Monica and Ty are complete opposites. From the very beginning, these two fail to get along. He thinks she is uptight and ballsy and she thinks he’s a dumb cowboy after her father’s money. The banter between them is highly amusing and made me snicker a few times. I wasn’t quite sure if these two would ever see eye to eye, but the high levels of sexual tension made it possible. Throw in a fiancée, an ex-wife who wants a favor, and two people who refuse to admit their feelings and you have an exciting five-star read. - HARLEQUIN JUNKIE
HELL ON HEELS by VICTORIA VANE
The Top of The World was much better than Monica had expected. Ty had made several recommendations beginning with the Tower Trio Combination of foie gras with berry gastrique and roasted pears, the jumbo lump crab cake with green papaya salad, and seared sea scallops with southwestern spices, all surprisingly good. He’d also ordered a decent bottle of wine, all proving her cowboy was far more cultured than his appearance let on.
“You aren’t having any wine?” she asked.
“Already had a couple of beers today. Two drinks is my limit.”
“Limit?” she looked her question. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that alcohol and I don’t always mix real well. A beer or two is fine or a couple of glasses of wine on occasion, but other than that I try to keep a tight rein on drinking.”
“Are you saying you’re an alcoholic, Ty?”
“Didn’t say that at all.” His jaw visibly tightened. “Just said booze and me don’t mix. How’s your soup?”
“Excellent actually. I love lobster bisque. Want to try it?” She paused with her spoon halfway to her lips to offer it up to his instead.
“Sharing your spoon with me, Ms. Brandt?” He cocked a brow with a smirk.
She grinned back at him. “I figure we already swapped enough germs. A few more can’t hurt anything.”
“You know what it means if I accept this?”
“It means you’ll have to let me feed you something.”
“Really? And what would that be?” Even as the words spilled from her mouth Monica wished she could take them back.
Their gazes connected as the innuendo rose, electrifying the air. Monica licked her lips and dropped her spoon.
“Full already?” he asked softly. “Or maybe you have an appetite for something else?”
“Stop it Ty,” she hissed.
“Once more, I’m not the one who started it. You do that a lot, Monica.”
“What do you mean? I do what a lot?”
“Make a challenge and then panic when things get too hot for you to handle.”
“I do not!”
“Yes. You do. How about last night? You were a brazen seductress one minute and then got cold feet the next? And the day I was going to resign. You were all bluff then too. When I called, you instantly folded. Don’t ever play Poker, Sugar. You really suck at it.”
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