Trading Card: Cameron Crawford
Occupation: Brewmaster Marry/Date/One-Night Stand: One night. Warning: Seriously hot and seriously unavailable.
As an up-and-coming wine expert, Molly Grainger has zero room for relationships. Fortunately, the Hot Guys Trading Card in her hand is the perfect solution. One night with a tasty, hard-bodied brewmaster who she hopes will go down smoothâ¦.
But Cam offers Molly more than just a taste. He offers her an arrangement: Dating of Convenience, with bonus sexy times in between! Itâs a perfect pairing of practicality and deliciously naughty chemistry.
And nothing would ruin it more than falling in loveâ¦.
Never had a man wanted her so muchâ¦
Molly couldnât deny the thrill that shot through her when she could so clearly see the urgency in Camâs eyes.
His gaze traveled across her face and down her body.
âI want to do everything at once.â And then he had her in his arms, pressed up close, his mouth on hers in a heartbeat.
To think they could have been tangling in the sheets long before tonight...
God, she didnât want to part for a second. Not when it felt this good. When sheâd been so afraid of having this moment.
Why had she ever thought that sex with Cam was a bad idea?
Now, though, she was lost in taste and touch. His hands on her back, holding her close, the way he teased her tongue into following his.
He broke away, gasping. âClothes,â he said. âBed.â
Then he stripped off his shirt in one swipe, before kissing her again.
His hands moved to her buttons, which he took care of with such alacrity she wondered if he was a pianist, or if he did card tricks.
But when he kissed the tops of her breasts as he pushed the blouse from her shoulders, she no longer caredâ¦.
Dear Reader,
Hereâs a toast to Dare Me, book five in the Itâs Trading Men! series.
Molly Grainger is a wine critic. Cameron Crawford is a brewmaster. Molly knows from the moment she chooses his Hot Guys Trading Card that theyâre perfect for each other...as long as he doesnât mind that her career is her first priority, and she doesnât mind that his stay in Manhattan is almost over. No, both of them agree that having perfect no-strings-attached hotter-than-hot sex is a fantastic plan. Or it would be, if they werenât falling madly in love!
I love to hear from readers! You can find me @Jo_Leigh, and at tumblr.com/blog/joleighwrites.
Look for my next Itâs Trading Men! book, Intrigue Me, in October!
Happy reading,
Jo Leigh
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jo Leigh is from Los Angeles and always thought sheâd end up living in Manhattan. So how did she end up in Utah in a tiny town with a terrible internet connection being bossed around by a house full of rescued cats and dogs? What the heck, she says, predictability is boring. Jo has written more than forty-five novels for Harlequin. Visit her website at www.joleigh.com or contact her at [email protected].
To Becca and Tiani for the light theyâve brought
into my life.
1
âOH, COME ON,â Emmy said, hands on her hips, looking disappointed when she should be looking guilty.
Cameron Crawford checked the temperature of the mash for The Four Sistersâ newest summer ale. Eric Strand, the brewery manager, and his crew were attending to the fermentation tanks and Emmy was being a pain in Cameronâs ass, so he ignored her. Until he couldnât hold on to his temper for another second. âYouâre actually surprised Iâm upset that you joined some dating cult thing and used my name and picture without my permission? I know you werenât raised by wolves but only because youâre my sister. What the hell were you thinking?â
Emmy narrowed her eyes. âSo I should just tear this card up right now.â
âYes,â he said. âPlease. Do that.â
She laughed. He didnât care for the sound of it. âYou might be a brainiac chemist with a doctorate, little brother, but sometimes youâre as dumb as a box of rocks.â
That made him turn on her. âReally? A box of rocks?â
âYes. This is a Hot Guys Trading Card,â she said, waving the evidence of her crime as if it were a victory flag. âAlthough why I ever considered you being a hot guy is anyoneâs guess.â
He finished the temperature check, made the notes on the log, then moved on. At least it was cold in the brewery, unlike the rest of Queens. The summers continued to get hotter, which meant their utility bills were out of control, but the heat brought a ton of customers to the brewpub. âRight. Let me get this straight. Iâm ugly and stupid and...â
âSelfish.â
He loved his family, he really did, but it was a lot easier when they werenât living in the same town. All he wanted to do was finish his rounds, then get back to his lab in the back room. âSelfish.â