Veronica Butler avoids risks as a rule, but when faced with celebrating her thirty-fifth birthday alone, she dons her sexiest dress and heads to a single's club. She’s startled when the attention she draws is that of her supervisor, Vicente Salazar. They’ve worked on the same team at an architectural firm, designing a hotel with Gaudi-influenced elements. Veronica has indulged in several fantasies starring the sexy Spaniard. Now she’s fueling his.
Though she knows it's a mistake, that this decision may affect the office atmosphere, she gives into her desire and allows him to show her exquisite pleasure in public places. From the back of a limousine to his office to an alcove in a museum, each sexual encounter is exciting, challenging, terrifying. Each encounter shows her more of who she is. Each encounter risks her heart. Now if only she can convince him to risk his.
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Miniature Rose (87 pages)
Excerpt:
Veronica snapped her head up at the sound of her name in that familiar Spanish accent, the “r” rolling, the “o” and “i” long. She’d let the pronunciation roll over her skin for months now, heard it in her sleep, in her fantasies. Her gaze collided with that of her very handsome, very hot supervisor, the man she’d lusted after since he had arrived from Spain to lead the team designing a new downtown, Gaudi-influenced hotel three months, two weeks and three days ago. The man whose eyes hinted at dark, sexy secrets, whose stubble-shadowed mouth promised untold pleasures.
The man whom she’d pictured when she bought this dress, never thinking he’d actually see her in it.
He definitely saw her in it now, his gaze drifting to her breasts, though he made an effort to look into her eyes. His already arched eyebrows lifted, and his dimples deepened in appreciation.
Her first instinct was to cover up, but she’d left her trench coat on the coat rack by the door, and her little shiny purse didn’t offer much protection. She tucked her hair behind her ear. All the confidence she’d felt when she walked into the bar evaporated in the face of the one man she didn’t expect to see, no matter how she’d hoped.
“Vicente. Um, I didn’t know you lived around here.”
“I don’t. Do you?”
“Yes, I—”
“Excuse me, buddy, but I was here first.” One of her admirers, the one with the lime, poked Vicente in the shoulder, hard.
Veronica wanted to slide through the floor. She’d come here for a hook-up, clearly Vicente would see that. What would he think of her for that? He’d never fall for her now.
He didn’t take his eyes from her. “She’s here with me.”
The other admirers slipped away, but this one was persistent. He turned to Veronica. “That so?”
Her heart slammed against her ribs at the thought of what Vicente’s words might mean, at the possessiveness of his tone. “Yes,” she managed through dry lips and reached for her martini to moisten them.
Lime Boy grumbled and stomped off.
Vicente moved closer. Since the bar stools near her were occupied, he slid between her bar stool and the next, propping his elbow on the bar, the rough fabric of his slacks brushing her bare thigh. She didn’t think she’d ever been this close to him. If she had, there had definitely been more clothing between them. He smelled delicious, of wine and just the slightest hint of rain-scented masculine cologne. She had a bottle of that cologne at home, just to fuel her fantasies. Not that they needed fuel.
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