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He was everything she could never have. Lady Olivia Pearce lives a sheltered, lonely life in the English countryside running her family’s historic estate. The only way to save her family’s estate is to marry a man she doesn’t love. Her sense of tradition, legacy and family loyalty has her agreeing to her family’s request.
What she wasn’t expecting was to meet the man she had always dreamed of after agreeing to marry another.
She was everything he couldn’t possess.
Axel Taylor, lead singer of Dirty Texas, had it all; a successful career, a great group of friends, good health and happiness. His life was pretty damn perfect until the people closest to him started falling in love and settling down, throwing chaos into his perfectly controlled life.
Axel never envisioned himself needing more until the perfect little package walked into his life and turned it upside down. She exposed everything he desired underneath his hard shell.
But meeting the right person doesn’t always happen at the right time.
One little taste can’t hurt, can it?
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“Can I grab your number?” I ask Olivia, not sure why I am asking because we live on opposite sides of the world. I don’t know, it seems like the right thing to do and I kind of want to stay in touch.
“Um, sure.” She sounds a little uneasy about my request, maybe because it was supposed to be a weekend only fling. She types her number into my phone before giving me a peck on the cheek. “Sorry, I have to go,” she says as she grabs her bags from her room. “Thanks for this weekend, it’s been fun.” Her cheeks turn pink.
I frown, a little taken aback that she is so eager to get away from me.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you at the wedding then?” Why was I excited about see her again?
“Yes, I guess so.” Why is she pushing me away? I grab her face and press my lips against hers, she eventually relents and opens up for me and I kiss her, letting her know that I am going to want more next time I see her. She pulls me against her and it calms me. We pull away. “Until next time,” she says, giving me a weak smile as she walks out the door.
“Damn it.” I thump my fist on the desk. “I thought she was interested.” I look at my phone and the text message flashing back at me: Sorry, I think you have the wrong number.
I can’t believe Olivia gave me the wrong number. Did she not want to see me again? Why the fuck do I care? Why the hell do I want to see her again?
“Everything alright?” Jackson asks, popping his head into my office. I let out a long sigh.
“Can I ask you something?” He nods. “Close the door on your way in.” He does and sits down in the chair opposite my desk. “Has a girl ever given you a fake number before?” Jackson blinks at me a couple of times and bursts out laughing. Yeah, thanks asshole.
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JA Low lives on a faraway beach in Australia. When she’s not writing steamy scenes and admiring hot surfers, she’s tending to her husband and two sons, and dreaming up the next epic romance.
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