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Harper Nugent might have a little extra junk in her trunk, but her stepbrother calling her out on it is the last straw… When rugby hottie, Dexter Blake, witnesses the insult, he surprises Harper by asking her out. In front of her dumbass brother. Score! Of course, she knows it’s not for reals, but Dex won’t take no for an answer.
Dexter Blake’s life revolves around rugby with one hard and fast rule: no women. Sure, his left hand is getting a workout, but he's focused on his career for now. Then he overhears an asshat reporter belittle the curvy chick he'd been secretly ogling. What's a guy to do but ask her out? It’s just a little revenge against a poser, and then he'll get his head back in the game.
But the date is better than either expected. So is the next one. And the next. And the heat between them…sizzles their clothes right off.
Suddenly, this fake relationship is feeling all too real…
Dex pulled up at her place and was knocking on her door twelve minutes later. She was still in that dress but she could have been wearing a sack as far as he was concerned. He just wanted to hold her.
“Dex?” She frowned at him clearly not expecting him back although the slight tremor in her voice did betray her excitement that he had.
“I don’t think I’m going to be invited to any Nugent family BBQ’s in a hurry.”
Harper laughed, folding her arms as she settled against the door frame. “Oh no. What happened? Did you punch Chuck?”
Dex snorted. “No. But I may have...implied you were using me for sex.”
She blinked. “Implied?”
“Well...stated is probably more accurate.”
She laughed harder. “What the hell?”
“What can I say?” He shrugged. “They were pissing me off.”
She fluttered a hand over her heart and gave an exaggerated sigh. “My hero.”
His gaze fell to where her hand nestled against the roundness of her breast. She was so soft there. When Dex returned his attention to her face she was watching him closely.
“Thank you for defending my honour.”
He chuckled. “By besmirching it?”
“Meh,” she said dismissively. “Whatever works.”
They grinned at each other for long moments. “Do you need to go home?” she asked.
Dex hesitated. He should. Griff had organised for some ex-military guy who specialised in survival training to do some sessions with them. For some unknown reason these started at four in the morning—some crap about conquering mental conditioning—and tomorrow was their first session.
“Not yet. What’d you have in mind?”
She pretended to ponder for a beat or two. “How about more Star Wars?” she mused, her face a picture of innocence.
“Not quite the stars I had in mind.”
“Me neither,” she grinned and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him inside.
About the Author
Amy is an award-winning, USA Today best-selling Aussie author who has written over fifty contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets. She has written for Harlequin Mills & Boon, Entangled, Harper Collins, Momentum, Tule and Escape. She's sold over a million books and been translated into thirteen different languages including manga.
Amy spent six years on the national executive of Romance Writers of Australia including a two year term as president and after many years of unofficial mentoring of emerging writers, Amy and her fellow Harlequin author Anna Cleary have started their own manuscript assessment business, Word Witchery, which specialises in romantic fiction. With unique insight into what makes a story that sells, Amy and Anna aim to help every manuscript shine.
Amy loves good books, fab food, great wine and frequent travel - preferably all four together. She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.