From the New York Times and USA Today
Bestselling author of Unbreak Me
FAKING
IT NEVER FELT SO GOOD...
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director Reese Regan isn’t a sex goddess and doesn’t want to be. But when she's
offered a job with Sex Goddess, Inc., she must complete the company's wildly
popular Sex Goddess 101 program. Trying only to avoid the unemployment line,
not to become Chicago’s next seductress, she never expected the infamous
“steps” might work.
Reese’s
sexy, off-limits best friend Ben Hawk helps her “fake” her way through lingerie
shopping, phone sex, and seduction lessons. The passion that flares between
them might be hotter than their friendship can withstand. And the idea that he
only wants the “new” her? That's definitely more than her heart can stand.
Will
faking something so important cost her a chance at something real?
Bio:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author Lexi Ryan’s novels have been
described as intense, emotional, and wickedly sexy. A former college professor,
she now writes full-time from her home in Indiana, where she lives with her
husband, two children, and a neurotic dog. Find her on Facebook or Twitter to
chat about books, TV, and her children’s latest antics.
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Excerpt 1
“Good
morning!” a sing-songy voice called from Ben’s front door.
Ben stood in
the middle of his kitchen, sipping coffee and attempting to unglue his eyelids.
Reese strode
into the room, her presence kicking his brain into gear better than a whole pot
of coffee.
She wore a
white tank, yoga pants that clung to the curve of her ass, and a smile way too
sunny for a Monday morning.
Not for the
first time, Ben imagined she wasn’t joining him fresh from her car but that she
was joining him from his bed. She wouldn’t be wearing workout clothes but maybe
one of his old t-shirts. She’d pad toward him in bare feet, cotton brushing the
tops of her thighs, and she’d wrap her arms around his neck with the smile of a
recently satisfied woman. He would slide his hands under her shirt and cup an
ass cheek in each hand as he put his mouth on hers. Then they’d get a whole different
kind of workout.
A dangerous
fantasy. In the real world, Reese smacked a kiss to his cheek like she was
greeting her little brother. To add insult to injury, she stole his mug out of
his hands and took a gulp of his coffee. The soft moan of pleasure that escaped
her lips played all too well into the images flashing through his mind. So did
the way she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, pleasure running across
her face.
Jesus. Ben tried to get a handle on
himself, but, hell, he was only human, and Reese enjoyed a sip of coffee in a
way that made a man think of slow, sweaty, thorough
sex.
How was he
supposed to avoid imagining the expression on her face as he teased her
breasts? What sounds would she make when he ran his tongue across a hardened
nipple? And when he ran his mouth down her stomach and tasted her between her
legs, what sounds would she make then? Would she quietly open her legs for him?
Or would she cry out in pleasure, tug on his hair?
She cocked
her head, studying him but not seeing him. Reese saw a friend when she looked
at him, not a man. And maybe for a while he’d only seen a friend when he’d
looked at her. That was all he’d let himself see. But at some point he’d let
his guard down, and now when he looked at Reese he didn’t just see. He wanted.
“Have a lot
on your mind this morning?” she asked.
He nodded
slowly, let his fingers brush over hers as he took his mug back. “You could say
that.” He slugged back the rest of his coffee and headed toward the basement
without preamble. Reese followed, humming softly under her breath, a sound low
enough to slingshot his mind straight back to his fantasy, to the idea of her
body under his hands. His mouth.
“Hey,
grumpy,” she said when they reached the bottom of the stairs. She tugged on his
shoulder until he turned to face her. “Anything I can do to improve your mood
this morning?”
“I can think
of a few things.” He couldn’t help himself. He let his gaze travel slowly down
her body, lingering at her curves. His gaze traveled so slowly back to her
face, he had enough time to picture every inch of her bare, exposed, ready for
him. It was an image that was half fantasy and half memory.
When he
returned his eyes to her face, a deep red blush stained her cheeks. “Ben!” She
landed a soft punch to his solar plexus.
Ben lifted a
shoulder in a half shrug. “You asked.”
“When was
the last time you got laid?”
He knew down
to the day, but he wasn’t about to share the truth with Reese—not when the date
was just as significant in her life. “A few months.”
“Well, you
need to do something about that.”
“You
volunteering?”
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