Her Last Wild Ride

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Fresh off a brutal breakup—with a guy who was running for the World’s Biggest Liar—Ashling Sullivan has returned to New York City to start over. Priority number one is getting her new business started with her BFF, Jenna. Hence their strict no-guys pact. No dating, no sex, no exceptions! Until temptation walks into her brother’s bar in the form of a really, really hot guy!

She must resist. She will resist. Except that Johnny Ryan, with his cool, edgy but brooding attitude (what is it with this guy?) and his so, so strong carpenter’s hands, is six-foot-three inches of ripped, Irish sexiness that turns Ash into a puddle of lust in about half a second. Worse yet, he offers her a deal that she can’t refuse—a down ‘n’ dirty and wickedly hot two-week fling. Just one last ride before she gets down to business. No one will know! Ash is definitely not thinking with her head or her heart when she agrees...

Because this thing with Johnny goes way deeper than just chemistry. And what started as a last wild ride with a bad boy is definitely headed for a major head-on collision...

Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women

Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon

www.millsandboon.co.uk/Cosmo

About the Author

Abby Green lives in Dublin, the capital city of a generally rain-soaked Ireland. When she was small she was obsessed with American TV and thought that if she ever went there, it would be like Dallas or Dynasty, where women looked like Joan Collins and wore power suits and all the men wore cowboy hats like JR in the shower. But as we all know by now, it was just a dream. Since then she’s been to America lots of times and is happy to report that the reality is far better than ’80s TV shows.

She used to work in the film and TV industry bossing a lot of people around, but now she’s happy to live in slovenly bliss and make up stories about hot, sexy men and gorgeous women who give as good as they get (with as many sex scenes as she can manage to throw in before her editor gets suspicious.)

You can find out more at abby-green.com or find her twittering on Twitter, @abbygreen3. For more books from Mills & Boon by Abby Green, visit millsandboon.co.uk.

Dear Reader,

I’ve loved writing these novellas for the Cosmopolitan Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon brand. I’ve especially loved writing this one, featuring the wayward Johnny Ryan, the older brother of my last heroine, Caitlin Ryan. Johnny has been a tortured character for quite some time now, and I don’t know about you, but who can resist a dark, brooding hero? Add a sexy Irish accent into the mix and poor Ashling Sullivan doesn’t know what’s about to hit her.

I hope you enjoy Ashling’s valiant fight against Johnny’s ruthless seduction, but as we all know, in the end, resistance is futile ;).

Happy reading!

x Abby

Her Last Wild Ride

Abby Green

Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon

www.millsandboon.co.uk/Cosmo

This is for Heidi Rice, who is my partner in crime in this crazy brilliant world of making up sexy stories and getting paid to look at pictures of gorgeous men. (Purely for research of course.) Thank you, honey. X

Contents

Cover

About the Author

Dear Reader

Title Page

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Copyright

Chapter One

The guy came into the bar toward the end of the evening, and I summed him up in an instant: tall, dark and handsome, with a broad, lean build that couldn’t hide how ripped he was under his long-sleeved top and worn dark jeans. Eye color indeterminate from where I was, but big, and dark. Brown hair and a sensual mouth with a heavily stubbled jaw that screamed just got out of bed and couldn’t be bothered to hide it.

Cheekbones that could cut ice. I could almost imagine the spontaneous hyperproduction of female ovum his presence was sparking, and I could have sworn I heard Kings of Leon skip for a second on the sound system.

Some men oozed a silent sex appeal, like a force field that was naked to the eye but tangible to every other sense. I’m not talking about the cocky, arrogant guys who thought they were God’s gift to the women’s clits they invariably failed to find no matter how much poking and prodding or relentless sucking they did. And man, did that get sore after a while.

No, this was far more subtle, this was the type of guy who you just knew would get you off in a way that you’d only ever fantasized about, and even in some ways you hadn’t. And he knew this, too, evidenced by the quietly cocky confidence.

Damn. There went that betraying little pulse between my legs, joining in the Mexican wave of adulation as people followed his progress to the bar.

Hence the hushed reverent silence. And hence the sinking of my stomach, because I’d just sworn off men to focus on some me time and a brand-new career direction.

“Hey, Ash! What’s a guy gotta do to get a drink? I’m dyin’ over here!”