#Review – The Affair by @BethKery

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NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED
THE COMPLETE NOVEL

Available for the first time as a complete novel—the serial from the New York Times bestselling author that explores the dynamics of power and sex between two people who set the rules of desire…only to shatter them.

When unconventional hospice nurse Emma Shore secured a new position at the Breakers, the sprawling mansion of enigmatic and dangerously handsome racecar billionaire Michael Montand, she had no idea how soon she’d be drawn into his darker sexual games—or that it would be her own fantasies that would hold her captive.

Michael knew he shouldn’t have engaged such an innocent woman to share in his desires. But strong sexual appetites and selfishness run in his blood.

From Michael’s luxurious lakeside home to the sun-drenched, sensual shores of the French Riviera, Emma submits again and again to his intoxicating power. But she knows there is only one way to protect her heart.

The affair will continue, but under her conditions: Only she can end it, and when it’s over, they will part and never speak again of the things they dared to do behind locked doors.

MY REVIEW

The Affair by Beth Kery
Emma & Vanni
I LIKED IT
4 Stars

So I purchased this back in Nov. and love Beth Kery books, but for some reason I didn’t love this one. I liked it a lot and I got swooned a time or two, but all in all it was just ok for me.

Emma is a hospice nurse and a good one at that. She’s good to her patients and her patients are good FOR her. Her life seems to be on an even keel most days, but when she meets the man who is paying the bills for one of her patients, she kind of knocked off her game a bit.

Vanni is a rich asshole with a huge chip on his shoulders. He’s faced death and deceit too many times now that he’s just become hugely ridged and cold. Until he meets Emma!

I actually just found out that this was like 8 stories in one. Jeeze, that’s a lot of little books! I found it funny at times, sad at others, and mostly kind of hum drum. Don’t get me wrong, it was a good story, but (for me) lacked pizzazz and not enough highs and lows. The conclusion was good, but still not too exciting. The pacing was a little slow, but the storyline was good.

★✩★NEW RELEASE & REVIEW: Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2) by Beth Kery★✩★

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From the New York Times bestselling author of Glimmer,Because You Are Mine, When I’m With You, and The Affair, the latest novel in the suspenseful and sensual new series about power, sex, and the secrets that can tear us apart, body and soul…

Alice Reed never dreamed she’d escape the stigma of her disturbing past. That’s why she was shocked when, out of the blue, she was recruited to join the elite Durand Enterprises by the enigmatic CEO himself, Dylan Fall. The erotic charge between them was fast and deliciously forbidden. But as Alice opened up to worlds she’d never known, everything changed once again with a stunning discovery: there’s much, much more concealed in the shadows of Alice’s troubling childhood, and her life is about to change forever.

Now, with another piece of the puzzle of Alice’s identity revealed, a mysterious adversary plots to destroy it all—and Dylan is determined to protect her. But as Alice’s sexual addiction to Dylan turns helplessly to love, she can’t help but wonder: how deeply can she really trust him? What were his true motives in drawing her close to him? And what other secrets does he know about her past that even she has yet to learn?

Includes a teaser for Beth Kery’s next novel

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✰✰MY REVIEW✰✰

Glow by Beth Kery
Dylan & Alice Continued…
BANG… GO TEAM RED!!

So, this is the succeeding installment and conclusion in the Glimmer and Glow series. It was just as gripping if not more so than the initial book. I’ll admit I didn’t want to throw my kindle across the room so much with this one, but I did acquire the white knuckle syndrome a time or two. This one keeps you on your toes and maintains a constant “who done it” feel.

Alice is still one of my favorites. If I had to be one character from this book, it would be Alice. She’s still as strong as ever and her demeanor never waivers. She’s faced with so much turmoil and chaos that most people would have folded by now, but not her. Alice seems to be on a mission to find out who she is, where she belongs, and who she can trust along the way. She never once felt weak or pathetic to me in fact quite the opposite. This woman has charm, smarts, and a rockin’ bod to boot. Love me some Alice Reed!

