There’s a massive, ripped mountain man named Heathcliff. He’s brooding, bearded, and sexy as hell. Then there’s city girl Violet, a TV producer hungry for a hit show. You’d best not get in the way of her Louboutin heels or make her chip her nails. They both have secrets they’re trying to hide. They’re having even more trouble keeping their hands off of each other. When Violet’s reality show "Hot Off the Grid" starts filming in Heath’s tiny Vermont town, what could possibly go wrong?
All I want is life out of the spotlight. I’m up here in my cabin in the woods and I like it that way. No one knows who I am and no one cares. Then she shows up, strutting along in heels with her long, sexy legs, tossing around her silky, golden hair and smelling like vanilla and honey. It should be easy to ignore her. She’s exactly the high-maintenance, gold-digging type I’ve steered clear of my whole life.
The only problem is the blisteringly hot sex. Melt down the cabin, end winter and start spring sex. Other than that, I see no reason that my life is going to change at all.
Where even is Vermont? When I got the call to scout the location for our network’s next reality show, I seriously had to pull out Google Maps. When I first got there, I was counting the hours until I convinced those country bumpkins to sign away all their privacy for the next six months.
Funny thing about these rural places, though. They grow ’em big. Crazy big, if you know what I mean, ladies. There’s this guy. Just thinking about him, I’ve got to stop for a second and fan myself. I’d tell him to get lost only I can’t seem to form words around him other than “yes,” “‘more,” and “I’m going to…Oh!” It must be the orgasms melting my brain. He’s nothing like the type of guy I’m after, believe me, and once I’ve wrapped up this deal I’m never looking back.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself. But each time he touches me I can’t remember my name, let alone my sales pitch. And I’m starting to realize that if I seal this deal and get my big win, we might both have a lot to lose.
NOTE: Untamed is a sexy, standalone, hot adult romance. It’s the third story in the Beg for It series about the dominant, alpha males in the Kavanaugh family and the strong, sexy women who make them finally meet their match.
About the Author:
Callie Harper writes contemporary romances so hot they may melt your ebook. You’ve been warned.
She is powered by coffee, wickedly sexy bad boys, and all things funny, intentional or otherwise. She is the author of OFF LIMITS to be released 12/14 and the BEG FOR IT series which will start being released in January 2016. She lives in the gorgeous Bay Area with her family.
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Thick black hair, dark intense eyes, broad muscles filling out his shirt, he was straight out of a naughty late night fantasy. True, I was a city girl, but I had to admit I had a soft spot for a good Highland romance, the type featuring a massive Scottish warrior who’d brave fire and brimstone to be with his woman. The type so broad and tough he’d fell an army with the swoop of his battle axe while still managing to grasp you in his free arm, pull you up with him on his horse and ride off with you pressed against his huge, barbaric, manly chest.
He was sitting right there at the bar watching me. I swallowed, feeling my face flush. I tried to look away. I had street smarts. A woman on her own didn’t walk into a bar and instantly make steady, heated eye contact with a gigantic strange man. My brain knew that. But my brain wasn’t in charge at the moment. Something else had taken over entirely and I continued walking toward him with nothing but a vaguely formed “wow” on my lips.