Monday, October 13, 2014
Conflagaration by Tessa Teevan
Branson Wellington? The name, my name, is usually followed by arrogant prick or self-serving bastard, and I can't say I haven't earned those titles. It's true. I'm not the good guy. I'm not the boy next door. I'm definitely not your Prince fucking Charming. Not even close. And I never wanted to be. Until her. The day I pulled her from the wreckage was the day that my life changed. Who would have thought that one little lie had the power to throw two lives off course? Love has never been in the cards for me, but now that she’s here, I have no idea how I’m ever going to let her go. Even if I don’t deserve her. Because like I said, I’m a self-serving bastard and some things never change.
“Ariana, do you know what I do for a living?” Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Well, I know you work for your dad’s company. You’re on track to be CEO one day, but as for the overall day-to-day stuff? No, I have no idea. Why?” “Mergers. Acquisitions. Take-overs. When there’s something I want, I won’t—hell, I don’t—stop until it’s mine. That’s why I’m the best in the business. I never fail. I always get what I want.” She places a hand on her hip and gives me a challenging look. “And if it’s not yours for the taking?” God, I love when she tests me. She’s such a fucking paradox. I love her sweet and compliant. I love when she’s bossy and insolent. It’s so contradictory and more than anything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. I can’t get enough. “I make an offer you can’t refuse.” She moves forward, places her hands on either side of me, and leans in close. “Then I guess we better start negotiating.”
I'm a twenty something book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. Bengals, Buckeyes, Reds are my teams! I work for the government during the day, hang out with Air National Guard on the weekends, and have been married to my own book boyfriend for over seven years. We currently live right outside of Dayton, OH with our two cats. If I’m not writing or looking through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find me curled up with my Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. I love my sports almost as much as I love my books. My other obsessions include red wine, hot men, country music, and all things Grace Potter.
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