Single mom and romance novelist Kelly Michaels has no time for a man in her life. But when mega-famous cover model Derek Calavicci puts the moves on her at a romance writers’ conference, she succumbs to temptation. Common sense prevails, however, and after a few passionate kisses she turns him down; she has impressionable teenagers at home, after all, she doesn’t need a one-night-stand with a much younger man, no matter how hot he is. When photos of their passionate moonlight kiss hit the tabloids, her agent has to do some fast footwork to save her reputation. Will the notorious bad boy go along with her scheme?
Derek rarely hears a woman say “no” – it’s been that way his entire life. If Kelly isn’t interested, he’s not going to push her-- even if she does melt like ice cream on a hot sidewalk every time he touches her. But when an unexpected opportunity falls into his lap by way of Kelly’s scheming agent, he jumps at the chance. Pretend he’s in love with Kelly Michaels for two weeks? No problem. After all, the lady may say she’s never going to sleep with him... but he's got two weeks to convince her otherwise.
PRINT ISBN 1-60154-237-2
(360 pages) Hot
"You think I set that up?"
"Yes." She placed a hand to her forehead. Between the kissing, the champagne, and the run through the lobby, she was almost dizzy. "No. I don't know."
The car dinged as it reached her floor, and she moved forward. Derek smacked a hand over the "close door" button.
"You're the one who didn't trust yourself alone with me."
"Trust myself?" She squeezed her purse when she would have rather tightened her hands around his arrogant neck.
"We met there to make you more comfortable, remember?"
"Sweetheart, the sparks were flying from both sides. If we'd been in a room instead of the patio, we'd be in bed right now."
"What did--you self-centered, pompous--I can't even think of a name bad enough to call you!" She slapped his hand away from the elevator button. The doors opened, and she stormed past him, right into a startled Sharon.
"Hey, there you are, Kel."
Ignoring her friend, she turned and faced Derek. "I was wrong to think you could embody the heroes I create. You aren't fit to wear Captain Connery's leather pants!" Turning to Sharon, she said, "You and every other woman on the planet can have him."
Derek shoved his hands in his pockets, bracing the elevator door open with his shoulder. He watched Kelly until she reached her room, wincing as the door closed behind her with a bang that echoed down the empty hallway.
The redhead turned and gave him a wide-eyed look. "What did you do to her?"
"I kissed her." He heaved a sigh. "Things sort of went downhill from there."
She stepped on the elevator and took his arm, giving it a sympathetic pat. "Come on, big guy, lemme buy you a beer."