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by Mysty McPartland
Description: Furious after overhearing her cousins discussing a wager between one of them and their friend Lonya plans to make fools of them both. She would play along with the game but in the end she would come out the winner. However she doesn't take into account the sensuality of the man or her own attraction to him and decides she will also gain something for herself. Foolishly she doesn't take into account what her heart would do and knows after spending one glorious night in his arms prays he won't go through with the foolish wager. In a night of drunkenness Courtland foolishly agrees to a dare his friend puts to him, what he never expected was that he would fall under the spell of the most beguiling woman he has ever laid eyes on. He needed to remind himself he was only seeing because of the bet he made instead of how much he wanted to bed her. But she made him half crazed and in the end he couldn't resist and after making love to her knows he wants her for the rest of his life.
eBook Publisher: Solstice Publishing/Solstice Publishing, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [80 KB]
Reading time: 48-67 min.
Courtland lay in bed with one arm flung over his eyes as he remembered all that had occurred last night, it wasn't often that he over indulged and he regretted his lack of good judgement. Hell, he could give Curtis a good beating for his part in it. He let out a soft groan and removed his arm and opened his eyes.
Damn it he should have never taken that damn bet, but after drinking too much brandy he'd been supremely confident that he would win it easily. The stakes weren't high, but being a gentleman there was no way to back out of it. No, he would have to go through with it and at the moment he wasn't sure if he hoped to win or lose.
Either way it was a no win situation, if he won he lost, if he lost he lost. Grumbling he sat up and tossed the covers aside, slipped of the bed and stretched. Naked, he picked up his robe and slipped it on over his trim athletic body.
After tying the belt, he brushed the dark lock of hair that had fallen on his brow away; he reached out and pulled the cord summoning his valet. He needed a hot bath, strong coffee and something hardy to eat before he contemplated on how he was going to win the damn wager.
After a light tap on the door, Frost stepped inside the room. "I have already ordered hot water for your bath and brought you some coffee."