Look At Me
“Want to do more than watch?”Her hot new neighbour's even hotter dare…Chloe Park only meant to peek at him. Lean, hard, and tattooed, Jackson Drake is hotness incarnate—and she can see right into his living room! Her sexy spectating drives them both near-insane with lust. And with every wicked line they cross, Chloe falls harder for the bad boy next door…
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âWant to do more than watch?â
Her hot new neighborâs even hotter dare...
Chloe Park only meant to peek at him. Lean, hard and tattooed, Jackson Drake is hotness incarnateâand she can see right into his living room! Her sexy spectating drives them both near insane with lust. And with every wicked line they cross, Chloe falls harder for the bad boy next door...
âDARE is Harlequinâs hottest line yet. Every book should come with a free fan. I dare you to try them!â
âTiffany Reisz, international bestselling author
CARA LOCKWOOD is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than eighteen books, including I Do (But I Donât), which was made into a Lifetime Original movie. Sheâs written the Bard Academy series for young adults, and has had her work translated into several languages around the world. Born and raised in Dallas, Cara now lives near Chicago with her husband and their five children. Find out more about her at caralockwood.com, âfriendâ her on Facebook, facebook.com/authorcaralockwood, or follow her on Twitter, @caralockwood.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07143-7
LOOK AT ME
© 2018 Cara Lockwood
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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For the love of my life, my husband, PJ.
Contents
CHLOE PARK STARED at her laptop as she sat at her kitchen table in her roomy north Chicago condo. She fanned her face, desperately trying to get a breeze from her open window. Outside, the June heat pushed the temperature up beyond eighty-five degrees and the noon sun beat mercilessly down on her brick building. Soon, sheâd have to break down and call someone to repair her AC, but not yet. Not with her bank account hovering near zero until the end of the week when she expected the arrival of her next freelance check. Chloe tried once more to focus on a work email, but the high-pitched squeal of a truckâs old brakes drifting in through her open window broke her concentration. She tried to ignore it, focusing on her screen and the last few sentences sheâd need to write before she could hit Send. Then came the sound of metal clanging against metal.
âReally?â she asked her apartment, feeling as though everyone were conspiring against her to get no work done. She had at least five client social media accounts to update and a proposal to send out to a new corporate client who needed freelance social media updates now. But she couldnât focus on any of that. Chloe abandoned the email, frustrated, as she swiped a bit of sweat from her brow. This heat! Ugh. She hated it. And the noise outside didnât help, but she also knew if she closed that window her condo would turn into a brick oven. The clanging was replaced by the voices of men, made louder by the echo effect of the small alley.
