Meet MK:
MK Meredith writes single title contemporary romance promising an emotional ride on heated sheets. She believes the best route to success is to never stop learning.Her lifelong love affair with peanut butter continues. Only two things come close in the battle for her affections: gorgeous heels and maybe Gerard Butler…or was it David Gandy? Who is she kidding? Her true loves are her husband and two children who have survived her SEA’s (spontaneous explosions of affection) and live to tell the tale. The Meredith’s live in the D.C. area with their two large fur babies…until the next adventure calls.
He’ll play dirty to protect his assets—but falling for the competition was never the plan.
International tycoon Drago De Luca has the world at his feet and he knows it. But back home in Italy, his beloved grandmother’s family inn is on the verge of closing down for good, thanks to hotshot American heiress, Chase Huntington, and her new hotel. Drago has to protect Nonna’s inn, even if it means getting close enough to Chase to convince her she needs to leave. But the more time he spends with Chase, the more he’s drawn to her passion, her love of his culture, and the way she looks in those Louis Vuitton heels.
Chase Huntington would give anything to enjoy her time with charming, sexy-as-hell Drago in the style capital of the world, but she has to make sure the new Huntington hotel opens successfully. How else can she prove she’s not just fashionista with a fortune—she’s an heiress savvy enough to take over the family’s biggest hotel back in California? But somewhere between boutiques and business plans, she falls head over Louboutins for Drago. But when Drago’s true motive for spending so much time with her comes to light, it could destroy everything Chase built and everything she thought she found in Italy.
Excerpt:
“You’re stunning.”
She smiled, dropping her eyes. “So are you.” Reaching for him, she closed her hot, wet hands around him, and it was all he could do not to take her right there against the wall. His body fought to break the tethers he’d applied.
She tortured him. “I want you.”
Pulling in deep breaths through the humid little world they’d created in the shower wasn’t easy, and neither was talking. “I want you, too. But—”
She raised her hands. “But what?”
His smile was slow. And his movements slower. Turning her toward the spray, he positioned the cloth high at her shoulder and dragged it down her back in long, firm strokes. He’d already memorized every dip and valley of her body in her room, and again on the plane. So this moment wasn’t so much about learning as it was about loving.
No. Not loving.
He squeezed his eyes closed.
Hell no.
Love was about as useful as a criminal accountant. He rubbed the cloth along her collarbone, pulling her back against his chest. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth opened, water droplets gathering, then dripping from her upper lip. He couldn’t tear his gaze from the sight. Adding more lather to the cloth, he encouraged her to lift a leg to the bench, then rubbed from her toes to the inside of her thigh. The higher he went, the slower he went, moving in deep, firm circles. His other hand trailed along her hamstring to the sensitive skin behind her knee. Her breath hitched, but he found her eyes closed and her head dropped back.
His whole body tightened painfully. This was a test of his self-control. If he could have this moment, give this moment to her, it would prove that he was still in charge. Still able to walk away and be walked away from—regardless of his memories, of his denial.
And while he was testing his own limitations, he’d imprint himself on her in a way she’d never forget, make her miss him as much as he surely would her once she was gone.
When she went back to the States, she’d think of him at least as often as he’d think of her—or at least every time she took a shower.
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