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Jade Bartholomew spent ten years perfecting her 100-point scale that will determine the ideal man for her — His Hotness. Although reality has her re-evaluating some of her dreams, she refuses to give up on two: financial independence and the existence of His Hotness.
Kai Malone lives the American dream. From a middle-class upbringing, he has reached the pinnacle of success as the CEO of a software company which is about to sell for millions. But success has a downside that brings out Kai’s greatest faults: he’s too honest, gives too much of himself, and is too indulgent with the women in his life. Things have got to change; Techtron’s sale may depend on it.
Jade and Kai meet when she shanks a golf ball into his most vulnerable spot. Not the ideal way to start a relationship — but no one ever said attaining the title His Hotness would be easy.
(Pages 300) Spicy
Excerpt:
Jade struggled in that half-awake, half-asleep state.
She’d slept well, but some gnawing memory was going to surface as soon as she allowed full consciousness to kick in, a memory sure to be unpleasant.
Oh yeah, there it was. Keeping her eyes shut didn’t fool her consciousness. It screamed at her. The hottest guy you meet in months… years even… and you get sick and throw up all over yourself! Kiss that baby good-bye. On second thought, eat a breath mint and wave bye to that one from a distance.
“Quit worrying. I’ll be there soon.” A deep voice penetrated through the one she was trying to block out.
Her eyes shot open as she sprang up into a sitting position. Sunshine streamed through her window. She sat in her own bed in her own boxers and t-shirt… and her bra? And Kai Malone stood at the foot of the bed, watching her.
He dropped his phone into his pocket and flashed a broad smile that made her heart do a quick step. “Morning, Shank. I trust you’re feeling better.” He still wore yesterday’s clothes, a bit wrinkled. A thick layer of dark stubble shadowed his face. Rugged. Very sexy.
She sorted through vague memories of being at the Urgent Care last night. Her fingers flew to her hair. Ick! It felt as stiff as the rest of her body. She lay back against the headboard, propping herself against the pillow to take inventory. Stiffness, but no pain. No nausea. “All in all, pretty good,” she wrinkled her nose, “considering you tried to kill me.”
