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They say an eye for an eye, and God knows I deserve every punishment for the things I’ve done. But when Alison comes sweeping into my life like an angel of death, begging for mercy is the last thing on my mind.
Nicholas aka Nico Case has been played. Not only did his ex-wife take him for a bundle, she also emptied their joint accounts. To top it off his ‘friend’ and accountant let it happen.
With his trust fund locked by his father, Nico is broke and decides to take his brother Declan up on his offer to stay at his new vineyard. What he finds is a bottle of Grappa on the table and dives into it before crashing on the couch.
Alison is Declan’s winemaker, she was highly recommended by Danny who has connections just about everywhere. She has some secrets, but she never expected Nicholas Case to show up on her couch in the middle of the night.
This is a favorite scene.
She lets out a squeak and lowers the pan, a dusky flush creeping across her chest. “I work for Declan,” she grits indignantly. “But you still haven’t told me who you are.”
I drop my head- it takes too much effort to be upright at the moment, and I study her through half-lidded eyes. What kind of game is she playing here? She’s looking at me like she knows me. Really knows me. But I swear I’ve never seen her before in my life. I don’t recognize her voice, or her body. And I’m pretty sure, once the err… creative face covering is removed, I’m not going to recognize her face either. “I think you know who I am.” I don’t have the energy to be coy.
She lets out a sigh. “You’re Nicholas Case, aren’t you?”
“Nico.” I raise my wrists again. “I’d shake your hand…” I shrug.
“Why are you here? Declan didn’t mention anything about visitors.”
The stabbing above my left eye starts again. “He invited me here weeks ago. Ask him.” I crack open an eye, immediately drawn to dark buds puckered tight and pushing through the sheer fabric, teasing me with how untouchable they are. They might as well be eyeing me through a glass wall. I force myself back to neutral territory. “So you’re the foreman? Very progressive of Dec.”
She makes that squeaky noise deep in her throat again. “Hardly. I’m the winemaker.”
That makes me sit up, albeit too fast, as my head angrily reminds me.
“Wait. Dec’s making wine?” Sonofagun. He’s never shown the faintest interest.
“No. I’m making wine. That’s why he hired me. That’s why-” She shakes her head. “Why’m I telling you this?”
I flash her a mischievous grin. “Because I’m the kind of guy women love to confide in.” Not. So not. If anything, I was the kind of guy mothers forbid their daughters to date. But maybe I’m about to turn over a new leaf.
She’s not buying it. She scoffs. “Good to know you’re still a bullshitter,” she retorts with a huff.
“Wait. Do we know each other?”
She freezes, but it’s so fucking hard to read her with that thing covering her face, I can’t tell what she’s thinking. “No,” she says firmly with a shake of her head. “The papers have said all anyone needs to know about you.” Truth. My brothers and I have been fodder for both the society pages and the gossip rags since we were probably sixteen. But she’d only know that if she’s from here. “What did you say your name was?”
She cocks her head, eyes narrowing. “Alison.”
Her mouth thins as if she’s having some kind of inner battle with herself. “Alison Walker.”
“A pleasure to meet you. Alison.” I catch her eyes and let my mouth linger over her name. It’s as sensuous on the tongue as her body would be underneath me. If only we could resolve the small issue of the duct tape.
Something hot flares in the deep dark depths of her eyes, and she clears her throat. “Stay here.”
Like I’m going anywhere. I stare unabashedly as she turns and hurries down the hall, still clutching the frying pan. Her barely-there nighty barely covering the plump curves of her ass as it sways in time with her hips.
Maybe there’s a silver lining in this nightmare after all.
Tessa Layne. Mr. Red (Kindle Locations 176-177). Shady Layne Media.
I really got a kick out of these two. Alison puts Nico to work and even while he grumbles he has to respect what she is doing with the vineyard.
The hot and heavy relationship develops quickly, but of course the rest of Nico’s family crap has to rear it’s ugly head.
A page turning read with a surprise or three. I can’t wait to read Danny’s story in Mr. Whiskey.
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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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