Big girls don't cry. They go
after what they want.
Thanks to her bangin' curves,
Valerie Carmichael has always turned heads-with the exception of seriously sexy
Logan Mathis. Just Valerie's luck that the object of her lust-filled affection
is also best friends with her overprotective brother. But Valerie's determined
to get Logan's attention…even if it means telling a teeny little lie to get a
job at his new bar.
Logan can't remember a time when
Valerie didn't secretly fuel all his hottest fantasies. Now the curvaceous
she-devil is working behind his bar, tempting him every damn night. It's only
when he finds Valerie's naughty things-to-do list that Logan decides to break
every rule in the book-by making each red-hot deed a reality.
No one warned them that they were
going to fall this hard. And no one warned them that sometimes the smallest
secrets can have the biggest consequences.
EXCERPT
Valerie Carmichael needed a drink. A strong one. Because it was the
only way she envisioned herself getting through the night.
An elbow nudged into her side, bringing her
thoughts back to the crowded bar. “I can’t see anything through all of these people,”
Brett said, scanning the room with his eyes. “Come on, let’s go to the other
side so I can get a better view.”
Sighing, Valerie trudged behind him without a word.
When Brett had asked her to attend the grand opening of Bottoms Up,
a new bar in their hometown of Granite, Texas,
she’d hesitated to say yes. Sure, she was curious what the inside of the
recently remodeled bar looked like and had no doubt the place would be
jam-packed with handsome, available men. But it was still the last place on
earth she wanted to be.
She knew better than to hang out in bars with her older and only—thank God—brother.
Every time she’d done so in the past, the nights had always ended the same way.
Brett would spend the entire evening hovering over her like a rabid pit bull,
daring any single guy with a glint in his eye to look her way. Because Valerie
turned heads. She always had.
Oh, she wasn’t silly enough to believe she looked like some
gorgeous supermodel with a lean, trim figure or anything. She definitely
didn’t. But she had a pretty face, banging plus-size curves, and a lively
personality. And that was good enough for her. Valerie was just…Valerie. And
damn proud of it.
Across the room, Sam and Leah emerged from the dense crowd, with a
beer bottle for him and a glass of water for her. Apparently, Leah was still on
that damn diet and counting calories so she would fit into her wedding dress.
Though why she didn’t just buy the dress in a larger size was beyond Valerie.
Leah blinked at the sight of her. “Val? What are you doing here?
You said you weren’t coming.”
Valerie shrugged. “I changed my mind.”
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Why?”
“When you said you didn’t want to go out, I assumed you were sick.
You never
turn down a night out.” Leah placed her palm lightly against Valerie’s
forehead. “You sure you don’t have the flu or something?”
Valerie laughed and pushed her friend’s hand away. “Oh, stop it. I
just didn’t feel like getting dressed up. I’m getting tired of the whole bar
scene.”
Then Valerie’s heart stopped, along with her lips. Oh God.
Brett stood there talking to a tall, dark-haired man who had one
thumb hooked in the front pocket of his jeans while he leaned comfortably
against the wall with his right shoulder. She couldn’t see the other guy’s
face, but she didn’t need to. Valerie recognized all six feet, two inches of
him. Logan Mathis.
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