The Bet is one of “11 Must-Read December Romances”
GUYS. Are you ready for the second stand-alone in the steamy contemporary Manhattan Nights series, THE BET? It seems PopSugar thinks you might be. I know I am.
The Women’s Lifestyle & Entertainment blog featured this twisty office romance on their “11 Must-Read December Romances” article, written by amazingggg Romantic Suspense author, Lisa Renee Jones!
(*repeats to self* Stop fan-girling. Stop fan-girling. Stop fan-girling…)
I’ve never been more excited to share an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT.
READ a steamy snippet (NOT SAFE FOR WORK) below from “The Bet”–releasing December 30th!–and FIND OUT what other hot romances are on Lisa and PopSugar’s list!!
When we step out of the heated car and into the chilled night air, when Violet bunches in closer as we cross the curb outside of my apartment building, I can’t help but to put my arm around her—to pull her tiny body into mine and take in her fragrance.
The sweet scent of strawberries and cream.
I can practically taste it—taste her.
The rising elevator to my penthouse seems to take forever. With the sexy siren cuddled closely under one arm, we walk slowly to the front door of my luxury apartment, each step agonizing, the long walk nothing but a wake-up call that this—what I have with Violet—is real.
Realer than anything I’ve ever had with any woman.
I insert my key into the entry’s opening, turning the lock. But before I can push the door open, I spin Violet in my arms, brushing thick auburn-red strands off her shoulders, my fingers sliding down her back to follow. I gaze into her gorgeous face, finding lust.
Finding all the answers I need.
I bend down to her, my fingers grazing across her tiny waist. My gut tightens.
“You don’t have to do this, Keats,” I probe. “You know that, don’t you?”
She smiles slowly. “Call me ‘Keats’ one more time and I’ll have to kill you.”
I return her smile. “I’m trying to be a goddamned decent person here.” I raise an eyebrow. “You know how hard that is for me…”
She laughs softly. “Yeah, I definitely do.”
“It’s just… I don’t want to rush you into anything you’re not fully ready for.”
“Is that you talking or is that Mr. Tequila talking?”
“Unfortunately, it’s me,” I say, shaking my head. “Definitely me. If it were up to Mr. Tequila, he’d be taking your panties off with his teeth right now.” She scoffs on a laugh, and I hug her close, wrapping her in my arms as I stare down at her. “Mr. Tequila doesn’t like to do a whole a lot of talking if you haven’t noticed.”
I watch as Violet’s grin falls from her pretty face. Her stare turns serious. Glancing up at me with a gleam in her celeste-blue eyes, she talks to me without words, and as my gaze travels the length of her body—up her stilettos, over the pencil skirt that’s a perfect fit on her sensuously curvy figure and over the blue blouse covering her breasts, I know that I want her more than I’ve ever wanted a woman.
No, not want. Need.
God fucking help me… I need this woman.
