Blind Date With a Book (Second Chance Romance--Signed by the author)

I can't tell you that! It'll ruin the blind date aspect of this whole thing happening here.

CAUTION! Possible Blind Date spoilers ahead. Do not read on if you want a surprise. But if you are worried you're going to buy a book you've already read then proceed with caution.
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Okay, so you're the type who ruins your own surprise parties (welcome to the club, my friend...)
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Last chance to back out and not ruin your own blind date surprise!
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SNEAK PEEK:

Devon made a point of giving Olivia a cool, hard look, forcing himself to hold his breath so he wouldn’t inhale her electrifying scent. “Maybe you should sign this before we go any further.” He pulled the three-page document John had created for him. It was slightly damp, but still legible. He tried not to act too smug as he presented the agreement.

Olivia looked surprised, adding to his feeling of satisfaction. That’s right, he was the real deal.

“That’s wonderful,” she said.

She smiled sweetly.

Uh-oh.

He handed her a pen.

She ignored the offer and tapped her phone’s screen a few times. “I have one, as well.”

Her lawyers worked Sundays, too? Poor little indentured slaves.

She flipped the screen in his direction, her smile still sticky sweet. She had a confidence, a verve that heated his blood even as she challenged him, their anger at the ready like rattlesnakes preparing to strike. There was still so much emotion arcing between them that he found himself wanting to test it between the sheets, see where the raw energy took them.

She tipped her head to the side, still acting innocent. “And I added a few extra things since our last conversation. I hope you don’t mind.”

She was a royal pain in the butt, issuing a challenge with her eyes for him to try and one-up her. It made him want to kiss her, devour her.

Irrational. He’d never wanted to do that while playing hardball negotiating other town contracts before.

Because Olivia still has a hold on you, dummy. Despite the pain of the past, she’d hooked him hard and never let go. And like a fish on the line, he didn’t know how to free himself.

“My document is longer?” he suggested hopefully, giving her a heated smile that used to melt her.

“Oh, Devon,” she said, using a soft tone, her cheeks pinking. She was flirty, playing along. His body’s heat level nudged toward the red zone. “It’s not how big it is, it’s how you use it.” She handed him a stylus so he could sign her contract.

Her innuendo nearly knocked him over, he was so surprised. He eased closer, near enough that he caught the faint scent of her perfume mixed with rain. It was one he was certain would invade his mind long after she’d left.
“Was that an innuendo, Miss Carrington?”

She smiled. Actually smiled. For real. She looked at him through lowered lashes, sucking in her cheeks as she fought it. She gave him a tiny, slightly hoity-toity shoulder lift that sent his blood pressure skyrocketing as it reassigned his body’s energy somewhere below the belt.

He’d always loved their games.

He immediately stepped back.

No, he remembered that Olivia. The one who was playful and fun.

She was sexy. Really sexy.

And she had the power to break his heart, which nobody was ever doing again.

Ever.