Two by Deborah Wilde
all kinds of thrilled if it weren’t for the fact that her fellow hunter-with-benefits, Rohan Mitra, has reclaimed his rock star status and assigned Nava the role of groupie. Rejecting her “be a good
girl and follow orders” directive, Nava unleashes an alter ego guaranteed to hook their celebrity target and drive Rohan crazy. No downside-until she finds herself up against Rohan’s past, the Brotherhood’s antiquated thinking, and her own identity issues, turning her personal life into a bomb that could blow up the entire operation. Sparkly and deadly; it’s a plan.
dropped his arm.
keycard from my coat, walking directly to my room. No passing go. No collecting
He spoke quietly but in the silence of the corridor, I had no trouble hearing
up. Hadn’t it been enough for one night? That thread between us that had felt
so comforting earlier threatened to strangle me now. Anger fueled my turn. I
would have welcomed a corresponding anger in him, but the naked longing on his
face and the defeat in the slope of his shoulders undid me. That and his
sincere, “I love watching you dance.”
empty but it suddenly felt hard to breathe.
The magnetic push/pull between us demanded a certain distance, a certain
resistance, as much as attraction. Wrung out on every level, I couldn’t afford
to let Mr. Force-of-Nature Mitra take advantage of my weakened boundaries to
redefine our hook-ups into whatever vision he had of them.
conditioning kicked in and I wrapped my arms around myself.
shower, you’ll thank me.” He scrunched up his face, a lock of hair falling
boyishly over his eyes. “Nothing happens. Just sleep.”
that sweetened the offer or not, but I nodded.
She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”