Passion Play
Love’s a game without rulesEver since she threw her cheating fiancé’s ring back in his face, Rose Beharie has avoided men. With her law school reunion fast approaching, she needs a sexy, successful date who’ll prove to her ex that she’s moved on. Sales executive Donovan Carroll more than fits the bill. In fact, from his sensual smile to his compassionate heart, the man seems too perfect for a woman whose emotions are on ice…One minute Donovan is playing a part as a favor to the gorgeous attorney, the next he’s tumbling head over heels. As soon as their public display becomes a simmering private inferno, Rose backs off. Will he be able to convince her that no revenge could ever be more satisfying than falling hopelessly and passionately in love?
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Loveâs a game without rules
Ever since she threw her cheating fiancéâs ring back in his face, Rose Beharie has avoided men. With her law school reunion fast approaching, she needs a sexy, successful date whoâll prove to her ex that sheâs moved on. Sales executive Donovan Carroll more than fits the bill. In fact, from his sensual smile to his compassionate heart, the man seems too perfect for a woman whose emotions are on ice...
One minute Donovan is playing a part as a favor to the gorgeous attorney, the next heâs tumbling head over heels. As soon as their public display becomes a simmering private inferno, Rose backs off. Will he be able to convince her that no revenge could ever be more satisfying than falling hopelessly and passionately in love?
Donovanâs lips released hers. He trailed kisses down the side of her neck and back up. He nibbled her jawline then whispered in her ear. âIâm not a hero, Rose. Iâm just a man. But Iâd never hurt you. You can trust me.â He shared one last kiss before he released her and went back inside the house.
What just happened?
Roseâs legs shook and her body throbbed. Her underwear was damp. She stumbled across the porch to lean against the attached garage wall. She took in deep breaths to try to calm her body. When that didnât work, she took several more. What had happened? All Donovan had done was touch and kiss her. But it was the way heâd touched her and the way heâd kissed her that made her want to strip off her clothes and wrap her naked thighs around him. Thatâs what had happened.
Heâd kissed her and made her realize that she wanted him. All of him: the playboy, the hero, the messy executive and every version of him in between. But like every decadent dessert, Donovan Carroll would come at a cost. How high was that priceâand was she able to pay it?
Welcome back to the Anderson family.
You first met the Anderson men and the Beharie sisters in The Love Game, remember? Donovan Carroll, an honorary Anderson family member, is more than his good looks. Rose Beharie, the eldest sister, believes love brings âNothing But Heartaches,â to quote a song by The Supremes.
When I first met Donovan in my Writerâs Cave, I was intrigued by his ideas on courtship. Of the three Anderson men, Donovan proved he was the best match for Rose. He wasnât going to win her over with bold declarations. Nor would he appeal to her with seduction. No, Donovanâs a strategist. He was going to use his natural charm to navigate the thorns around Roseâs heart.
Which would you prefer: bold declarations, irresistible seduction or natural charm? Email me at [email protected] with your choice and why.
I hope you enjoy Donovan and Rose.
Warm regards,
Regina Hart
REGINA HART is the contemporary romance pseudonym of award-winning author Patricia Sargeant. Her various pastimes and hobbies include sportsâboth college and prosâmovies, music and, of course, reading. She loves chatting with readers. Contact her at [email protected]. You can also friend her on Facebook as Patricia Sargeant / Regina Hart.
To my dream team:
My sister, Bernadette, for giving me the dream My husband, Michael, for supporting the dream My brother Richard for believing in the dream My brother Gideon for encouraging the dream And to Mom and Dad always with love.
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âBen is on my panel.â Rose Beharie dropped that bombshell on her two younger sisters during their weekly Wednesday family dinner. What kind of perverse wench was Fate that sheâd pair her with her snake of an ex-fiancé on her law school reunionâs legislative presentation panel?
âAre you kidding me?â Her youngest sister, Iris, recovered from the surprise first. Seated beside Rose, Iris stared at her, wide-eyed.
Rose had met Benjamin Shippley during their first year of law school at the University of Michigan. Sheâd thought he was The One. Instead, he was one of the biggest mistakes sheâd ever made. She must have been insane to register for her ten-year law school reunion without first learning whether Benjamin would be attending. Temporary insanityâor more likely hubris.
Sheâd read in their alumni e-newsletter that Benjamin and his bride of almost one year lived in Los Angeles. He was an entertainment lawyer. Whatever. Rose was now a partner at one of the most prestigious firms in Ohio. Since they practiced such different types of law, Rose would never have pictured them participating on the same reunion panel. Had someone deliberately put them together? If so, who? Why? And did that person have exceptional health insurance?
âWhat are you going to do?â Her middle sister, Lily, paused with her glass of iced cucumber water halfway to her mouth. She was seated across the table from Rose.
