Stripped Synopsis:
Ava Cameron has stars in her eyes. When the feisty designer moves to NYC after graduation with her best friend, things are finally clicking into place.
But now their brand new label, Travesty, is under attack.
The man leading the charge is the hottest hookup Ava ever had. One she never wanted to see again...
Nate Townsend might be from the right schools, the right neighborhood and the right family. But under the surface, his scars run deep.
When the society prince and the loud designer come face to face on a case that could decide Ava's future, sparks fly.
Nate's not about to let Ava forget she's the only person who knows his secrets. And Ava’s walking the line between getting Travesty back on track and being dragged into the gutter by one stubborn young lawyer planning to take her down.
If Nate Townsend didn’t make the gutter look so damn good...
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Nate and I’d
started out dancing more friendly and flirty than hot and heavy, but every time
his body brushed against mine it dialed up the tension. His hands were on my
hips, but light and easy, not gripping and desperate.
I should’ve been
relieved after the pushy guy at the bar. I wasn’t. The more casual he acted,
the more worked up I got.
What the fuck, Suit?
When I glanced
back over my shoulder, I saw his face, his mouth just parted. Those dark blue
eyes on me.
Nate had me on a
slow burn.
It wasn’t enough.
The beat of the music was repetitive, and the minor chords giving in to majors
wreaked havoc with my feelings.
“You still with
me, Ava?” he murmured.
“Yeah.” My mind
chased down any possible explanation for his cool behavior. Was he totally unaffected? I mean, maybe he had
just come to save me from the drunk guy. Was dancing with me to be nice instead
of blowing me off.
But he’d made
such an effort to get that drink …
Screw this. I needed to know.
I reached back
and wrapped a hand around his neck, inviting him closer. After a moment’s
hesitation he circled my waist with one arm, tugging me to him and bringing his
mouth near my ear. I pressed my hips back into his.
Oh my God.
Not unaffected.
And now it was
better and worse. I could feel Nate, hard against my back, and hear his breaths
get shallow. I knew he wanted what I did—or at least his body wanted it. His
hand tightened on my waist, only to relax again when I tilted my head so my ear
was closer to his mouth.
“What’re you
thinking, pretty girl?” Nate asked, his voice catching.
“That it’s hot in
here.” I swallowed, suddenly overwhelmed by the music and him. “You?”
His lips grazed
my ear, and I shivered despite the heat. “I’m thinking ‘I take it back.’”
I turned to face
him, and his gaze hit me squarely in the gut. He was looking at me like I was
the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.
“Huh?”
“I said before I
didn’t want you to have sex with me. I take it back,” he said earnestly. “You
should absolutely have sex with me.”
Nate’s face was
so serious I was torn between laughing and calling for a glass of ice to pour
down my dress.
“That’s pretty
cocky,” I managed.
“I said I was thinking it. What matters is what you think.”
Images swamped my
brain. Me, the Suit, a jumble of clothes at the bottom of a bed. Just skin and
sweat and hours between us.
“What did you
have in mind?”
He cocked his
head, a half-smile on his face. “You want me to write it down?”
Piper Lawson Bio:
I love reading and writing stories about sassy, sexy, smart girls and the guys who fall hard for them. My main household expenditures include books, shoes, and chocolate, not necessarily in that order. Coffee = life (and I’ll defend it accordingly, especially when cornered). I have two business degrees, neither of which I’ve managed to turn into a fashion label (boo).
Home is Canada plus sunny winter escapes. Feel free to stalk me @piperjlawson, facebook.com/piperlawsonbooks, or write to me at piperjlawson(at)gmail.com. Hearing from you would make my day (for real – I’m not just saying that.)!
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