MAN IN CHARGE (Man in Charge Duet #1) by Laurelin Paige
Release Date: October 27th
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Blurb:
The Sebastians own this city.
Hell, they own the whole world.
All I want is one little piece of it, a corner that I can call my own.
So when my boss runs away to “find herself”, I seize the opportunity and dive head first into the Sebastian’s glamorous universe. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted—fast paced and high stakes—and, even though I don’t fit in, I’m excellent at faking it.
Until I come face to face with the man in charge, Scott Sebastian, the arrogant, playboy heir with the mind of a devil and the body of a god and a mouth I can’t stop thinking about.
He’s infuriating. He’s a distraction. He’s the man who wants me in his bed as much as I want to be there.
And, if I get too close, he’ll be the one person who could expose me for what I really am—a fraud.
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Excerpt:
“Oh my God, he was a Sebastian,” I repeated to myself.”
There are several of them around here,” a voice said at my side. An annoyingly delicious and familiar voice. “Dime a dozen.”
I turned to find myself face-to-face with the stupid-hot player, and damn if he wasn’t even hotter close up.
“You,” I said, a bit scornfully because I was feeling contemptuous about the way he lit every nerve in my body on fire. “You,” he said in turn. His tone seemed to both appreciate my scorn and know full well the source of it. “I was hoping we’d meet again.”
“I was hoping we wouldn’t.”
“Funny, I don’t believe you.”
He wasn’t an idiot, and the truth was glaringly evident. I couldn’t stop staring. My eyes were magnetically drawn to him. He was so gorgeous, it made me need to take a seat, and I was already sitting. His hair was lighter, I realized, than I’d figured in the dark. Brownish-red with golden hues, so perfectly messy in distribution that it had to be natural. His eyes were a killer blue. I’d always been a sucker for blue eyes. And for stupid-hot player types. It was like he’d been ordered up for me specifically, a Tessa Turani cocktail guaranteed to make me mind-numbingly drunk from just looking at him.
“Can I buy you a shot?” he asked, as if I needed alcohol when he was in my system.
Somehow I managed to pull my gaze away. “It’s an open bar.”
“In that case, I can afford to buy you two.” He summoned the bartender who hadn’t gone far, that nosy little spy. “Four shots of…” Blue Eyes looked at me. “Tequila all right?”
How had he known? “The source of many a bad decision.”
“Tequila it is.”
He was so smooth. Much smoother than the liquor would be, I knew from experience.
Yet, I didn’t object when the bartender put the four shots in front of us, along with a shaker of salt and a bowl of limes.
Just seeing the setup made me want to take my clothes off. Or maybe it was Blue Eyes that did that. He knew how to fill a tux, and I had a feeling he looked even better with it off.
He and the bartender knew exactly where this was going. How dumb was I?
I held up a single shot. “A little obvious, don’t you think?”
“That I want to be one of your bad decisions?”
About the Author:
With millions of books sold worldwide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however.
When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Killing Eve or Letterkenny, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.