Dylan, I guess lightened up a bit in this one. He doesn’t seem as mysterious and puzzling. He is however kind of a pain in the ass! At times I wish he would have revealed more than he does, but I guess that just made the story that much more interesting. He’s still the CEO of Durand and he’s still Alice’s biggest advocate, but he still manages to piss me off a time or two. Dylan has his suspicions as to who the “bad guy” is but can’t quite fit all the puzzle pieces together, this in itself frustrated me to no end.

The supporting characters cast is the pretty much the same as the first book. Thad, Brooke, Kuvi, and that SOB Sebastian. I reviewed the first book telling you that I hated Thad and Brooke and if they changed their ways I’d recant my earlier statement, well… I wouldn’t say exactly that they miraculously turned into good peeps, but they seemed to “grow up” a bit and became more enjoyable characters to read about. As for Sebastian, I let you figure him out on your own. I know I wanted to throw that fucker off a cliff!

The storyline is very compelling. It’s gripped me from the very beginning. The dialogue flowed yet the pacing was a little sluggish. I found myself skipping around at times just to read the conversations, but other than that, the tension and stress leading up the climax was pretty spot on.

4 Stars

ARC provided by publisher for an honest review

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Beth Kery is the New York Times and USA Today best selling author of over thirty novels, novellas and serials. She writes contemporary romances as well as erotic contemporary romances, her hallmarks being emotional intensity, leap-off-the-page realistic characters and steamy sexual tension.

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╰☆╮Review & New Release: Glimmer (Glimmer & Glow #1) by Beth Kery╰☆╮

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From the New York Times bestselling author of Because You Are Mine, a scorching new novel about forbidden desire…

After graduating from her M.B.A. program, Alice Reed is surprised when she’s recruited for the management training experience at legendary Camp Durand, owned by Durand Inc.’s young, billionaire CEO, Dylan Fall. The company usually recruits from Ivy League schools, not insignificant colleges like Alice’s.

Alice enthusiastically accepts, but she still wonders why Dylan would choose a girl from the wrong side of the tracks for the prestigious program. But after a passionate encounter one night, she discovers exactly why—Dylan wants her, and Alice can hardly resist his fierce sexual appetites, though she is amazed that she could appeal to an experienced, sophisticated man like Dylan.

As Dylan introduces her to thrilling, erotic territory, Alice discovers a delicious new part of herself. Night after night, she steals away to find ecstasy and escape in Dylan’s arms. But behind her lover’s powerfully magnetic facade, Alice senses darkness, secrets from Dylan’s past lurking in his beautiful, lonely mansion—secrets that are starting to haunt Alice. And the ghosts of the truth might tear Dylan and Alice apart forever . . .

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REVIEW

 

 

Glimmer by Beth Kery
Dylan & Alice
CAMP DURAND HERE I COME

This story kept me on the edge of my seat almost until the very last page. I’m not entirely sure I liked that or loved it or downright hated it. What I do know is that the story was very well written and its characters very well developed. It boasts a wealth of emotions from happiness to despair and at the same time turning you on and turning you off. It starts out as one story and seems to end as another.

Dylan Fall seems to be your typical CEO at first but don’t be like Alice judge a book by its cover. He’s a very smart and shrewd businessman but on the same token his heart is huge and his love of the Durand Camp goes very deep. While dealing with his own demons from the past he seems to keep a firm grip on the present. He may have had ulterior motives for selecting Alice to be a camp counselor but she excelled at her tasks. Atta Girl!!!

Alice Reed is my hero in every way. How does Miss Kery put it… “Alice is a goddess disguised as a bad girl math geek…” Raised in filthy conditions and doomed to fail she pulled herself out of the ruins that would be her life and persevered. She’s smart, she’s funny, and she’s the best damn camp counselor Durand has ever seen. Although she may seem like she’s going crazy at times but who can blame her with seeing and hearing ghost. I know I’d be shaking in my shoes.

