Xpresso Book Tours is hosting a giveaway in honor of the Naughty Nine Boxed Set‘s debut.
Who’s in the Naughty 9? Glad you asked!
This is an adult romance boxed set, featuring books “where danger and passion collide.” Inside you’ll find:
- Stop in the Name of Love by New York Times Best Selling author Nina Bruhns
- Deathblow by New York Times Best Selling author Dana Marton
- A Girl, A Guy And A Ghost by Patricia Mason
- Everything He Never Wanted by Mary Leo
- Red Rock Rises by Taylor Lee
- Dirty Little Secrets by New York Times Best Selling author Julie Leto
- Sex is Murder by Rita Heron
- Saved by Lorhainne Eckhart
- Snowbound by USA Today Best Selling author Karen Fenech, and
- Secret Identity by New York Times Best Selling author Jill Sanders
A NAUGHTY EXCERPT FROM EVERYTHING HE NEVER WANTED
Billionaire Antonio Milani came to London to recover what is his: a rare, signed copy of Oliver Twist. Instead, finds himself falling for the woman he suspects is involved in an international ring of book thieves.
Despite his distaste for what she’d done, he immediately went hard gazing at the long line of her magnificent back, all her luscious curves and her naked butt. She seemed much rounder and with more delicious curves in the soft glow of moonlight peeking in through the sheer curtains on the window. Her legs were longer and more muscular than he remembered, but then he didn’t remember much about that night. Plus there was something on the small of her back, right above her sweet butt, but he couldn’t make it out. Even her hair had a much deeper tone to it, although there were dark shadows over the upper part of her body and he couldn’t really see much above her shoulders.
He closed the door behind him and stripped naked figuring he’d get the sex out of the way, then in the morning she’d return his book and he’d be out of there before breakfast.
An easy, sensuous exchange, one they would both thoroughly enjoy.
Within moments he slipped onto the bed and wrapped his arms around the woman who liked to play with fire.
As soon as he nuzzled her sweet neck, taking in her musky perfume, she said, “I sleep with a gun under my pillow, and my hand is on the trigger. I’m an excellent marksman, and if you don’t leave right now I’ll put a bullet in your head.”
Antonio jumped out of bed and was out of the bedroom faster than his thoughts could catch up to his mouth. “Wait! What? Holy crap, woman! It’s me.”
“Me who?” a voice shouted from the bedroom as Antonio stood in the middle of the living room, shaking from fear, his heart beating faster than a humming bird’s, adrenalin gushing through his veins. He felt as though he was going to pass out, but then he took a couple deep breaths and regained clarity.
“The house guest you invited.” He dashed behind the sofa, as if it could serve as some sort of protection from a screaming bullet.
An unfamiliar face peeked out from the doorway, the rest of her body hiding behind the wall, then she disappeared back inside the bedroom.
“Okay. Okay. I’m confused. I don’t know who you are, or what you’ve done with Jackie, but please just throw me my clothes and I’ll get out of here.”
His clothes flew out of the bedroom, along with his shoes, one at a time, without the girl showing her face. Antonio ran up the short hallway and quickly scooped up everything, but couldn’t seem to manage getting anything on. He was shaking too much. Instead he ran back down the hallway holding his things in a tight ball in front of him. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but I’m a . . . friend of Jackie’s. She invited me.”
“How do I know you’re telling me the truth? You just broke in.”
“I didn’t break in. She gave me the key.”
He couldn’t believe he was having a conversation with someone who had just threatened to kill him.
After a long silence, the girl said, “What’s your name and how do you know Jackie?”
“Antonio Milani. I met her in New York. We . . . I . . . I’m here to retrieve something that belongs to me.”
“Shit,” he heard the girl say.
“Everything okay in there?”
“You’re that Antonio Milani?”
“Is there another one?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Good, because I thought I was special.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He tried to placate the gun toting lunatic in the bedroom, but he really needed to know who she was. “Who are you?”
Antonio’s potential shooter slowly came into view at the end of the hallway. She flipped on a light switch and he could see that she was wearing stretchy tights that showcased bunnies in various colors hopping down her legs, and a white tee with a huge bunny with floppy ears that seemed to outline her full round breasts. Her thick auburn hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail on the top of her head. Her empty hands were at her sides.
No gun of any kind . . . just bunnies.
He let out the breath he’d been holding. His shooter wore bunnies?
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