Dare Me

By Debra Druzy

For wedding stylist Misty Morningside, mixing business with pleasure is a professional no-no. That is, until she runs into wedding photographer Adam Wright at a Valentine’s Day event. Dare they set aside business for one night of pleasure?

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Feb 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781509203062

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Inc.

One more bite.

Adam fed Misty the final morsel then dabbed her mouth with a white linen napkin.

He might be playing the role of a perfect alpha-gentleman, but beneath that proper tuxedo was the scrappy teenager notorious for cutting class to sneak onto the football field, under the bleachers with the flavor-of-the-week. She’d studied those smooth moves, watching bird’s-eye from the second story window of Scenic View High School, wishing she could be one of his many conquests. Now was her chance.

He held a fresh flute of champagne to her lips, but the mischievous twinkle in his whiskey eyes had her craving something else—something harder between her thighs.

Ready for dessert?

More than ready. She clenched her lips to keep from saying something that would come back to bite her in the end and nodded instead.

God, what am I thinking? Where’s my mantra? Drowning in champagne, so it seemed.

It was only fair to warn him her career came before everything, but she didn’t want to ruin the mood talking about work. Just because they were single, consenting adults didn’t mean this filly should break the stallion and make him her stud—not when her commitment to the family business left so little room for monkey business.

Then again…

If there ever was a perfect time to be fooling around, Valentine’s Day was it.

Dare Me

by

Debra Druzy

A Candy Hearts Romance

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Dare Me

COPYRIGHT © 2016 by Debra Druzy

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Publishing History

First Champagne Rose Edition, 2016

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-0306-2

A Candy Hearts Romance

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

For My Loves

xoxo

Chapter One

Check out my future ex-boyfriend at three o’clock, Bruno whispered, nudging Misty with an elbow. Should I go introduce myself?

Huh? Half-listening, Misty flicked her eyes off her cell phone for a second and shook her head. I wouldn’t.

You’re right. Let him come to me.

No, I mean I wouldn’t get involved, period.

"Chillax, will ya? You’re no fun."

We’re here to work not mess around.

Hell-ooo, my job is done here. It’s playtime, and I’m feeling frisky, Bruno purred.

Humph—it’s nice to know someone has any energy left for romance. Even if she weren’t stressed to the max, when it came to sex, she never mixed business with pleasure, so checking out stud-muffins at the wedding was a professional faux pas.

Besides, unlike the brawny alpha-gay hairdresser, Misty didn’t have time for ogling anything other than the messages on her cell phone. One-handed, she scrolled through dozens of lengthy texts from panicky brides confirming fitting appointments and a few from her mother at the bridal shoppe checking the status of this big promotional showcase—the Scenic View Inn’s Annual Valentine’s Day Mass Wedding celebration.

Damn, damn, dammity-damn—twenty-gazillion questions from people looking for answers A-sap. The cell phone has to be the worst invention ever—

Misty held out her champagne glass for Bruno to refill with the bottle he swiped from the bar.

Oh, my gawd. His baritone sounded like a hoarse teenaged girl coming from the mouth of an overfed cat. "Call nine-one-one—that man is pure sex-on-fire. Viagra-worthy, fer’sher."

Viagra-worthy? That snagged her full attention. Who’re we talking about now?

If you’d get your head outta your cell for a sec. He jutted his chin. Him, over there—tall, dark, and to die for.

She may not mix romance and work, but champagne and gossip went with everything, and even better together. Now that the brides were outfitted and halfway through the ceremony, Misty was finished here for the day.

Let the decompression begin.

Like magic, she made the liquid disappear then asked for another dose while peeking subtly over her shoulder, trying to determine the object of Bruno’s erection.

It couldn’t be any of the men reciting vows in sync to their brides-to-be, could