Great supporting character cast, however I’m not feeling the love for most of them at this point and I think I have a good reason but I’ll wait until I read the next installment. Thad Shaffer, Brooke Seifert, and Tori Hastings can all kiss my ass at this point. If they turn out to be something better than what I believe them to be I will recant that statement but something tells me that they are also not what they seem. I’m also a little leery of Durand’s head of Human Resources, Sebastian Kehoe. The guy doesn’t have much dialogue but whatever it is, he seems to rub me the wrong way. Kuvi, Alice’s roomie is ok at this point but I’m not holding my breath!

To wrap this up I found the story extremely exciting and jam packed with tons of suspense. The sexual magnetism between Dylan and Alice is excellent and kept me glued to the pages. The pacing isn’t exactly fast but it’s also not slow. Miss Kery seems to go in great detail when explaining situations, surroundings, and characters. One thing I appreciate is the fact that the writing style still seemed effortless to read. I cannot wait to read the next installment and find out what’s in store for Dylan and Alice and the rest of the Durand camp.

ARC provided by publisher for an honest review

5 Stars

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EXCERPT

After nearly an hour of intense question and answering, he tipped his forearm and glanced at his watch.

“You’re a statistical trend spotter, aren’t you?” he asked casually, referring to her ability to absorb data and quickly break it down into meaningful trends, spot anomalies, and even predict outcomes.

“I suppose you could call me that,” Alice said.

“Are you a savant?”

“No,” she denied tensely. The word savant labeled her as a freak. All she wanted was to go unnoticed. Freaks didn’t blend in. “I just have a decent feel for numbers and what they mean.”

“You have a phenomenal feel. A rare gift,” he corrected, his deep voice making her spine prickle again in heightened awareness. “I think you’ve informed me of just about everything I need to know,” he suddenly said briskly, his gaze on the papers on the desk. Alice eased forward in her chair, recognizing the end of the interview. “I was wondering—were you interested specifically in
Durand Enterprises before you began the philanthropy study?”

She shook her head. “No. I mean . . . I knew about it, of course. I was familiar with both its corporate success and philanthropic emphasis.”

“Ah. I was under the impression from your advisor that you were the one who first suggested Durand for the study,” he said.

“I might have been. I’m a business major,” she said shrugging. “Durand Enterprises is one of the most successful businesses in the world.”

He took off his glasses, his gaze on her sharp.

“Are there any questions you have for me?” he asked after a pause in which Alice had to force herself not to squirm.

“How many people will be chosen as Camp Durand counselors?”

“Fifteen. We try to keep the camper-to-counselor ratio as low as possible, while offering scholarships to as many of the kids as we can. New-participant numbers remain fairly steady, but the returning campers have to keep a clean legal record and pass several random drug tests if they have a history, in addition to maintaining an acceptable grade point average. As you probably already know, the camp focuses on junior high and high school-aged kids. Each counselor usually has around ten kids on his or her team.”

“So only nine counselors make the cut to become a Durand manager,” she reflected. “Do you honestly think that this setup—a summer camp on the shores of Lake Michigan for three weeks—really gives Durand the information it needs to hire top notch executives?” she asked skeptically. “It seems a little”—silly, she said in the privacy of her brain—“odd to expect business graduate students to have the necessary experience. We’re not social workers or teachers. Or babysitters.”

He flashed her a glance when she mumbled the last under her breath.

