Money may be
able to buy a lot of things—except true love. And true love is…
Priceless
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Blurb:
Sparks ignite when Cupid takes aim at
two mortals in Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an average guy on a company vacation,
looks into Garrett’s eyes at a craps table and time stands still. Throwing
aside everything he believes, Randy engages in a torrid two-night affair with
Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s fallen in love.
Cynical billionaire Garrett Shiffler has
everything money can buy, and most of his dates can’t see past the dollar
signs. Life has taught him that innocence and love are figments of the
imagination. But when Randy disappears, taking with him feelings Garrett
thought he’d never know, Garrett wages the most important battle of his life to
win Randy's love—but this time he fights with his heart, not his bank account.
Meanwhile, Cupid wonders what happened.
His golden arrows never fail unless the Fates interfere. If Garrett wants to
win Randy back, he’s going to have to do it on his own, because the Fates have
other plans for Cupid.
Excerpt:
They stepped closer and Randy’s body was as tense as
a drawn bow. What would a suave, sophisticated guy do in this situation? Suave,
right. Randy just hoped he didn’t make an idiot out of himself.
Randy’s breathing increased as he chewed his lip.
His heart sped up as Garrett leaned into him. Would the kiss be hard and
brutal, his mouth claimed by an onslaught of passion that would leave him
breathless and bruised? He moaned in surprise as Garrett’s mouth sweetly moved
on his.
From one heartbeat to the next, pleasure exploded in
Randy’s mind. He hadn’t expected such gentleness. Throwing caution to the wind,
he grasped Garrett’s hips and pulled him closer. Garrett’s tongue explored his
mouth, that sinful goatee tickling his chin. When Garrett nudged his head to
the side and nibbled a path down Randy’s neck, he willingly bared his throat.
And moaned again when Garrett sucked hard on the tender skin near his
collarbone.
Randy, squirming from the sensations, rubbed his leg
up and down Garrett’s thigh. One of Garrett’s hands drifted down and lifted Randy’s
leg higher, palming his ass as he kneaded the firm flesh. The electricity that
jumped between them had Randy shaking.
“Garrett,” Randy gasped as Garrett found a
particularly good spot, “there’s gotta be cameras in here.”
Garrett held Randy tightly for a moment, their
bodies crushed together, before he released him and moved away. He mumbled
under his breath about how could Randy think, much less clearly, at that
moment. Randy leaned against the elevator wall, eyes closed, and tried to bring
his rampaging body under control. The elevator dinged and lurched to a stop,
causing Randy to stumble into Garrett.
He slid his arm around Randy to steady him and
didn’t let go when the doors parted. Garrett pulled Randy toward his suite,
throwing the door open. Once inside he slammed the door shut, spun Randy
around, and trapped him against the back of the door. He slammed his mouth over
Randy’s, picking up where he left off in the elevator until Randy was gasping
for air.
“Let me be very clear,” Garrett panted into his
mouth. “I want you in my bed. I want you desperate, wild, and begging.”
“I’m to the desperate phase now.” Randy trembled,
trapped between him and the door. “Wild is right around the corner, and begging
isn’t far behind.”
Garrett’s thumb traced over Randy’s swollen bottom
lip. “That’s what I like about you, Randy, you speak your mind and don’t play
games. I can’t tell you what a turn on that is for me.”
“I don’t have the first clue how to play games like
you’re talking about, nor do I want to.”
“And thank God for it.” That jaded little devil on
Garrett’s shoulder rolled his eyes. This guy either was very good, or very
innocent. “Now, let me show you my bedroom. I can’t wait much longer to have
you in my bed.”
Garrett ushered him through the living area, not
giving him time to admire the softly lit main area. He opened a door to a large
room that held a beautifully made bed with a sinfully black silk bedspread. The
room was done in dark woods and masculine tones with paintings and photography
from some extremely well-known artists. It shrieked authority, money, and
power. The curtains were open, letting in the light from the city.
Garrett stepped behind Randy and turned him toward
the mirrored closet. Garrett unbuttoned his shirt, parted the fabric, and placed
his hands on Randy’s stomach. Taking his time, he ran his hands up Randy’s
chest, dragging the pleasure out until he reached those perky nipples that
begged for attention. Garrett flicked both hard peaks, making Randy arch in his
arms. Then he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger as they both watched
their reflection.
“So very hot,” Garrett whispered in Randy’s ear as
his fingers teased the nubs until Randy moaned.
Randy reached behind him and wrapped his
arm around Garrett’s neck, dragging him closer. That bulge that pressed against
Randy’s ass was huge and had his imagination sitting up, tail thumping. It had
been a long time since a lover affected him this way. Randy leaned his head
back against Garrett’s shoulder and watched, heavy-eyed, as Garrett’s hands
drifted down and undid his belt.
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