A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
She's the one girl he should never touch...
Cooper Grayson is supposed to hole up in a mountain cabin and protect his best friend's little sister from the paparazzi for a week. That's it. But Paris O'Connell isn't a kid anymore, and it's hard to remember this is strictly business when she bats her big green eyes at him...then crashes through all his carefully placed boundaries.
Paris loves a challenge. And gorgeous Cooper Grayson is the most dangerous challenge she's faced yet. He ignores the sizzling attraction that keeps her awake at nights, and he doesn't care about her fame or her contacts, only seeing her. When they finally kiss, Cooper leaves her bare. Exposed. His for the taking. And take he does...
For one incredibly hot week, Cooper fulfils her every fantasy. But when the real world crashes in, so does reality. And reality tells them there's no way a Hollywood star and a bad boy from the wrong side of town could ever have a future together...
Christina Phillips is an ex-pat Brit who now lives in sunny Western Australia with her high school sweetheart and their family. She enjoys writing paranormal, historical and contemporary romance where the stories sizzle and the heroine brings her hero to his knees.
Christina is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
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He shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded across the street. “Want to stop off here?”
She barely glanced at the coffee shop. “Sounds good.”
He found them a table in the shade of a cottonwood and instead of sitting opposite her, sat next to her. “We’re undercover, right?” he said, as he leaned in as though he was about to kiss her.
Her stomach fluttered, even though he was just doing it for show. “That’s right,” she agreed.
“So, if I do this…” He casually slid his arm around her shoulders. “You’re not going to knee me in the balls, are you?”
She flattened her sweaty palms on her thighs and refused to peek where his balls resided. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Shit, she sounded as though her throat was congested.
A waitress came to their table and flipped open her notepad. “What can I get you?” Her gaze drifted past Paris and settled on Cooper. Her perfunctory smile brightened by about a hundred watts. Paris bit her lip to stop herself from giggling. Cooper appeared unaware of the interest he’d stirred.
“What do you want, babe?” He offered her a wicked grin, daring her to respond in kind. She wanted to, but suppose the waitress recognized her voice? She slid the laminated menu across the table and jabbed her finger at the iced chocolate.
Cooper gave their order. “Want anything to nibble on?” His voice dripped with false innocence. She shook her head and let out a relieved breath when the waitress finally sauntered away.
“I don’t think we raised any suspicions.” He wound a length of her wig around his finger. She couldn’t feel a thing. Now, if only he was doing that to her real hair. She tried, without much conviction, to shove that thought aside.
He’s only doing it for show. Right?
“She wasn’t interested in me at all.” Since he was clearly comfortable with the whole playacting aspect of their outing, she shifted closer to him on the bench until their thighs touched. She’d have never guessed she was into masochism before, but why else was she torturing herself this way? “She couldn’t take her eyes off you, though.”
Was it her imagination or did his hold around her shoulders tighten?
She laughed, and then slapped her hand across her mouth. Since nobody glanced their way, she relaxed and patted his denim covered thigh in what she hoped was a condescending manner. Was that even possible?
“I don’t get jealous, bunny.” God, his muscles were rock hard.
He tugged her closer. That definitely wasn’t her imagination—and had she really left her hand on his thigh? Her fingers twitched, but she still didn’t move her hand. It wasn’t as though she was pushing boundaries. After all, her hand was nearer his knee than his balls.
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