From USA Today bestselling author Lisa Desrochers comes the third book in her sizzling new adult series.
If you play with fire …
Tossed out of college and cut off by her parents, Samantha West is in pretty dire straits. So when her rocker best friend hooks her up with a job dancing at a gentlemen's club, who is she to turn it down? Plus, there are rules to dancing at Benny's: No touching, keep your clothes on at all times, and never get closer than three feet. Unfortunately for Sam, her first private client makes her want to break every single one of them.
Harrison Yates is scorching hot, but he's got a past that involves being left at the altar not too long ago. Sam is determined to make him forget about his ex, but when she makes her move, it flings her life into a spiral of chaos she never saw coming. Because Harrison Yates isn't who he seems to be. And his secret will probably get her killed.
"Every page is deliciously breathtaking, wickedly sexy and sensational. A LITTLE TOO HOT is wonderfully unique and a LOT HOT! I am a HUGE Lisa Desrochers fan."
-- KATY EVANS, New York Times bestselling author of REAL
"Lisa is brilliant at creating sizzling sexual tension and impossible circumstances that make the reader hold their breath all the way to happy ever after. Sam and Harrison are more than A Little Too Hot, they are scorching!"
-- JAY CROWNOVER, New York Times bestselling author of RULE
"Lisa Desrochers' best yet! A LITTLE TOO HOT is hotter than hot with all the emotional punch to back it up!"
-- SOPHIE JORDAN, New York Times bestselling author
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Deleted scene set up: In an early draft, Jonathan’s
apartment mate, Kevin (who is also the drummer in his band), played a bigger
role. Here is his first appearance before he got the editorial ax.
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It’s noon when I
wake up on Jonathan’s sofa to Dr. Who number nine saying, “Excuse me, do you
mind not farting while I’m saving the world?”
I rake my eyes
open and find the TV on. When I turn my head, Kevin’s standing at the foot of
the sofa, glaring down at me, his black fauxhawk mushed over to the side.
“Jonathan says you’re paying rent.”
I push the blanket
Jonathan gave me when we got home last night to the side and sit up. Last I
remember, he and Ginger were in his room, fighting. She was here waiting for
him when we got home at sometime after three, and she was super pissed. Can’t
say I blame her. They were screaming so loud when I finally turned off the
light and went to…sofa, I can’t believe I actually fell asleep. But as I listen
past Dr. Who, it becomes glaringly apparent Ginger didn’t make good on her threat
to rip Jonathan’s dick off, because he’s quite clearly using it at the moment.
Ginger grunts with every stroke, just like a tennis player. It’s a little hard
to miss.
“Yeah. How much?”
“Nine hundred.”
My jaw drops. “Are
you shitting me? Nine hundred to sleep on your sofa?”
“If you think you
can get a better deal somewhere else, by all means…” he says, with a wave of
his hand at the door.
Asshole. “But
Jonathan says he’s paying nine hundred.”
He shrugs.
“So if I pay nine
hundred and Jonathan pays nine hundred, what are you paying?”
“Like I said,” he says with another wave at the
door, “knock yourself out.”
I rub my eyes and
try to think. “What does the nine hundred cover?”
“Just the rent,”
he answers with a sneer, like I’m some kind of idiot.
“Do you need it
all right now?”
“Yes.”
Jonathan’s door
clicks open, and when I look up, I wish I hadn’t, because the only thing he’s
wearing is his extensive ink, and the condom he’s in the process of peeling off
as he crosses to the bathroom.
And I’m suddenly
feeling like I’ve made a huge mistake.
I’m supposed to
pay nine hundred a month to live with a guy who hates me, and a guy who I’ve
already seen naked more times than his mother ever did?
Ginger stumbles
out of the room behind him in one of his band T-shirts. “Hey, Red,” she says
with a wave at me as she staggers past the sofa to the kitchen. “One of you
douchebags better have made coffee.”
At just the
mention, I feel my morning withdrawal headache pulse to life behind my eyes. “I
didn’t, but I’ll love you forever if you bring me a cup.”
Jonathan comes out
of the bathroom in a pair of jeans that he probably left on the bathroom floor
last night. He drops onto the sofa next to me and his hand finds my thigh and
squeezes. “Morning, Red. You give anymore thought to my proposal.”
I roll my eyes as
Ginger comes out of the kitchen and hands me a mug. “She’s smarter than me,
dickwad. She’s not going to sleep with you again.” She pushes Jonathan aside
and wedges her butt between us as I gulp half my cup. “If you guys are going to
be hanging out,” she says, pressing her shoulder into mine. “Can you do me a
favor and remind him to keep his dick in his pants?”
“I’ll do my best,
but I can’t promise anything,” I tell her, breathing in the steam from my mug
so no caffeine escapes.
“My dick was in my
pants all night,” Jonathan protests from her other side. “Until you took it
out.”
I don’t mention
the blond, because, technically, I don’t think he’s lying.
“Not to break up the love fest,” Kevin says, “but if
Ginger’s going to be staying here, she needs to pay rent too.”
Ginger glares
flames at him and he pales a little and stalks up the hall to his room.
“I gotta get ready
for work,” she says, pushing up from the sofa. She takes her coffee and
disappears behind Jonathan’s door.
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