JC Harroway Takes Readers On A Hot and Mesmerizing Journey
In this spicy DARE story, playing by the rules never looked so bad…or so fun.
A Week To Be Wild, Harlequin Dare
In A Week To Be Wild, JC Harroway introduces readers to a smart, sexy billionaire who loves adventure and a business-minded marketing professional who lives and breathes her work.
With Olivia Noble in town for a business conference, Alex Lancaster sees this as his chance to gain her savvy marketing skills for the important charity he started. He didn’t expect to hold such intense chemistry with Libby, but since he does, he’ll gladly take that bonus if it means getting both her mind and her body as his. Too bad the last thing Libby wants is another guy calling the shots.
She craves control. He craves her.
Alex manages to convince Libby to help but not before she gets him to agree to a new kind of deal. She’ll help him with his business and agree to explore the sexual chemistry between them while she’s in town—if he agrees to let her be in control of the sex.
Steamy with a side of intense, A Week To Be Wild is a compelling and engrossing read that easily carries readers from one page to the next. Alex and Libby are an intriguing and likable pair, which makes reading about them a lot of fun.
Hot, sexy, and boldly daring, A Week To Be Wild by JC Harroway is a sizzling erotic romance that readers will be hard pressed to put down. Excellent story and fantastic characters bridge to make this book a memorable and magnetic read.
ABOUT A WEEK TO BE WILD
A Week to Be Wild
Pub Date: February 1, 2018
A daring game of temptation
She’ll play his game—but only by her rules!
Alex Lancaster is an adrenaline junkie. He’s also a sexy British billionaire who should come with his own warning signs. When Libby insists she’s done with men who live on the edge, Alex coaxes her out of her comfort zone—professionally and very, very personally. Libby’s taking a high-stakes gamble, but the payoff could win her everything…
Copyright © 2018 A Week to Be Wild by JC Harroway
The man occupying her thoughts swept up beside her on a cloud of freshly showered deliciousness, his hand taking a proprietorial hold of the back of her barstool and his smoky, heavy-lidded smile stripping her naked.
‘Hi.’ Libby closed her slack-jawed mouth and swiveled to face him, turning her back on the stranger, never one to pass up a golden opportunity. She hated rudeness, but if Beer Breath was too stubborn or thick-skulled to take the hint…
Alex kept his stare on her, his smile genuine and warm enough to melt her underwear clean off, and then signaled the waiter with a flick of his wrist.
Libby sensed the moment when Beer Breath slinked away, and the hairs on the back of her neck settled—but only temporarily, because Alex hadn’t taken his eyes off her. In fact, he was looking at her as if he was seconds from devouring her whole.
She shivered, delicious tendrils snaking to all her erogenous zones. ‘What are you doing here?’ Libby took a slug of her previously untouched drink, the burn calming her enough to meet his bold stare with one of her own.
‘I came to invite you out for a late supper. I was on my way to Reception and then I spotted you here.’ His hand slid from the back of her stool, and he settled into the one next to her, passing his order to the waiter before returning his disconcerting focus to her.
She stared back, lost for words and missing the proximity of his hand on her chair. He was close enough that his warmth traversed the space between them, but far enough away that she battled her body’s urge to sway closer. And keep on swaying.
‘What?’ One corner of his mouth kicked up. ‘What kind of host would I be if I left you to fend for yourself on your first night in a strange city?’
She couldn’t help the snort that left her. ‘The non-stalker kind…?’
He took the jibe with a cocksure arch of one brow, sipping wine while his poised stare flicked over her face from feature to feature.
Libby flushed hot all over. The ‘stalker’ comment had been beneath her. He hadn’t once touched her, hadn’t bought her drink, hadn’t tried to grab her phone, hadn’t even chased away her unwanted admirer—he had simply given her the out she’d wanted. The rest was all her.
What was wrong with her? Rudeness to a generous host and influential employer? All because he’d awoken needs within her? Needs too long dormant. Needs she’d never had before. Needs threatening to overwhelm her in their intensity.
Hardly his fault.
ABOUT JC HARROWAY
Lifelong romance addict J.C. Harroway lives in New Zealand. Writing feeds her very real obsession with happy endings and the endorphin rush they create.You can follow her at https://jcharroway.com/
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