<— SINGLE MOM & THE MEDIA MOGUL ALERT!! Bryce is going live at midnight & we’re having a signed book giveaway!!!
…His name is Bryce Sexton. Media mogul, workaholic and a heart of stone. He’s broody AF and yet every woman in San Francisco wants him.
So why won’t he leave me alone?
Wherever I go, he’s there, trying to force his way into my world. What he doesn’t know is I already have a man in my life. A tiny redhead who loves Legos and Superheroes. ..
And now… a sneak peek excerpt!!
Her eyes start to twinkle, and her mouth tilts in a slight smile. “Let’s play a game,” she declares.
“I don’t play games.”
“Truth or dare,” she challenges.
Placing my hands deep in my pockets, I set back on my heels and toss my own closely guarded inhibitions to the wind. “Truth.”
Her lips pout as she considers her options. “What are you the most self-conscious about?”
The question catches me off guard. I’m not one to share with total strangers, yet I’m captivated by her eagerness to play a child’s game.
“My reputation,” I answer honestly. “I never want to be seen as a man who can be taken advantage of.”
She narrows her gaze at me with the slight tilt of her head.
Before I let her analyze me, I ask, “Truth or dare?”
Her teeth graze her bottom lip as she answers, “Truth.”
“What is the most childish thing you still do?”
She laughs. “Build Legos.”
“That was a fast answer.”
“It was an easy question.” She steps away from the statue and moseys over to a red sculpture, which is tall in height and appears to have legs. “You up for a dare?”
“Truth,” I state as I watch her playfully skip under it and pops up on the other side.
“What lie have you told that hurt someone?”
“I never lie,” I say.
Her steps halt as she looks at me like what I said was complete bullshit.
“I don’t believe in wasting time with lies. Besides, you can hurt people more with the truth.”
She nods her head as she waltzes aimlessly behind the sculpture, away from me. “Dare me to do something.”
“Howl at the moon.” I follow her.
She spins to face me. “Really?”
“Did you expect me to have you do something naughty?”
“No. Yes. Well, it was a test, and you passed,” she states and stands there tall with her hands to her sides.
I curve my mouth and shrug a shoulder, waiting for her to begin.
She looks confused. “Wait. You really expect me to howl? Here? At the museum?”
“Are you scared?”
Those violet eyes grow wide with the challenge as she squares her shoulders, throws her arms back, looks up, and lets out a great big howl into the open San Francisco night. She wildly shakes her head to accentuate the end of her vivacious howl.
From the quick movements of her chest and the incredible smile on her face, Tessa looks like a woman unleashed, jovial and full of life. It’s making my own heart race in anticipation.
“Truth,” I say before she even asks, putting out my cigarette so I’m prepared for anything she’s got.
“What is the most embarrassing nickname you’ve ever had?”
“Porky. I was a chubby kid,” I answer easily. “What is the grossest thing you’ve ever had in your mouth?”
“Escargot,” she states. “Have you ever had your heart broken?”
“Shattered,” I declare. “I’ll take your dare.”
“Dance for one minute with no music.”
I get the feeling she’s been dying to say that, and I try not to disappoint.
With determined steps, I walk right up to her and snake a hand on the small of her waist and another in her smooth, delicate palm, causing her to drop her clutch to the ground.
I sway to the side and feel her soft body mold against my hard one. Her other hand rises to my neck, placing it there with apprehension.
I lift my right foot and begin to move us around, dancing the steps my mom taught me years ago. We move with ease as she lets me lead us around the sculptures, her face stone still as she stares into my shoulder.
I keep my vision glued to her, waiting for her to breathe, let loose, and not be so stiff. It only takes a few seconds for her hand to truly grip my hand as her shoulders drop, releasing any tension she held for that brief moment. She lets out a whisper of a sigh as her body falls into mine, giving in to the dance.
When her eyes meet mine, she whispers, “Truth,” before I can say anything.
The way she’s looking at me lets me know she’s surrendering. Not just to me. To something greater than the two of us.
“When was the last time you felt you were at the right place, at the right time, with the right person?”
“Right now,” she breathes.
I close the gap, pulling her into me, flush against my chest. Her eyes change from violet to a stormy black as I splay my hand further down her back.
Her mouth parts, begging to be kissed, but her eyes are telling a conflicting story. She has a passionate, lustful, and glazed expression, but as her eyes widen and search deep within my soul, I can see the trepidation.
“Are you nervous?” she asks.
I give her my truth. “Petrified.”
Her tongue peaks out, glossing her lower lip, and her eyes glisten as she declares, “I’ll take your dare.”
Her eyes flutter closed, and I slowly lower with every intention to place the most tender of kisses upon her soft lips. Our lips are just a whisper away…
“Bryce Sexton,” a woman loudly says my name from behind a statue, causing us both to jump and turn toward the door.
I drop my head when the sight of Christine comes into view with her hands on her hips and confusion written all over her face. Her determined footsteps make their way toward us as we stand there in an intimate embrace.
“Tessa, I see you’ve met my boss.”
Tessa’s body goes rigid in my arms, her eyes wild with shame. “This is your boss? As in your boss, boss?” The way she drops her voice to ask the question raises an internal alarm. Tessa looks up at me—first confused and then hurt. She pushes against my chest and steps away, putting her back to me.
I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me, and the air that was clear just moments ago is now thick with despair.
Now for the giveaway !!
One (1) winner receives: A signed copy – signed by both authors – of Bryce.
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