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Simply Sophisticated Publishing
Genre: Contemporary/Western
Series: Prentiss - Book 3
Format: E-Book
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Drake throws HC for a loop, but he’s going to
teach the aggravating man he is everything HC needs…
HC Wagner
has clashed with Drake—the foreman for MGR Ranch—
right from their very first meeting. HC enjoys
flirting with—and teasing—the stuffy cowboy. It’s
just too bad Drake is so damn sexy…and straight. But
when Drake becomes exceptionally friendly and rather
openly inviting, HC is scared as to what this might
mean, sending him on a trail of discovery to find
out exactly who the real Drake Finley is.
Meanwhile Drake is fascinated by the conundrum that
is HC Wagner—the smart mouthed, tattooed,
Harley-riding chef. He enjoys surprising the man who
seems so set on aggravating him. One kiss to shut HC
up starts the beginnings of one rollercoaster ride
he never thought he would find himself on. After
Drake has a taste of the stubborn chef, he finds
himself with an unquenchable desire to teach him
that not only do opposites attract, they can
thrive…as long as they work on it together. |
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Excerpt |
Warning: This excerpt contains adult content. 18 and
over only, please. |
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“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
It sounded like a warning and made HC pause and stare
at Drake. His expression changed from teasing to the
usual unfathomable calm that drove HC crazy.
“What’s wrong with you?” He moved closer and sniffed
him. “You don’t smell like alcohol.” He grabbed the
sides of Drake’s face and studied his green eyes.
“Your eyes don’t seem glazed.” He studied the rest of
his face. “There’s something different about you. I
don’t like it. Where’s the Drake Finley I’ve come to
enjoy loathing?”
“Lying is another bad trait.” Drake placed his hands
over HC’s against his face. “We both know that loathe
is far from what you feel for me.”
HC’s eyes widened and he jerked away. Drake caught his
hands, before moving his grip up to his forearms to
keep him in place—HC paused at the firmness. HC knew
he could break free, but it would probably take a
blow, which he figured Drake would return, to get
himself loose. That would make his brothers, dad and
Morgan mad and cause a whole lot of issues.
“Let me go,” HC said in a low tone.
He held on to his temper. The way Drake was acting was
throwing him off-kilter. HC didn’t like it at all. He
was the one who was used to unsettling people. He was
damn good at it and enjoyed it too.
“For now.” Drake slid his hands down his arms.
HC went very still, not letting the shiver overcome
him as Drake’s calloused fingers made his skin break
out in goosebumps. Drake’s smile widened. The
arrogance made HC grit his teeth. Drake finally
removed his touch and HC breathed out. |
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Copyright ©
Talia Carmichael, 2019.
All Rights Reserved. |
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