Millionaire Quinn Randel is a world-class philanthropist and a world-class ass.
He has a perfect life and he doesn't want to muck it up with marriage and kids. And then he meets luscious Kylee Steele; barmaid, single mother and college student. Kylee makes him nervous with just a look and her kisses take him completely out of his comfort zone. Can he stop being a jerk to find love? Will the secret he carries close to his heart keep them apart?
Kylee Steele let her guard down once for love and received a broken heart, but also a beautiful daughter. Things are starting to go right. She's a hard worker with her eye on the prize - a PhD in psychology. Smooth-talking Quinn Randel comes at her with intense bedroom eyes and an attitude that he can have her despite her efforts to shut him down. His relentless pursuit puts her heart,
head and body at odds. She wants him but he's a risk she can't afford. She wants
him but guys like him are not in it for the laugh haul. She wants him...
It was nerve-wracking to be excited over someone whose magnificence was only on the surface. Quinn was arrogant, privileged, a man who had the capacity to make a difference in the world but was too busy to notice anything outside the perimeter of his social circle. He wasn’t worth the brain space to fantasize over. Given that, why was she splitting her focus between his eyes and his mouth? Instinctively, she ran her tongue over her lips. Either wittingly, or unwittingly, Quinn mimicked her.
In an attempt to stop behaving like a love-starved ditz, Kylee swept her attention away from his mouth only to land on
his stylishly cut every-strand-in-place blondish-brown hair. Perfect hair. Of course it was perfect. Everything else was spectacular; it only stood to reason his hair would be too. She had a strong urge to lean across the granite
countertop of the bar and rearrange all that perfection. Even with tufts of hair going every which way, he’d still look yummy.
Her moral compass pricked her with its pointy arrow – Quinn Randel belonged to someone else. To boost the message, her
conscience jabbed her again with another compelling thought – the fantasy is always better than reality.
All right already! I get it!
A scratchy noise of disenchantment at the tug of war going on in her head rolled out with no chance to stop it.
The smile lines at the corners of Quinn’s eyes deepened like he could read her mind.
Kylee shifted from foot to foot while she pondered how she would be able to help someone else understand and cope with the
things bothering them when she couldn’t get some semblance of control over the things wreaking havoc in her own backyard. She was studying to become a psychologist, for crying out loud. It was a slow undertaking, but at some point she’d have her PhD and license to practice. Hopefully by then she’d have a good understanding as to why she continued to fall prey to hot guys with bedroom eyes who would leave after they scratched their itch.
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