Title:
The Bachelor Auction
Author:
Rachel Van Dyken
Series:
The Bachelors of Arizona #1
On
Sale: October 4, 2016
Publisher:
Forever
Formats:
eBook
Price:
$4.99 USD (eBook)
Cinderella
never had to deal with this crap.
Jane
isn't entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she
had a rough start, but didn't she eventually land a prince and a
happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding,
entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a
prince in sight. Until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane
wondering if princes---or at least, a certain deliciously hunky
billionaire---maybe do
exist.
Except
Brock Wellington isn't anyone's dream guy. Hell, a prince would never
agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act
like an arrogant jerk---even if it was just a façade. Now, as Brock
is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it's karmic
retribution that he's tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can't have.
But while they can't have a fairy-tale ending, maybe they can indulge
in a little bit of fantasy . . .
Excerpted from THE BACHELOR AUCTION by Rachel Van Dyken.
“Jane.”
It was a whisper, it was a question, and then his mouth was on
hers—harsh, forceful, but so inviting she whimpered at the contact
and leaned into him, begging him with her body to take what she
couldn’t voice aloud.
It
was a bad idea.
Taken.
Ready
to be married off.
But
here, in this moment, he was hers.
So
she kissed him back with as much passion as she possessed, her hands
digging into the front of his shirt while his teeth nipped at her
bottom lip.
His
hands slid beneath her shirt, unhooking her bra with ease as he
nudged her thighs apart.
“You
feel so soft,” he murmured against her mouth. “Perfect.”
Another plundering kiss, his tongue flicking hers before his lips
slid down her neck. “So damn good.”
With
a moan, she pressed as close as she could against him, nearly riding
his leg in an effort to get more of him.
“That’s
it,” he encouraged while she clawed at him.
“Brock!”
Bentley’s voice pierced the air. “Did you need help?”
Brock
froze above her, his face filled with irritation. “Open that door,
Bentley, and I’m selling every car you own and replacing it with a
Honda!”
Silence.
“You
don’t mean it.” The knob turned.
Jane’s
eyes widened in alarm as Brock quickly moved away from her and tossed
the blanket…over her head. Right, like that was going to look
normal. She pulled the blanket off her face and tried in vain to fix
her bra while frantically pulling her hair back into a ponytail.
Bentley
entered, took one look at both of them and smiled. “Clearly this
room was dirtier than we thought?” He tilted his head at Jane. “Or
maybe not dirty enough?”
“Out!”
Brock barked.
“But—”
“Go!”
“Fine,”
Bentley grumbled. “I’m leaving. I just thought you should know
that Grandfather called and wanted to know how the maid was working
out. I told him that you’ve been helping her since she sprained her
ankle. He was concerned about her finishing the job.”
“What
did you say?” Brock grabbed Bentley by the shirt and gave a little
shake.
Bentley
held up his hands. “Chill. I told him that she would make a full
recovery, that she refused to sue, and that you were taking care of
the situation. Because that’s all you’re doing, right Brock?
Taking care of the situation…” He peered around Brock at Jane.
Feeling
suddenly more naked than she actually was, she covered herself up
with the blanket.
What
had she been thinking?
It
was beyond unprofessional.
Tears
burned the backs of her eyes.
“Thanks,
Bent.” Brock sighed, running his hands through his already mussed
hair.
Bentley
saluted him then added quietly. “For the record, any girl that can
get Boring Brock to bend the rules is a keeper.”
“Boring
Brock?” Jane asked.
“It’s
about as bad as it sounds.”
“Well,
I’m Plain Jane, so…I understand.”
He
turned. “You’ve never been plain a day in your life.”
“I
think you’ve already learned that you don’t need to give me
pretty compliments to get me to kiss you.”
“You
have seven freckles. You press your lips together to keep yourself
from saying things you shouldn’t. You hum when you clean, and
though I’m not sure what the tune is, it’s familiar. When you
eat, you watch people rather than your own food, and I’m just going
to come out and say it: you eat like an animal, the most erotic thing
I’ve ever seen.”
Jane
covered her face with her hands. “It was flattering until you said
that last part.”
Brock
laughed. “Seeing a woman dig into her food like she hasn’t eaten
in weeks? It’s one of the most erotic visions I’ve ever had.”
Emotion
flashed across his face as he made his way over to her and kissed her
again, pulling away with her name on his lips. “Jane, I want you.”
“Thought
I was just the help.” The walls around her heart started to slip;
she felt it in the way her body rose against him. He’d noticed
things about her nobody ever had, he was helping her, and he was
beautiful. Was it so wrong to want this? For herself? Once in her
life?
“You’re
more than that, and you know it.” His eyes locked on to hers as his
deep voice washed over her.
“You’re
getting auctioned off in two weeks and you know it.”
He
paused, his expression going completely ice cold before he looked
away and then back at her. “And if I wasn’t? What then?”
“Then…”
She bit down on her bottom lip. “I’d ask you to kiss me again.”
THE
BACHELORS OF ARIZONA
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Bachelor Auction #1
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Rachel
Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today
Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's
not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and
plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps
her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring
boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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