The final book in the Dangerous Bachelors Club series is almost here! Mr. Dangerously Sexy is out on February 1st for ebook (and late January for print). Read on for sneak peek at Logan and Addison’s story.
Like with the rest of the books in this series, there’s a suspense element and plenty of steamy tension. I had a blast writing this book and am very sad to see the series come to a close. But the book has a nice little epilogue where you’ll get to see the whole Cobalt & Dane gang together, which was my little gift to fans of the series. I really hope you enjoy it!
From Chapter One of Mr. Dangerously Sexy…
Logan Dane leaned against the door frame to his partner’s office, a smirk tugging at his lips. Any chance to throw Addison off guard was not to be missed. Although truth be told, a chance to torture himself with the vision of her amazing legs was not to be missed, either.
“I’ve got good aim, Logan. Don’t make me throw something at you.”
Instead of coming down, she leaned farther forward, causing her fitted pencil skirt to ride higher up the backs of her legs. His breath caught in his throat when a sliver of lace revealed that her stockings stopped mid-thigh. Sweet mother of all things holy.
Between the tight skirt, the black lace and the candy-red soles on her shoes, it was a picture fit for a dirty dream.
Yeah, `cause the thing you need right now is another image of Addison to avoid fantasizing over. Don’t you have enough guilt on your shoulders already?
“I’d like to see you try,” he said.
She retrieved a binder and climbed down, making a show of smoothing out the wrinkles on her skirt.
“Did you want something, Logan? Or are you just here to ogle my legs?”
He cleared his throat. “I wasn’t—”
“Sure you weren’t.”
Busted. “I can’t help it. You’ve got some damn fine pins.”
Shaking her head, she bent down and picked up her bag from the floor. This time he kept his eyes away from her ass. Willpower, when he had it, was a wonderful thing.
“You all ready for the retreat on Monday?” she asked, ignoring his comment. “We’ve got an early start.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be on time.”
“No, be early.” She gathered up her organizer and slid it into her bag. “I’ll need help setting up for the first session.”
“Yes, ma’am. Anything else you want me to do, Miss Bossy Boots?” He walked into her office and placed his palms on her desk. “As if it isn’t bad enough you’ll be talking numbers at me all through the retreat.”
“Just arrive in one piece.” Her eyes flickered over him, sending a trail of heat straight from his chest to his groin. “I’m not sure what your weekend plans are, but I don’t want you rolling up hungover and with lipstick on your collar.”
He’d done that once, and she’d never let him live it down, though he absolutely deserved the censure. He hadn’t been subtle when he’d started dating his ex. But he’d put a stop to that soon after—no more women, no more fooling around. Still, Addison had kept her distance ever since.
“I wouldn’t let the staff see me in that state.” He pressed his hand to his chest. “You know that.”
“Oh right, to them you’ve got to be the Big Bad Wolf.” She continued packing her bag without looking up, her long golden hair slipping over her shoulder to conceal her expression. “Lucky me, getting to see the real you.”
He detected the slightest waver in her voice, undercutting the otherwise frosty tone. The show with his ex had been partly for Addison’s benefit, though it was hard to keep reminding himself he’d done the right thing by them both. Knowing that he’d hurt her so badly made him feel like a bastard.
“You’re one of the lucky few, Addi.”