“You’re not expected to be any of those. Well . . . maybe teacher, but not in the classic sense. There are regular, experienced staff at Camp Durand—cabin and grounds supervisors around the clock. It’s true, though, that the counselors play a crucial role in the camper’s experience. The Durand counselors are, essentially, the face of leadership and support to each individual camper. We offer a weeklong training period to the counselors, so they know what to expect. That training program is similar to many management retreats utilized around the world by companies to hone leadership skills. But that’s only the beginning. Then the kids arrive, and the challenge really begins. What’s required to succeed as a counselor—and as a Durand executive—is a large measure of ingenuity, leadership, people skills, and humanity. Those are qualities we’ve been unable to measure adequately from a resume, recommendation letters—which are almost always glowing—and a few interviews. Camp Durand works for us, no matter how unconventional it may seem. It’s worked for us for decades. The executive contestants are under nearly constant observation for four weeks: one week of training and the three weeks while the children are there. Their schedule is arduous. They’re considered to be on the clock from seven thirty in the morning until nine p. m., when the night supervisory staff takes over for them. They’re expected to work Saturdays until three, with only Sundays off. It’s not enough to brag about qualities of leadership, planning, intelligence, innovation, salesmanship, compassion, determination, hard work, and courage: The counselors have to demonstrate those skills daily with a group of children, some of whom have been labeled as criminal, uncooperative, manipulative, lazy, or unreachable. It’s a lot harder that it sounds at first blush,” he said, his mild tone in direct contrast to his lancing stare.

“So Durand does it again. It combines philanthropy—no, it uses it—to optimize the bottom line.”

His smile was closemouthed, slashing . . . dangerous.

“Yes, I understand. That’s the way you would view it,” he mused as if to himself, sounding not at all concerned by her pessimism as he leaned back in his chair. His stare on her made her feel like a wreck he was considering making into a project. It was a cold, sharp knife, that stare, so Alice couldn’t figure out why it made her sweat so bad.

“Would you be adverse to accepting a position at such a seemingly mercenary organization?” he asked.

“No,” she replied without pause.

His gleaming brows arched. “Ah. So you’re a little mercenary yourself.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m not stupid, if that’s what you mean.”

He gave a gruff bark of laughter. “No one could accuse you of stupidity,” he said with a swift glance at her paperwork spread across the desk. He stood abruptly. Alice jumped up like she’d been released after being held down on springs.

“This has been enlightening,” he said briskly, holding out his hand. They shook. “We’ll be making our decision on finalists for Camp Durand within the next two weeks. Chicago-area colleges and universities were Sebastian Kehoe’s last stop on the recruitment tour. We’ll be in contact.”

“Right.”

His eyes flashed. She grimaced. She hadn’t meant to sound sarcastic, but recognized she had. Well, at least this fiasco was over with. Now she had all the valuable interviewing experience either she or Maggie could ever want for her. Everything after Dylan Fall would be trite. She had a future full of
cakewalk interviews before she landed her new, realistic job. Probably a boring, entry-level, menial one given the current job market.

She turned to go.

“Alice.”

She came to an abrupt halt, pausing in the action of reaching for the door. She didn’t care for the fact that she looked over her shoulder with a measure of eagerness. It was hard not to crave every glance she could get of Dylan Fall. Despite the fact that he intimidated her, he was one hell of a sight.

“I know a man—he’s a member of the Durand board, in fact—who grew up in the Austin neighborhood on the west side of Chicago,” Fall said. “Are you familiar with that neighborhood?”

She studied him narrowly, trying to see his angle and failing.

“Yeah. It’s one of the worst in the city.”

“Worse than Little Paradise.”

She barely repressed a snort. Mr. Slick, Gorgeous CEO in his immaculate Italian suit had a lot of nerve, presuming to know about Little Paradise. He noticed her flash of disdain, because his brows rose in a silent, pointed query.

“There’s nothing worse than urban hillbillies, Mr. Fall,” she explained with a small, apologetic smile. “I don’t know how much you actually know about Little Paradise, but that’s a pretty apt descriptor for who lives in the trailer park there. It’s just that in our case, the ‘hill’ is a giant garbage dump.”

She’d been trying to use levity. She must have only sounded flippant, though, because he looked very sober.

“My point is, Durand doesn’t just offer philanthropy to needy kids to get publicity and prime photo ops, and then drop them off on the streets and forget about them. The man I’m speaking of rose through the ranks, starting as a Camp Durand camper when he was twelve years old. People-building isn’t an empty philosophy at Durand. We want the best, no matter where the best comes from.”

