Jennifer Chance’s Rule Breakers series turns up the heat as a
wealthy playboy and a beautiful con artist engage in a high-stakes game of
seduction.
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As dominating in business as he is in bed, Rand
Sterling Winston, IV, always gets what he wants. And even before he realizes
that she’s scammed him into paying triple the cost for her friend’s painting,
he wants Dani Michaels. To catch her alone, Rand demands she personally deliver
his purchase. The attraction between them is immediate and electric, and he
knows she feels it, too. So when the part-time petty thief rebuffs his
advances, he gives her a choice: a night in jail or an evening with him.
Despite her checkered past, Dani has never met
someone like Rand: brooding, intense, and oh-so tempting. Only a man with a
broken soul could make losing control feel this dangerous. Still, when Rand
proposes a no-strings, no-holds-barred affair, Dani’s more than a little
intrigued. It’ll be the trickiest con she's ever run and a chance to indulge
her steamiest fantasies—nothing more. But as their encounters grow increasingly
intimate, Dani uncovers a vulnerable side to Rand’s steely exterior . . . and
opens her heart to the ultimate risk.
Also in the Rule Breaker series: Rock It (Book #1), Fake It (Book #2), and Want
It (Book #3)
by Jennifer Chance!
Jennifer Chance is the
award-winning author of the new adult Rule Breakers series. A lover of books,
romance, and happily-ever-afters, she lives and writes in Ohio.
You can find her online at
www.JenniferChance.com, on Facebook at www.facebook.com/authorJenniferChance
and on Twitter at @Jenn_Chance.
Excerpt:
“I really must be going.” Dani turned, offering a
smile. She had a clear run at the door, and she gestured to the painting. “I
hope you enjoy it.”
“Let me get you a receipt.”
“That’s not—”
“I insist.” Rand turned to his desk, swiveling the
notepad around and tearing free a loose sheet. He jotted down a quick note of
thanks, signed and dated it. Dani had followed him to the desk.
“Truly, it isn’t necessary, Mr. Winston,” she said as
he handed it to her. She opened her purse, and he heard the telltale buzz of
her silenced phone. She didn’t even look at it, but the effect it had on her
was instantaneous, her artfully easy manner now going tight as a drum.
“Necessary,” he mused, and something in his voice made
her glance up sharply. The shiver of control it took for her not to step back
from him was obvious, but Rand wasn’t about to let her get away a second time.
“And do you always do only what is necessary?”
“Saves time, she said again. But her eyes were on his
lips, and he felt the attraction between them like a living thing. He lifted a
hand, and while her body didn’t flinch, her eyes did.
Another surge of emotion blazed through him, this one
hotter, less controlled. He didn’t understand that flinch of hers, the reflex
she could not quite quell. But he knew the reaction wasn’t about him, and he
wanted her to only think of him in
this moment—to have the same intensity of emotion, the same nerves, the same
trepidation, even a little fear. He didn’t mind her fearing him. He expected
it. But the nature of that fear was what intrigued him.
“Ah, fuck it,” Dani said, startling him again. She
stepped into his body, reaching up to draw his head toward hers. “I don’t have
all goddamned night.”
She kissed him, hard, and the spears of desire touched
together at their tips, igniting Rand with need. Still, he didn’t move forward,
just let Dani pull him closer in, sensing that the deepening of the kiss was
something she hadn’t planned for. His hands went naturally to her waist, and
felt large against the curve of her hips, anchoring her almost possessively.
She pulled away—or tried to, her body leaning back even as he kept her still
and tight. Her smile was satisfied against his lips, and understanding lit through
him. She’d won, he realized. By controlling the kiss between them, by taking
the initiative and coming to him, instead of waiting for him to come to her,
she had won.
“Was that what you wanted, Miss Michaels?” he asked,
and he deliberately kept the teasing challenge in his voice.
She drew in a sharp breath, but didn’t take the bait.
“Everything I could have hoped for,” she said, leaning back with a smug grin.
“He lifted his brows. “Did I just experience sexual
harassment?”
Dani’s smile flashed a little more broadly now. “I do
apologize, sir. I was just so swept away.”
“Hmm.” He eyed her. “You didn’t seem terribly swept
away. I must be losing my touch. Perhaps I should try again.”
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