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Seven Day Fiance by Rachel Harris is just 99¢!
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Angelle Prejean is in a pickle. Her family is expecting her to come home with a fiancé—a fiancé who doesn’t exist. Well, he exists, but he definitely has no idea Angelle told her mama they were engaged. Tattooed, muscled, and hotter than sin, Cane can reduce Angelle to a hot mess with one look—and leave her heart a mess if she falls for him. But when she ends up winning Cane at a charity bachelor auction, she knows just how to solve her fiancé problem.
Cane Robicheaux is no one’s prince. He doesn’t do relationships and he doesn’t fall in love. When sweet, sultry-voiced Angelle propositions him, he hopes their little game can finally get her out of his head. He doesn’t expect her to break through all his barriers. But even as Angelle burrows deeper into his heart, he knows once their seven days are up, so is their ruse.
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Excerpt:
Angelle stopped beside a folding table boasting boxes of fresh,
crispy cracklins and selected a thick piece. Cane watched, mesmerized, as she
puckered those gorgeous lips and blew on the sliver. With a flirtatious glint
in her eyes, she held it up to his mouth, and he opened.
Holy crap.
He’d had cracklins before. Fried pork fat was a standard gas
station treat, usually shrinkwrapped and stale as shit. But this, fresh from
the pot and piping hot, was unbelievable. Cane widened his eyes, and it was
possible he even moaned. It was thatgood. And as he swallowed, Angel rewarded
him with a rich, throaty laugh.
“Ca c’est bon?” she asked, grinning when
he grabbed another handful. He touched her nose and popped a piece in his
mouth. “Good would be an understatement.”
Grinning, she took a fried morsel for herself and sent the
balding, overweight gentleman tending the table a wink. “Now that’s what we
like to hear.” Then she closed her eyes as she savored the treat.
The sounds of Angel moaning, and watching her face soften in the
throes of a foodgasm, had to be the sexiest damn thing Cane had ever seen. His
pants tightened, embarrassingly so considering he knew the audience was still
watching, but what pushed him over the edge was when her eyes opened. The
pleasure in them was his undoing.
Feeling the weight of the crowd’s disapproving stares and not
giving a damn, figuring now was as good a time as any to give the people the
show they clearly wanted, he grasped her hip and tugged her forward, pausing
only to inhale her gasp of surprise before brushing her mouth with his.
It was like setting off a damn forest fire.
Angelle, his shocking little hellcat, pounced. Forgetting all
about their audience, or maybe not giving a damn either, she wound her arms
around his neck, lifted onto her toes, and kissed him back with everything she
had. Cane had intended to steal a quick taste, take the edge off his craving
for her, and prove their point with the town’s people. But hell if he was gonna
be the one to back down now. Tightening his grasp on her slim hips, he brushed
his thumbs across the smooth, exposed skin near her waistband. He deepened the
kiss, thrilling over her telltale shiver. Whimpering, she yanked on the hair at
his nape and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Hot damn.
Okay, now he had to start backing down. With all her male
relatives watching, not to mention the knives and axes still lying around from
the butchering earlier, if Cane valued his life, he needed to wrangle control
of the situation. He’d heard patience was a virtue.
That was a line of bull—he’d always sucked at waiting for
anything he wanted. But for Angel, he was willing to try.
Loosening his grip on her belt loops, Cane slowed the intensity
of the kiss. He smoothed the hem of her shirt down, grazed her lips one last
time, and, placing his forehead against hers, inhaled through his nose.
Sunflowers mixed with cayenne may be his new favorite scent. Angelle released a
heavy breath, a flush blooming on her cheeks. She darted a glance at the crowd,
then looking into his eyes, grinned lazily. “My goodness. If anyone doubted we
were a couple before, I guess that showed them.”
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