She realized belatedly she’d turned and was staring at him now full in the face. Searching. Suspicious.

Hopeful.

Against her will, her gaze flickered down over his snow-white tailored dress shirt and light blue silk tie. A vivid, shocking impression popped into her head of sliding her fingers beneath that crisp cotton and touching warm skin, her palm gliding against the ridges and hollows of bone and dense, lean muscle. Her gaze dropped to his hands.

Just the thought of his hands sliding across her skin made her lungs freeze.

I’ll bet he could play me perfectly. He just looks like he knows his way around a woman’s body. He’d do things to me I’ve never even imagined.

They were completely inappropriate thoughts, but that didn’t halt her instinctive reaction. Need rushed through her like a shock to the flesh, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Her thighs tightened, as if to contain that unexpected flash fire.

Maybe it was because her few former lovers suddenly seemed young and clumsy in comparison to Dylan Fall?

Her stare leapt guiltily to his face. His dark brows slanted dangerously, but he also looked a little . . . startled? His eyes flickered downward, just like hers had. She hunched her shoulders slightly at the web work of sensation that tingled the skin of her breasts, tightening her nipples against her bra.

The whole scoring, nonverbal exchange lasted all of three ephemeral seconds.

Her hand curled into a fist when she recognized she’d let her guard drop.

“I’m happy for your friend. But I’m not a charity project,” she said.

“Neither was he.”

She flinched slightly at the stinging authority of his reply. Dylan Fall was a little scary in that moment.

“We’ll be in touch,” he repeated, looking down at the desk in a preoccupied fashion, and she knew she’d imagined not only that spark of mutual lust, but his cold, clear anger at her pitiful display of insubordination.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Beth Kery is the New York Times and USA Today best selling author of over thirty novels, novellas and serials. She writes contemporary romances as well as erotic contemporary romances, her hallmarks being emotional intensity, leap-off-the-page realistic characters and steamy sexual tension.

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From the New York Times bestselling author of Because You Are Mine, a scorching new novel about forbidden desire…

After graduating from her M.B.A. program, Alice Reed is surprised when she’s recruited for the management training experience at legendary Camp Durand, owned by Durand Inc.’s young, billionaire CEO, Dylan Fall. The company usually recruits from Ivy League schools, not insignificant colleges like Alice’s.

Alice enthusiastically accepts, but she still wonders why Dylan would choose a girl from the wrong side of the tracks for the prestigious program. But after a passionate encounter one night, she discovers exactly why—Dylan wants her, and Alice can hardly resist his fierce sexual appetites, though she is amazed that she could appeal to an experienced, sophisticated man like Dylan.

As Dylan introduces her to thrilling, erotic territory, Alice discovers a delicious new part of herself. Night after night, she steals away to find ecstasy and escape in Dylan’s arms. But behind her lover’s powerfully magnetic facade, Alice senses darkness, secrets from Dylan’s past lurking in his beautiful, lonely mansion—secrets that are starting to haunt Alice. And the ghosts of the truth might tear Dylan and Alice apart forever . . .

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EXCERPT

 

After nearly an hour of intense question and answering, he tipped his forearm and glanced at his watch.

“You’re a statistical trend spotter, aren’t you?” he asked casually, referring to her ability to absorb data and quickly break it down into meaningful trends, spot anomalies, and even predict outcomes.

“I suppose you could call me that,” Alice said.

“Are you a savant?”

“No,” she denied tensely. The word savant labeled her as a freak. All she wanted was to go unnoticed. Freaks didn’t blend in. “I just have a decent feel for numbers and what they mean.”

“You have a phenomenal feel. A rare gift,” he corrected, his deep voice making her spine prickle again in heightened awareness. “I think you’ve informed me of just about everything I need to know,” he suddenly said briskly, his gaze on the papers on the desk. Alice eased forward in her chair, recognizing the end of the interview. “I was wondering—were you interested specifically in
Durand Enterprises before you began the philanthropy study?”

