Latest Release One Wild Weekend With Ryker
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Christmas comes early this year...but he won’t. All naughty and a little bit nice. This spicy forced proximity romance is sure to get you in the Christmas spirit. I could have spent Christmas weekend in my pyjamas, binge-watching cheesy Hallmark movies, and pretending not to care I’m single for the second holiday season running. But when my crazy-ass grandmother throws a hissy fit, her insistence I come to visit means I have to spend it in Green Bank West Virginia. Now not only do I have to put up with a raving hypochondriac living off-grid in a house bus, but I also have to deal with the fact she also lives in a National Quiet Zone. That means no TV, Wi-Fi, cell, or any signal used by every other wireless device that keeps normal people connected to the world. A big fricken deal when I’m seriously addicted to technology. As if that wasn’t bad enough, when I arrive at the isolated cabin I’m supposed to be staying in, I find the cabin already occupied by a stupidly sexy businessman from DC called Ryker. But when a game of strip poker gets a teeny bit out of hand, I find out Ryker is hiding more than an incredibly ripped body underneath his shirt and tie... |
Snippet from One Wild Weekend With Ryker
Holly
Now almost convinced I’m losing my mind, instead of thinking about the rotten timing of this happening, I focus on the very sexy man most definitely flirting with me.
“Want to play strip poker?” I say.
He looks me over. “That depends on how good you are.”
“I’m terrible,” I say.
His eyes narrow. “If you want to get naked, you don’t need an excuse,” he says.
That he’s so confident makes my own increase to match his. “And you said I was forthright?”
He smirks at me. “Just calling it like I see it and you strike me as the type of woman who appreciates a guy who doesn’t bullshit.”
I run my tongue over my lip and can’t help but think about how amazing a kisser he is, and the results. “All women want that,” I say.
He shakes his head. “Not from what I’ve seen. Some women only want men who tell them what they want to hear.”
I lift my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “And you’d never do that?”
He sits back on the sofa and puts his ankle on his knee. “I don’t need to. I told you, I don’t do relationships.”
“Because of your job?”
He nods. “That, and never saw the appeal.”
I choke out a laugh, somewhere between intrigued, and annoyed at him. “You don’t worry about dying alone?”
He eyes me, and something indiscernible flickers in his eyes. “I worry about a lot of things, that’s not one of them.”
Now my interest is even more piqued, I shift, so I’m facing him. “What do you worry about?”
A shallow smile grows. “Right now, I’m worried you’re not going to stop talking,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “We’re talking because I suggested strip poker…”
He picks at a speck of dust on his jeans before eyeing me. “And I said if you wanted to take your clothes off, you don’t need an excuse.”
I know he’s messing with me, but a naughty part of me wants to see what he’ll do if I challenge him.
Thankfully, the part of me that’s sober, seems to know giving him that much power isn’t a good idea. “It’s either poker or keep talking to me.”
His eyes lock on to mine before a smile grows on his face. “Poker it is,” he says.
Now almost convinced I’m losing my mind, instead of thinking about the rotten timing of this happening, I focus on the very sexy man most definitely flirting with me.
“Want to play strip poker?” I say.
He looks me over. “That depends on how good you are.”
“I’m terrible,” I say.
His eyes narrow. “If you want to get naked, you don’t need an excuse,” he says.
That he’s so confident makes my own increase to match his. “And you said I was forthright?”
He smirks at me. “Just calling it like I see it and you strike me as the type of woman who appreciates a guy who doesn’t bullshit.”
I run my tongue over my lip and can’t help but think about how amazing a kisser he is, and the results. “All women want that,” I say.
He shakes his head. “Not from what I’ve seen. Some women only want men who tell them what they want to hear.”
I lift my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “And you’d never do that?”
He sits back on the sofa and puts his ankle on his knee. “I don’t need to. I told you, I don’t do relationships.”
“Because of your job?”
He nods. “That, and never saw the appeal.”
I choke out a laugh, somewhere between intrigued, and annoyed at him. “You don’t worry about dying alone?”
He eyes me, and something indiscernible flickers in his eyes. “I worry about a lot of things, that’s not one of them.”
Now my interest is even more piqued, I shift, so I’m facing him. “What do you worry about?”
A shallow smile grows. “Right now, I’m worried you’re not going to stop talking,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “We’re talking because I suggested strip poker…”
He picks at a speck of dust on his jeans before eyeing me. “And I said if you wanted to take your clothes off, you don’t need an excuse.”
I know he’s messing with me, but a naughty part of me wants to see what he’ll do if I challenge him.
Thankfully, the part of me that’s sober, seems to know giving him that much power isn’t a good idea. “It’s either poker or keep talking to me.”
His eyes lock on to mine before a smile grows on his face. “Poker it is,” he says.
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"With a whole heap of mystery surrounding Ryker, add in some danger, intrigue, espionage, rival Federal government agencies and Holly's eccentric grandma and you have an awesome quick read."
"An action-packed and well developed book that I enjoyed a lot! I loved the chemistry between Ryker and Holly." "The author does a terrific job pulling you in and kept me glued to the pages with all the mystery and intrigue as well as the suspense, anxiety and danger. " "It's an action packed story with a sizzling hot chemistry,is well written with detailed and descriptive scenes and is another fantastic book by Lexi Hart. Loved and recommend this book."
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