Title: Blame it on the Bet
Author: L.E. Rico
When her family’s pub is threatened with
foreclosure, Hennessy O’Halloran, along with her three sisters, is determined
to raise enough money to keep it out of the hands of the L.A. real-estate
developer trying to raze it and replace it with a—god forbid!—multiplex
theater.
Bryan Truitt always gets what he wants. And what he
wants is the sweet corner property on Mayhem’s Main Street where O’Halloran’s
Pub sits. But his “quick business” turns into more than he bargains for when he
meets the feisty Hennessy. Next thing he knows, he’s betting her he can outlast
Mayhem’s punishing winter in time to make the pub his—or he’ll gift it to her
for free.
Hennessy knows better than to flirt with the enemy.
But suddenly Bryan’s not sure which he wants more…the property or the woman who
owns it.
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Hennessy O’Halloran is looking
progressively more fidgety as I close the distance between us.
“I–I…I mean, considering our…you
know…our arrangement…” she stammers.
“Which arrangement?” I ask
innocently.
“You know…our wager…”
“Oh, that arrangement. Yes, you’d
think things might be awkward between us. But they’re really not, are they?” I
muse. She doesn’t reply—nor does she make a move to thwart my approach. “Quite
the opposite, actually. It’s the damnedest thing, Hennessy. I just can’t seem
to stop thinking about…” I let the sentence hang between us until, finally, she
clearly can’t take it anymore.
“About what? What can’t you stop
thinking about?” she asks quietly.
We’re only a foot apart now, and
she has to look up to see my face. That means I get to look down into her
perfect, milky complexion. I’m so close that I could actually count the
freckles dotting the bridge of her nose. I wonder if she has them anywhere
else…
Before I can stop myself, I lower
my head close to hers, and for a split second, I know we both think I’m going
to kiss her. But at the final moment, my mouth veers to her left ear. I’m sure
she can feel the warmth of my breath as I whisper the single word.
“You.”
Except it doesn’t sound like a
word. It’s an exhalation—a sigh—and it floats from my mouth to her ear and
heats the space between us for the brief moment before I turn and leave her
looking after me as I walk back down the hall, self-satisfied smile on my face.
Oh, God.
I am in so much trouble here.
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2 comments:
Hey, thanks so much for hosting Blame it on the Bet!
All Best,
Lauren
Thank you for hosting!
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