She shook her head. “No. I mean . . . I knew about it, of course. I was familiar with both its corporate success and philanthropic emphasis.”

“Ah. I was under the impression from your advisor that you were the one who first suggested Durand for the study,” he said.

“I might have been. I’m a business major,” she said shrugging. “Durand Enterprises is one of the most successful businesses in the world.”

He took off his glasses, his gaze on her sharp.

“Are there any questions you have for me?” he asked after a pause in which Alice had to force herself not to squirm.

“How many people will be chosen as Camp Durand counselors?”

“Fifteen. We try to keep the camper-to-counselor ratio as low as possible, while offering scholarships to as many of the kids as we can. New-participant numbers remain fairly steady, but the returning campers have to keep a clean legal record and pass several random drug tests if they have a history, in addition to maintaining an acceptable grade point average. As you probably already know, the camp focuses on junior high and high school-aged kids. Each counselor usually has around ten kids on his or her team.”

“So only nine counselors make the cut to become a Durand manager,” she reflected. “Do you honestly think that this setup—a summer camp on the shores of Lake Michigan for three weeks—really gives Durand the information it needs to hire top notch executives?” she asked skeptically. “It seems a little”—silly, she said in the privacy of her brain—“odd to expect business graduate students to have the necessary experience. We’re not social workers or teachers. Or babysitters.”

He flashed her a glance when she mumbled the last under her breath.

“You’re not expected to be any of those. Well . . . maybe teacher, but not in the classic sense. There are regular, experienced staff at Camp Durand—cabin and grounds supervisors around the clock. It’s true, though, that the counselors play a crucial role in the camper’s experience. The Durand counselors are, essentially, the face of leadership and support to each individual camper. We offer a weeklong training period to the counselors, so they know what to expect. That training program is similar to many management retreats utilized around the world by companies to hone leadership skills. But that’s only the beginning. Then the kids arrive, and the challenge really begins. What’s required to succeed as a counselor—and as a Durand executive—is a large measure of ingenuity, leadership, people skills, and humanity. Those are qualities we’ve been unable to measure adequately from a resume, recommendation letters—which are almost always glowing—and a few interviews. Camp Durand works for us, no matter how unconventional it may seem. It’s worked for us for decades. The executive contestants are under nearly constant observation for four weeks: one week of training and the three weeks while the children are there. Their schedule is arduous. They’re considered to be on the clock from seven thirty in the morning until nine p. m., when the night supervisory staff takes over for them. They’re expected to work Saturdays until three, with only Sundays off. It’s not enough to brag about qualities of leadership, planning, intelligence, innovation, salesmanship, compassion, determination, hard work, and courage: The counselors have to demonstrate those skills daily with a group of children, some of whom have been labeled as criminal, uncooperative, manipulative, lazy, or unreachable. It’s a lot harder that it sounds at first blush,” he said, his mild tone in direct contrast to his lancing stare.

“So Durand does it again. It combines philanthropy—no, it uses it—to optimize the bottom line.”

His smile was closemouthed, slashing . . . dangerous.

“Yes, I understand. That’s the way you would view it,” he mused as if to himself, sounding not at all concerned by her pessimism as he leaned back in his chair. His stare on her made her feel like a wreck he was considering making into a project. It was a cold, sharp knife, that stare, so Alice couldn’t figure out why it made her sweat so bad.

“Would you be adverse to accepting a position at such a seemingly mercenary organization?” he asked.

“No,” she replied without pause.

His gleaming brows arched. “Ah. So you’re a little mercenary yourself.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m not stupid, if that’s what you mean.”

He gave a gruff bark of laughter. “No one could accuse you of stupidity,” he said with a swift glance at her paperwork spread across the desk. He stood abruptly. Alice jumped up like she’d been released after being held down on springs.

“This has been enlightening,” he said briskly, holding out his hand. They shook. “We’ll be making our decision on finalists for Camp Durand within the next two weeks. Chicago-area colleges and universities were Sebastian Kehoe’s last stop on the recruitment tour. We’ll be in contact.”

