finally has a shot to work with a legendary music producer and be something
more than a band manager. But first, he has to demonstrate his skill by taking
a road trip to scout new acts. The new job will give him the money he needs to
help his parents with their struggling London pub and his little sister, who
needs rehab. And if he has to spend one week with a free-spirited American
woman who drives him crazy, he’ll do it. Even if she is a seductive redhead.
Max doesn’t do redheads. Ever.
been living on Santorini for years. She’s a trained chef who aspires to open a
restaurant that serves amazing food to everyone, not just the people who can
afford it. The only thing standing in her way is money. A paid road
trip as a traveling companion is a means to an end; it will pay her way back to
San Francisco to claim her trust fund and put her on a path to seeing her dream
come true. And If she has to spend a week with a grumpy Englishman who drives
her nuts, she’ll do it. Even if he is a sexy beast.
like a fish out of water with this woman. He was intrigued by her, but they
would only be together for a short time on this trip. Once they got to San
Francisco, they would go their separate ways.
Althea said in her raspy voice. “You can kiss me if you want to.”
in the back seat of the car, the only light coming from storefronts or passing
cars as they headed back to downtown Seattle.
Max. I want you to kiss me.”
always in charge and controlled any sexual situation. If he wanted to have sex,
he’d choose the woman and make his move. Once she consented, they fucked. It
was never romantic; it was merely a physical need fulfilled.
realized it or not—and she probably did—Althea was taking control.
his gaze with kind attention, like she was granting him the time to decide.
Unlike the women he hooked up with, Althea wore little, if any, makeup. Her
lips had only a trace of lipstick, and that meant she didn’t wear the typical
mask of female seduction. There was no artifice; she was natural and open to
sigh, Althea cradled his face with her hands, her thumb gently rubbing his
stubble. All the while, her eyes searched his, seeking permission. Althea
murmured, “I’ve wanted to do this all night.” She gave him a gentle kiss, her
lips soft and warm. It wasn’t the brutal kiss he had given her on Santorini.
This kiss was teasing, a promise of secrets to be discovered; and it scared the
living shit out of him.
okay?” she whispered. “If you don’t want to, that’s all right.”
a finger down her cheek. Could he do this? “Um. Thanks,” Max muttered,
carefully taking her hands away. He turned his head, keeping his attention on
the city outside the window, and away from the beautiful redhead sitting next
the door as soon as the car pulled up in front of the hotel.
second,” Althea said, reaching for him.
hesitate. He bolted out the door and made his way to the lift as quickly as
possible. When the doors closed, Max took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He
wanted Althea, but he also needed some distance. And now, he was a total
arsehole. How was he going to get through the rest of their trip?
McBrien writes sexy and witty contemporary romance. She has an MA in art
history and has taught art history at a local college. For many years, Kate has
worked as a dental hygienist, courageously offering encouragement to her
She has always enjoyed writing but became more serious after being encouraged
by a friend to participate in National Novel Writing Month. She began writing
historical fiction but soon realized that the romance was taking over the
Kate is a San Francisco Bay Area native who lives near the beach with her
husband and Lola, their spoiled Labrador Retriever. When not writing, she
enjoys cooking, music, movies, reading, and fangirling over Jamie Dornan.
more about Kate, go to www.katemcbrien.com