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Let’s get one thing straight. I love pu$$y. Effin’. Love. It.
Call me shallow, call me a perv, call me a cocky bastard, but the reason I know there’s a heaven is because God made women.
Because no matter who a woman is, a ball-buster in the courtroom or a flower child at an Avitt Brothers concert, I have the keys to their kingdom, and they all want it.
Until Mariah Sanchez – aka Sparky
She wants me.
I can feel it. I can smell it. But for nine months, sixteen days, twelve hours and forty-seven minutes she’s had my “you know what” in irons. Worse, my mouth and my fingers, too. Locked up in an invisible prison of my own making. And because I’m a stupid idiot, the only person I can blame for my predicament is me.
But that’s about to change…
I’m not sure what I expected when I started reading this book. I do know I wasn’t expecting commentary chapters from the point of view of Harrison Steele’s penis. I burst out laughing when I read that first chapter heading.
Steele is part of a rowing crew, Mariah Sanchez is the Cox Swain, the person who calls the shots so to speak. She is the captain, she navigates and directs the crew.
Their Crew is a winning one and after a particularly interesting celebration, Mariah challenges Steele in a most interesting way, celibacy.
This is a favorite scene.
I press my advantage. “I may not know what your favorite ice-cream is, or how you got the scar above your left eyebrow, but I know how to make you pant until you think you’re going to die from the wanting, and I sure as hell know how to make you shout my name. And while we’re at it — you don’t know me either. So who’s the bigger asshole?”
She rolls her lips together, and for a split second I think she might close the distance between us and kiss me. But it passes as she grins like I just made a deal with the devil. “I think I just made my point.”
I cross my arms. “And what is that?”
She arches a brow. “I’d bet all the money in my bank account that you can’t go without sex in the name of getting to know someone. Or letting someone get to know you.”
“Like hell I can’t,” I growl, chest growing tight at her accusation.
The corner of her mouth curls up. “Yeah? Prove it.”
“I will go without sex as long as it takes wipe that superior looking expression off your face.”
My insult misses the mark, because she snickers and grins broadly. “One. Year.”
I swallow and keep my face carefully neutral. I haven’t gone without sex for more than a few weeks since I lost my virginity to Lara Niedermeyer when I was seventeen.
“Still think you can do it?” she taunts.
I’ll be damned if I let Sparky get the better of me. “Fuck, yes. In fact, if I can’t, I’ll quadruple the money in your bank account. Hell, I’ll make it a million.” How hard can it be, really? I have enough zeroes in my bank account that I won’t miss a mil, not that I plan on letting her best me.
“That’s big talk from a guy with your reputation.”
“And what exactly is my reputation? What did you call me last night? A pussy magnet?”
Her cheeks flush deep red. “Well, you are,” she mutters, dropping her eyes.
I lean forward. So close I can smell last night’s soap on her skin. “And with good reason,” I say, voice dropping to seductive levels as a very wicked thought enters my head. “And when I win this stupid wager, you’re going to give me something in return.”
“And what is that?” she asks a little breathlessly.
Tessa Layne. Pu$$y Magnet: A Titans of Tech Novel (Kindle Locations 324-343). Shady Layne Media.
As this challenge plays out, Steele finds himself more and more attracted to ‘Sparky’. She is very off limits because she is part of the Crew.
Interestingly enough, in spite of his randy reputation, Sparky find herself falling for Steele.
I laughed a lot in this book, the penis commentary is hilarious. The romantic tension fun, and the outcome perfect!
I can’t wait to read the ‘downfall’ of the next lusty member of this Crew.
5 Contented Purrs for Tessa!
Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!
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