Even the Score by Kate Meader ~EXCERPT~
Publication Date: July 21, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Synopsis: He’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse…
Actress Tess McKenzie is performing in the Tenth Circle of Showbiz Hell—dinner theater. All she really wants is to start a theater of her own. Then Tess receives an offer she can’t refuse. She’ll get her funding…if she pretends to be the fiancée to her nemesis, Texan property tycoon Hunter Dade. If she’s going to pull this off, she’ll need all the luck she can get.Break a leg, indeed.
On the verge of a big business deal, Hunter needs to hire a fiancée. He hasn’t quite forgiven Tess for ruining his wedding, but when their chemistry goes from combative to straight-up lust, the “no sex” clause in their mutually beneficial arrangement is tested. Which is a serious problem, because if Tess isn’t careful, she’ll go from breaking a leg to breaking her heart…
About Kate Meader
Originally from Ireland, Kate cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Mills & Boon thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she’s there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.
A flash of temper ignited in
her eyes, but she scooted over all the same and put a hand on his bicep. Even
with the barrier of his shirt, her touch sizzled. Tentatively, she inclined her
head, leaned in. Breathed deep. With a mild press of her lips, she brushed lightly
across his unyielding mouth, and sat back.
His pulse spiked and his blood
roared, the kiss no less arousing for its chasteness. If that was Tess when she
wasn’t trying, he couldn’t wait for when she made the effort.
“Hell, I’m not your brother. Do
it properly.”
There was that flash of anger
again, and his cock stirred in response. Taking her would be a pleasure. Making
her beg as he fucked her tight, curvy body would be the ultimate prize. Patience
was key, though. She had to want him bad. Need what only he could give her. He
fought to keep his beast leashed, the victory so sweet he could taste it.
She moved in again. This time,
she tugged gently on his lower lip and…laid one on him, moving her mouth over
his, working his lips until he had to bite back a moan. Drawing back, she
swallowed, eyes blinking with apprehension. “Well?”
He cocked a brow, gave a
desultory sniff.
A riot of fire flagged her
cheeks. “You’re not helping,” she grated.
“Hey, simmer down.” He regarded
her speculatively. “You know how sometimes you see a movie and you just know
Actor X and Actress Y were likely going at it like rabbits
between takes in the trailer?”
“Yes?” Tentative hope sounded
in that itsy-bitsy word.
“I guess that’s not us,” he
said, battling a smile. “We’ve got no chemistry.”
That set her off. She bolted to
a stand and started to pace, though the coffee table didn’t really give her
much space. Nevertheless, she was stunning, all fire and spirit and hip-swaying
power. He’d never had as much fun as when he was fighting with Tess. Which was
incredibly arousing and strangely disturbing.
Eyes wide in a hurricane of
passion, she stopped, fisted her hands at her hips, and gritted out whatever
words her mouth was having trouble forming.
“Get. Out.”
Huh?
It took a lot to surprise him,
and Tess McKenzie had just managed to pull off the nearly impossible. Seemed
he’d underestimated her fury threshold.
“Now, Tess, honey—”
She jabbed a finger of shut-it in his direction. “You come in here, with your Texas
squinting and your ice-cream fuckery and your amazing foot rubs. You won’t even
have it out about what happened last year, like a—like a regular person. Instead, you demand my help and then expect me to
audition like this is a 1950s casting couch. Frankly, Hunter Dade, I’m all
assholed out tonight. Fuck your job offer and fuck you!
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