“Right.”

His eyes flashed. She grimaced. She hadn’t meant to sound sarcastic, but recognized she had. Well, at least this fiasco was over with. Now she had all the valuable interviewing experience either she or Maggie could ever want for her. Everything after Dylan Fall would be trite. She had a future full of
cakewalk interviews before she landed her new, realistic job. Probably a boring, entry-level, menial one given the current job market.

She turned to go.

“Alice.”

She came to an abrupt halt, pausing in the action of reaching for the door. She didn’t care for the fact that she looked over her shoulder with a measure of eagerness. It was hard not to crave every glance she could get of Dylan Fall. Despite the fact that he intimidated her, he was one hell of a sight.

“I know a man—he’s a member of the Durand board, in fact—who grew up in the Austin neighborhood on the west side of Chicago,” Fall said. “Are you familiar with that neighborhood?”

She studied him narrowly, trying to see his angle and failing.

“Yeah. It’s one of the worst in the city.”

“Worse than Little Paradise.”

She barely repressed a snort. Mr. Slick, Gorgeous CEO in his immaculate Italian suit had a lot of nerve, presuming to know about Little Paradise. He noticed her flash of disdain, because his brows rose in a silent, pointed query.

“There’s nothing worse than urban hillbillies, Mr. Fall,” she explained with a small, apologetic smile. “I don’t know how much you actually know about Little Paradise, but that’s a pretty apt descriptor for who lives in the trailer park there. It’s just that in our case, the ‘hill’ is a giant garbage dump.”

She’d been trying to use levity. She must have only sounded flippant, though, because he looked very sober.

“My point is, Durand doesn’t just offer philanthropy to needy kids to get publicity and prime photo ops, and then drop them off on the streets and forget about them. The man I’m speaking of rose through the ranks, starting as a Camp Durand camper when he was twelve years old. People-building isn’t an empty philosophy at Durand. We want the best, no matter where the best comes from.”

She realized belatedly she’d turned and was staring at him now full in the face. Searching. Suspicious.

Hopeful.

Against her will, her gaze flickered down over his snow-white tailored dress shirt and light blue silk tie. A vivid, shocking impression popped into her head of sliding her fingers beneath that crisp cotton and touching warm skin, her palm gliding against the ridges and hollows of bone and dense, lean muscle. Her gaze dropped to his hands.

Just the thought of his hands sliding across her skin made her lungs freeze.

I’ll bet he could play me perfectly. He just looks like he knows his way around a woman’s body. He’d do things to me I’ve never even imagined.

They were completely inappropriate thoughts, but that didn’t halt her instinctive reaction. Need rushed through her like a shock to the flesh, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Her thighs tightened, as if to contain that unexpected flash fire.

Maybe it was because her few former lovers suddenly seemed young and clumsy in comparison to Dylan Fall?

Her stare leapt guiltily to his face. His dark brows slanted dangerously, but he also looked a little . . . startled? His eyes flickered downward, just like hers had. She hunched her shoulders slightly at the web work of sensation that tingled the skin of her breasts, tightening her nipples against her bra.

The whole scoring, nonverbal exchange lasted all of three ephemeral seconds.

Her hand curled into a fist when she recognized she’d let her guard drop.

“I’m happy for your friend. But I’m not a charity project,” she said.

“Neither was he.”

She flinched slightly at the stinging authority of his reply. Dylan Fall was a little scary in that moment.

“We’ll be in touch,” he repeated, looking down at the desk in a preoccupied fashion, and she knew she’d imagined not only that spark of mutual lust, but his cold, clear anger at her pitiful display of insubordination.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Beth Kery is the New York Times and USA Today best selling author of over thirty novels, novellas and serials. She writes contemporary romances as well as erotic contemporary romances, her hallmarks being emotional intensity, leap-off-the-page realistic characters and steamy sexual tension.

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