Courting Danger
Author: Kimberly Dean
Publisher: HarperCollins
Pages: 400
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Author: Kimberly Dean
Publisher: HarperCollins
Pages: 400
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Rielle Sands ventured too close to the fire once
and got burned. Now when it comes to men, she’s vowed to play it safe. But then
a dashing, mysterious man shows up at Luxxor Limited after hours, the agency
she manages, needing an escort.
Darien Scott isn’t what he appears to be. Beneath
the sexy smile and wicked charm, he’s hiding secrets. Yet the sizzling
chemistry between him and Rielle is real. He tries to stay away, but his
attraction to her keeps pulling him back. When he discovers that he’s not the
only one haunted by danger, he changes tactics. To protect Rielle, he may need
to stay close. Super close. Exclusive Luxxor contract close.
The reward is more than worth the risk.
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Book Excerpt:
‘Hello? Is
anyone here?’
A low voice
rumbled down the hallway, and her chest tightened. It was a man, but she didn’t
recognise the voice. For a moment, she considered remaining quiet, but she
licked her lips and made herself step forward. She was overreacting. If she
wasn’t, there was an emergency call button hidden under the lip of her desktop.
Security could be here in less than a minute if she needed them.
She returned to
the lobby and scanned the area. Her gaze came to a screeching halt when it
landed on the man who was already looking in her direction.
Oh. Wow.
Her wariness
didn’t decrease, but a different kind of awareness flooded her. ‘Hello?’ she
said huskily.
Somehow he’d
known she was there, yet he seemed taken aback. His weight slowly rocked back
from the balls of his feet, and his eyes narrowed. They were blue eyes.
Startling blue. ‘Good evening.’
She wasn’t
overreacting. The guy had danger written all over him, in that
good-girls-beware sort of way. Tall and strapping, he had closely cropped dark
hair and a rough-and-tumble aura that didn’t go with the tuxedo he was wearing.
That wasn’t to say he didn’t look good. He looked damn good. The combination
was powerful, and it hit her first in her belly and next in her knees.
Sex appeal
oozed from him.
Which, of
course, meant he was here for an escort.
His gaze was
running over her just as alertly as she’d evaluated him, so Rielle quickly put
herself behind her desk. She tucked her barrette behind her phone and fought
the urge to run her fingers through her hair. ‘I’m sorry, but we’re closed.’
He cocked his
head. ‘The door was open.’
And that had
been a mistake.
‘Did you have
an appointment?’ She knew very well he didn’t.
‘No.’ Her
question had been sharp, but his blue gaze didn’t flinch. Instead, the lines of
his face softened, and she had to lock her knees to keep them from melting.
‘But I’m in a bind. I was hoping you could help me out.’
She lifted an
eyebrow. The man might be putting out pheromones by the bucketful, but her
brain was still functioning – admittedly better on some levels than others –
and she’d begun to sense danger of another sort. The entrapment sort.
Luxxor was not a company that took walk-ins. ‘For whom are you looking?’
He walked
closer to the desk, and she instinctively gripped its edge. The way he moved,
all silent and stealthy. The expensive carpeting absorbed the noise most people
made, but the air didn’t even stir at his approach. Her fingers edged closer to
the silent alarm, but she didn’t push it.
Not yet.
‘I’m looking
for Luxxor Limited. I know I’m late, but I need an escort for the evening.’
Her guard
stayed up. She knew they were alone in the office – she was acutely aware of
the fact – but her company’s clients knew better than to go spouting off so
casually about Luxxor’s line of work. They signed nondisclosure agreements to
ensure it. If he was wearing a wire, she wanted to make everything perfectly
clear. ‘You need someone to attend an event with you tonight?’
‘Actually, I
need someone right now.’
She shook her
head. Luxxor went to extremes to satisfy its clients. She’d blush if she
thought about how far some escorts went, but there was no way she could
accommodate his request. The employees they had working tonight already had
their assignments. Even if she did contact someone, the timing was impossible.
And for some
reason, that relieved her. ‘I’m sorry, but we don’t have anyone available on
such short notice, Mr . . . I don’t believe I caught your name.’
‘Because I
didn’t give it.’ He slid his hands into his pockets. The tuxedo looked good on
him, but it was failing badly at taming him. Especially when he winked. ‘Tell
me yours, and I’ll tell you mine.’
About the Author:
When taking the Myers-Briggs personality
test in high school, Kimberly was rated as an INFJ
(Introverted-Intuitive-Feeling-Judging). This result sent her into a panic,
because there were no career paths recommended for the type. Fortunately, it
turned out to be well-suited to a writing career. Since receiving that dismal
outlook, Kimberly has become an award-winning author of romance and
erotica. She has written for seven publishing houses, both domestic and
international, and has recently focused her efforts on the exciting world of
self-publishing. When not writing, she enjoys movies, sports, traveling, music,
and sunshine. In her mind, a beach, some rock ‘n’ roll, and a good book make
for a perfect day.
Her latest book is the contemporary erotic
romance, Courting
Danger.
For
More Information:
- Visit Kimberly Dean’s website.
- Connect with Kimberly on Twitter.
- Find out more about
Kimberly at Goodreads.
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