
perfectionist Paige Thomas isn’t used to failing. But when a critical error in
romantic judgment sends all her big city career dreams crashing down, she
scrambles to find a job—any job—to make ends meet.
Noah
Reid may as well have “trust issues” tattooed on his forehead. Being raised in
the foster system didn’t give him a positive outlook on relationships, but now
he’s looking after his best friend’s bar for one month, and he can’t do it
alone.
Things
get steamy when Noah hires Paige, but she’s determined not to repeat her
mistakes and she bets Noah that she can keep her hands to herself while they’re
working together. Too bad for her, Noah is an expert at breaking the
rules…
She held
the blindfold while trying to ignore the flutter of excitement in her stomach.
Her fingers toyed with the elasticated band meant to hold the mask in place.
“Both
partners are going to get a turn at being blindfolded,” Libby said from the
front of the room. “Between yourselves, pick who’s going to go first.”
Noah looked
down at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He ran a hand along his
jaw, catching the reddish-gold bristles of his burgeoning beard. For a moment,
Paige was totally captured with the idea of how the bristles might feel on her
skin. Would they be smooth or rough? Would she shriek if he brushed them along
her inner thigh?
“What do
you say, new girl?” He cocked his head. “Would you rather do the blindfolding
or be blindfolded?”
At that
point she would have been happy to go all in— blindfolded, tied up, and held
down.
Holy
crap, would you listen to yourself? This is a work function, not a goddamn
re-creation of Fifty
Shades.
“Blindfolded,”
she squeaked, thrusting the mask into his hands and spinning so quickly that
she almost lost her footing.
“You know,
I’ve never done this before.” His hand steadied her, the reassuring warmth of
his touch seeping into her skin. Her bones felt like jelly.
“Blindfolded
someone?” she asked, cringing at how shaky her voice sounded.
“Ah, no. I
meant the taste test.” He chuckled as he slipped the mask over her eyes.
Heat rushed
up to Paige’s cheeks. Of course he meant the taste test. What an idiot
she was. Just because her brain was earning an R-rating tonight didn’t mean his
was, too. She fought back a tremor as he brushed some loose hairs from her neck
so he could adjust the strap on the mask.
Everything
went dark, and Paige gripped the edge of the table for support.
Warm breath
whispered over her ear, and she could tell he’d leaned in a little closer. The
scent of coffee and faded cologne tempted her to turn her head toward the
source.
“I’ve
definitely blindfolded someone before, but it wasn’t for a taste test.”
Her
breath hitched, and she was grateful that she’d had the presence of mind to
hold on to something.
“Oh.”
He
chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what she said.”
Holy.
Freaking. Shit.
Stefanie
London is the
USA Today bestselling author of over
ten contemporary romances with humour, heat and heart. Growing up, Stefanie
came from a family of women who loved to read. Thus, it was no surprise
Stefanie was the sort of student who would read her English books before the
semester started. After sneaking several literature subjects into her ‘very
practical’ Business degree, she got a job in Communications. When writing
emails and newsletters didn’t fulfil her creative urges, she turned to fiction
and was finally able to write the stories that kept her mind busy at night.
Originally
from Australia, she now lives in Toronto with her very own hero and is
currently in the process of doing her best to travel the world. She frequently
indulges in her passions for good coffee, lipstick, romance novels and zombie
movies.
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