Casual Affair (Slow Seductions #1)
By Melanie Munton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
He’s
bossy. She’s sassy. The only business they can agree on is in the bedroom.
Bea
Paxton is a free spirit. She loves her fledgling interior design business,
having fun, and she loves men. But only temporarily. Rule #1 is no
relationships, no love, no commitment. She likes being in charge. It's the only
way to protect herself from getting hurt again.
Zane
Price is the perfect candidate for a steamy time—beautiful, built, and British.
Plus, he'll soon be moving back to England. Really perfect.
Well...except
for the fact that he's her biggest client. And he doesn't play by her rules.
Hell, no. He wants more. Much more. Which is definitely not on the agenda.
Unfortunately,
his kisses are nothing short of toe-curlingly awesome. And he is distracting
her—a lot—from doing her job.
She
needs to stay away from him. Her livelihood depends on it.
But
Zane always gets what he wants. And he wants Bea. But for right now? Or
forever...?
Author Bio
Traveler. Reader. Wino. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan.
North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.
Author of the Slow Seductions, Cruz Brothers, Possession and
Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies
and suspense in particular because it's boring to only stick to one sub-genre!
From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but
loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.
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Casual Affair Excerpt
She waited for just the
right moment, pushing to her feet when she saw her opening. She was zoned in on
her target, gun lifting in his direction—and was suddenly flying through the
air.
“Hey!”
Somebody had hold of her
and they were going down. She braced herself for impact with the hard ground,
but landed on a firm chest instead. A chest that smelled suspiciously like…Zane
Price.
She was rolled off his
body and found herself staring up at his face. He looked kind of angry. Huh.
She wasn’t expecting that. She could feel his package grinding against her
pelvis, so she certainly wasn’t mad about anything. A package that was quickly
hardening, by the way.
“Did you just tackle me?”
she asked in bewilderment.
She saw him swallow as his
eyes flew over her face. “I believe I did, yes.”
Their position on the
ground was far too sexual—not that she was doing anything about it. His upper
body was hovering over hers so as not to crush her, but their lower bodies were
in close contact.
Very close contact.
She cleared her throat.
“Why?”
“Because you were about to
become a casualty,” he whispered. “I saved your life.”
“My hero.” She’d meant it
to sound sarcastic. But her voice came out a lot huskier than she’d intended.
He noticed.
His eyes darkened in
response.
Everything below her belly
clenched with need, a reaction that his own body mirrored. She felt him grow
thick against her thigh, and though he didn’t say anything, she knew they were
both aware of what was happening south of the border.
“And you’re still on top
of me, why?”
“Because part of me is
quite comfortable here,” he admitted. “And a different part of me is about to
be in a world of pain once I move. I’m trying to decide which part I should
listen to.”
“Do I get a say in this?”
He gave a small thrust of
his hips against her, making her gasp. One quick grind that allowed her to feel
the full extent of his manhood in all of its stiff glory.
She was a goner.
His eyelids lowered to
half-mast as he took in her reaction. “Do you want a say in this?”
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