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Recent college grad Blair Bartlett thought she had it all—until one near-death experience destroyed everything. Now she’s starting over halfway across the country with zero confidence, zero trust, and zero in the bank. On the eve of her canceled wedding, her so-called friends formulate a bet to dig Blair out of her rut: in the next thirty days, she has to complete ten erotic dares that would make most married women blush. The stakes are high, and this is one bet she can’t lose. Wary of messy entanglements, she recruits her best friend’s older brother—and longtime friend—Sawyer Callahan. Deemed Colorado’s most eligible bachelor, he’s successful, fun-loving, and knows exactly how to make a girl, um…swoon. But as the weeks tick by, Blair knows the friendship has become much more than she’s bargained for. And something dark in Sawyer’s past is threatening to ruin their future before it even had a chance.
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“So this list is about moving on or something, I assume?” He held it up, just out of my reach.
I made a pass for it. “Something like that.”
“It goes without question I’ll be your partner for this.”
Was he shitting me? One glimpse at his serious stare confirmed he wasn’t. Had I been sitting across the table from him in the boardroom, I would’ve given him anything he wanted when he reeked of such determination. I’d sign over my company, my trust, everything he demanded. Without question.
I arched a brow, going for a nonplussed expression, when inside even my nonexistent appendix was doing the wave. “It does?”
He nodded. “I don’t want you to have to settle for second best. And I happen to hear I’m not disappointing in this department.”
Shit. Play it cool. I swallowed and gave a noncommittal shrug, even though my insides vibrated so hard that in seconds I’d melt into primordial goo. “I haven’t seen enough of your alleged skills, and this is an awfully big commitment.”
His eyes narrowed. “Are you seriously asking for what…like a sample?”
“You could say that.” For his benefit more than mine. He would’ve had me at the thumb stroking yesterday. Ethan had been pretty brutal when we broke up. And by brutal, he chopped my heart into little pieces, grilled them up, and fed them to dragons…then killed the dragons. If you want to talk about zero votes of confidence in one’s self, I was the reigning champion.
“And if my services are deemed satisfactory?” he asked.
Great question. Good thing I’d come prepared. “We should set some guidelines.”
His brow rose. “Guidelines? You mean a safe word?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “You did not just say that.”
He laughed. “I take it that’s not what you meant.”
Recovering from the mention of a safe word—and a quick side trip thinking of what activities we could do that would involve one—I shook my head and started with the list I’d come up with while falling asleep last night. “If we do this list together, things are going to change. A lot. I don’t want to lose our friendship, so if you think this is going to have a negative impact, you need to just hand me that list and…and…”
“And you’ll find somebody else to do it with? Not an option.” His free hand took mine and his thumb stroked the curve of my palm.
A tidal wave of hormones ravaged my insides. If he kept that up I’d be making babies with him in an hour or less.
“You know what I mean,” I said. “Our friendship means a lot to me. If there is any chance of us not having a friendship later, I don’t want to do it.”
His shoulders relaxed. “Understood and agreed. So we need to decide how to make that happen.”
“Which is why I think we need to have an expiration date for the list part of our relationship.” I explained the parameters of the bet, and the deadline. Although he listened quietly, the wheels were turning. That much I could see plainly, even though he didn’t say a word. “Since I have until the end of the month to make all this happen, I think that’s when our arrangement should end, too.”
“Why only a month?”
“Because that’s the time I was given. And we can only do the stuff on the list—no extras. I don’t want to fall into real relationship territory.”
“Just the things on the list, huh? So no foreplay that doesn’t lead to sex?”
“You would do that?” Why would a guy do that if they didn’t get something out of it?
He shrugged. “It’s fun. Plus, it’ll make the list sex better.”
“Fine. In the interest of making the list sex better, we can partake in some limited foreplay activities.”
“Excellent. And a real relationship is out of the question, why?”
“Because I just broke off my engagement, moved across the country, barely have a penny to my name, and…” I shrugged. Of course I wanted a real relationship with him. Right now, though? “It’s just a bad time.”
Wheels seemed to spin a centrifugal force now. “If that’s what you want.”
“You agree?” Too easy. Sawyer was a known hardass.
He nodded. “With a few stipulations. One, exclusivity.”
“Two, I want to make this less one-sided.”
“You’re the one who gets all the benefit out of this. I’m just your sex toy.”
I choked a little. “You’re not going to enjoy it? At all?”
He shrugged, but I couldn’t help but notice the way his dimples deepened. “The life of a pleasure slave is hard, but I’ll get by somehow.”
I swatted his shoulder.
“That magazine couldn’t have come out at a worse time. The last thing I want is a relationship, either. So you’ll be my pretend girlfriend until the excitement dies.”
“Not to say I told you so, but didn’t I tell you a fake girlfriend would come in handy?”
“I never said I didn’t agree,” he said.
“But that’s only a month’s reprieve,” I reminded him. “What’s your Plan B for when this ends?”
He averted his eyes and busied himself with picking at the sheets. “After you win your bet, we’ll reevaluate. Besides, you might be too addicted to me to let me go.”
I snorted. “You have a lot to live up to. I hope you don’t let me down.”
His eyes met mine again, and they smoldered. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
I had no doubts he’d live up to his own standards and more. It was me I worried about.
He lifted up the tray and put it on the bedside table behind him. He stretched his arm toward me and crooked his finger. “Come here.”
I moved across the bed until I was chest to chest with him, and he wrapped his arm around me and snuggled close. He was so warm, and I’d never felt so… I shook my head. So much for keeping a friendly distance.
“What now?” I asked.
“It sounds like we have a deal,” he said. “Now we move onto the sampling of my services, and go from there.”
About Violet Blake: Violet grew up wanting to be many great things. However, she quickly found out she was too accident-prone to be an astronaut, veterinarian, or surgical nurse, and had to take some time off from college to formulate a Plan B. By the time she got to Plan X, she settled on a degree in public health. But while she was supposed to be studying for a pathophysiology test, she took up writing romance. Career commitment issues aside, she is fiercely dedicated to her family, and those who are patient enough to overlook a few...quirks. And no, she's not going to swap writing (Plan Z, if you're keeping track) in for a new career any time soon. She's run out of letters, for one. Violet loves to write contemporary and fantasy, and one day hopes to get up the nerve to dive into futuristic.
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