She finds a wallet (not a shoe), and he’s a billionaire (not a prince), but this time, Cinderella’s turning the tables. . . .
Julia: Shilling samples at a grocery store isn’t exactly my dream job. Yet here I am, tray in hand and fake smile plastered on my face. The one highlight is seeing him. I don’t know his name, but if I did, I’d scream it during the naughty dreams he inspires. He’s crazy handsome, all confidence and an air of power. He’s never said a word to me. Never even looked in my direction. Then one day he literally falls at my feet. Now I have his wallet. I know where he lives. And I’ve found the nude photos of him online.
It’s not the bruschetta on her tray he really wants to taste. . . .
Bastian: I’ve dated models, doctors, and CEOs, but something about Julia Rominger has me intrigued . . . and more than a little aroused. Maybe it’s her lush curves driving me wild. Or the fact that she has no problem telling me to go to hell. Either way, she’s seen me at my worst; I want to hit her with my best. I know where to touch, where to kiss, and just how far to push to drive her crazy. Soon, however, pleasuring Julia isn’t enough. I want to possess her. I need to make her mine. And I’ll fight to the bitter end to win her heart.
Excerpt
I set my purse down on the floor next to me and fish out the wallet with one hand. My fingers wrap around its satisfying girth and weight, and the interior lures me like a piece of forbidden fruit. I’m itching to learn more about Sebastian, but I don’t want to invade his privacy more than necessary. Then again, there’s probably a medical card inside his wallet that might help me track down what hospital he’s at, or a business card with his phone number. He’d appreciate me checking in on him, wouldn’t he? Telling him I have his wallet and have every intention of getting it to him?
I open the folded piece of leather and once again see his driver’s license photo sticking out from the pocket that hides his personal information. Slowly, I slip it out of the pocket and stare at his picture. I see more than his gorgeous features this time. Maybe it’s because he’d looked so vulnerable lying on the grocery store floor, but now I imagine I can see so much more to him than bedroom eyes, a firm jawline, and silky hair that would feel heavenly as I ran my fingers through it. I fancy I see courage in that stubborn chin. Honor in his sharp cheekbones. Passion and humor and kindness in his golden eyes.
I feel like I know him all of a sudden, that we share an intimate connection, and I’m filled with the deep-seated knowledge that Sebastian Rich is worth getting to know not because he’s Big Sexy, but because he’s a good man. And damn if that doesn’t make him even more attractive to me than before.
Finally, I put the license on the table beside the open wallet. Then I hesitate.
I clear my throat, then flip through the credit cards. I open the pocket where his cash is kept and pull out the stack, in case he’s stuck something in with the bills, which is what I’d do. Nothing. I lay the money out on the table and let my fingers work into the crevices of the soft leather, looking to find what else is hiding deep inside. I can tell there’s something behind the credit cards, but I can’t get it to come out. My fingers catch a slit in the fabric, spread open the compartment, and shake the wallet lightly. Two square packets fall out onto the table with the telltale ring of the condoms inside. I feel my face flare, set the wallet down on the table, and out of sheer curiosity, I flip the wrappers over to see what Mr. Rich uses to wrap himself up for the ladies.
“Oh, Mr. Rich,” I exclaim as I see the size of the condoms–XL. “I guess all those vitamins and supplements do work.” I force my eyes off the condoms so I can keep digging through his wallet, but I can’t force my mind off the bulge I saw in his jeans when he was in the store earlier today. I imagine how well he fills those extra-large condoms, and that leads to thoughts of how well he would fill me.
So much for being attracted to his inner goodness.
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About the Author
A former prosecutor, Virna DePaul writes “heat, heart, & HEA” for Harlequin and Random House. She is also a bestselling Indie author, with Bedding The Wrong Brother being a top 100 contemporary romance on Amazon with over 150 5* reviews. www.virnadepaul.com
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Well now! This is going to be good! Thanks for the excerpt!
Great excerpt, on my tbr list!! ,shared on all my socials!!