Nice cover and nice plot.
The book is Art of Love by Khardine Gray, a Contemporary Romance
Never get involved with a man who is competing for the same job as you.
It’s a bad idea. Obviously…
And no, not even if the man is a complete dead ringer for Brad Pitt/Thor.
No, not even if he’s an irresistible, charming sex god with his panty-melting smile and the sexy James Bond English accent to sweep you off your feet.
That’s what that guy is.
When I first met Hunter Kane I knew he was trouble.
It all began in a bar on a night we should have had one-night stand. The kind that blows your mind, except I couldn’t remember what happened.
Then I was convinced my eyes were screwing with me when he walked in for the same interview as me.
Then we got drafted into this competition for the same job.
That made him my rival.
The one man I shouldn’t have…
He’s is the one man I can’t forget.
It’s a bad idea to get involved.
But the temptation of this man is too strong to resist, and my body keeps betraying me.
I know one day it will blow up in my face.
I even know what day that will be.
We both have to choose.
The job, or each other…
Then wanting him will be the least of my problems.
I opened my eyes and swore I must have drifted into a dream because my gaze landed on Brad Pitt walking into the bar.
Brad Pitt as in Legends of the Fall Brad Pitt, with the shoulder-length sleek blond hair parted on the side and tucked behind his ear and the beard. Jesus, the beard that was neatly trimmed and full-on sexy.
My eyes widened, and I blinked several times taking in the full vision of him.
Muscles pressed against the thin white cotton shirt he wore with the sleeves rolled up his thick forearms. I could see the hint of a Celtic swirl snaking up his right arm, disappearing under the fabric and reappearing at the base of his neck.
He was tall, tall and powerful looking, and just gorgeous.
Delicious? God, I was already losing my mind. And I was still staring.
He clocked on to me, zoomed in with a keen stare, but I looked away quickly, pretty certain that I was in no state to attract any form of attention today.
Not that I thought I’d attract his attention anyway.
Brad Pitt? No, couldn’t have been. Sure, we were in L.A., but Brad Pitt hadn’t looked like that in years. Legends of the Fall was a 1994 film I watched with Mom over a hundred times right from the ages of seven to eleven. Enough to know the film word for word and develop an unhealthy obsession with the actor and watch every single film he starred in. I also knew enough to know that guy, although a pretty darn good dead ringer for Brad, was not him, because the last time Brad Pitt probably sported that look with the long hair was when he did Troy back in 2004.
This was 2016. Many years had passed since, and while I still thought he was the best-looking guy in the world, this guy here in the Fish Tale bar was a real blast from the past.
At least he made me forget my worries for all of two minutes.
“Can I have another one, please, and a bottle of red wine?” I asked my bartender friend as he walked by.
“Sure thing.” He looked concerned now but nodded and went to get my drink.
He came back with the original cocktail glass, which held the martini and a bottle of red wine. I downed the martini straight away and got that buzz in my brain I was searching for. It made my skin sparkle like someone threw fairy dust on me.
I was about to open the bottle of wine when someone came up beside me. Too close. I turned to look at the person and scowl, but as I looked up, all thoughts of scowling vanished from my mind.
Mr. Brad Pitt look-alike beamed down at me with sharp blue, blue eyes that reminded me of the sky in that in-between phase before nightfall. It was a dark blue like that, and against his blond hair his eyes were striking and almost otherworldly.
“My lady, going to drink that by yourself?” he asked in a rich English accent that stole my breath away, and all I could do was stare. I think that maybe I was drooling too, but I wasn’t sure. There was a good chance I was, to my embarrassment, but my brain had turned to soup and wasn’t able to function enough to care.
His lips arched into a smooth, sexy smile. “Want some company?” he added.
I nodded slowly. Thank God, I wasn’t stupid enough to turn him down.
About the Author
Khardine Gray is
a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her husband, two kids,
and three crazy ferrets.
She is well traveled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing and ice skating.
When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends.
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