What better way to choose a great book for your weekend escape than by reading a sexy excerpt?
That’s the idea behind my feature, CABR Presents Temptation Thursdays
Today’s excerpt is from RISKY BUSINESS by Amy Andrews.
From bestselling author Amy Andrews comes a new single-title romance about putting pleasure before business, and the risks we all need to take when we find someone worth risking everything for.
Samantha Evans’s life is going to hell. Not only has she rage-quit her beloved, high-powered job, but she is suddenly afflicted by hormones, free time, and an unavoidable, unignorable, undeniably gorgeous irritant in the form of Nick Hawke, her extreme sports star neighbour, who has come home to take over the reins of his grandmother’s second-hand bookshop. Sam needs something to keep her from begging for her old job back until she’s good and sure her boss understands how wrong he was, and taking a low-risk, low-stress job helping Nick at the bookstore might be just the thing.
After all, it’s not like Nick is the right guy to help her with her hormones. He’ll just be fun to look at while she searches for the one.
Nick has six months to get over an injury before Everest and a big, fat contract beckon. That means no sports, no danger and, above all else, no risks. It means playing it safe. And Nick Hawke doesn’t do safe. So he’s going to need something to stave off the boredom while selling books he doesn’t read to people who wouldn’t know a carabineer from a crochet hook. What could be safer than hiring a cranky, unemployed accountant to help run the bookstore? Sam is efficient and methodical and messing up her neat, post-it note world could be a fun way to pass the time….
Risky Business mixes the classic romance of Philadelphia Story, the humour and wit of When Harry Met Sally, and a strong, contemporary Australian setting to create a delightful, irresistible, utterly satisfying treat of a novel.
Amy’s introduction to her TEMPTATION THURSDAYS excerpt from “Risky Business”:
Samantha has just received news that she’s getting her old job back and she and Nick have shared an awkward, friendly-but-could-be-so-much-more kiss.
EXCERPT from “Risky Business”:
Nick took a few moments to collect himself and followed her in. He stood in the doorway, watching her, not trusting himself any closer. She was leaning against the sink, her back to the door.
Samantha had sensed his presence even before he’d spoken. She gripped the metal of the sink hard.
“It’s okay, Nick. You don’t have to say anything.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Of course I do. I’m sorry about before. I wanted to…I didn’t trust myself not to…” He stopped trying to find the right words. “Damn it, will you turn around.”
Samantha wanted to look at him about as much as she wanted a hole drilled in her head. But she turned anyway. “What, Nick? Just say it.”
Nick tried to gauge just how much she really wanted. Could she take the truth? The whole truth. There was only one way to find out. “I think you’re gorgeous. You’re driving me crazy walking around in tight t-shirts and heels. I want to kiss you. A lot. Actually, I want to do more than that. As often as possible. And I certainly do not want to set you up on another blind date. In fact when I think about you with someone else I want to smash things. But it looks like you’re about to get your career back and I’m not interested in babies. And then there’s Everest. So this is probably something we both really don’t need.”
Samantha knew he was right. It was definitely something they didn’t need. She certainly wouldn’t be keeping her eggs happy. He’d made it very plain that recreation, not procreation, was his thing. But suddenly Samantha didn’t care. She felt the weight of the world lifting off her shoulders. Bec was right. The blind date thing had pushed his buttons.
“So what you’re saying is…you fancy me?”
Nick laughed. “Yes, Sam. I fancy you.”
He pushed himself off the door frame and moved in closer to the sink. He stopped about a metre from her. He didn’t want to spook her when she seemed to be warming to the idea.
“Do you…fancy me too?”
Samantha smiled and nodded. “Yes.”
They grinned at each other for a few moments.
“So…where to now?” he asked, thinking maybe they could put the closed sign up and finish what they’d started the night of her birthday.
Samantha didn’t know. The fact that someone like Nick had just confessed undying lust for her was an amazing occurrence. The impulse to throw her arms around his neck was overwhelming but it was all a little hard to take in. “I think I need some time to wrap my head around this,” she said, still unable to compute that a man as gorgeous as Nick fancied her.
Nick quashed his disappointment. Okay, still a little skittish. Suggesting going upstairs was probably moving a tad too fast. “Take as much time as you need,” he smiled. He looked at his watch and counted off ten seconds. “Long enough?”
Samantha laughed excited by the sexual gleam in his eyes. “I think that’s the problem Nick. I’m going to need to take this slow. If I’m going to get over all my body issues and accept that someone like you could actually want to see me…without my clothes on…then we’re going to have to take this a little slower. In case you hadn’t noticed – I have hang ups.”
Nick snorted. “Now there’s an understatement. Your hang ups have hang ups.”
She shot him a quelling look. “I think I’m going to have to get used to being…naked with you bit by bit…if you know what I mean?”
He felt himself harden at the imagery her words had evoked. Bit by bit. Hmm. He liked the sound of that. Going slow would be a whole new experience for him. Sex generally tended to be a get naked as soon as possible affair for him. He’d always been with girls who had been confident with their bodies and knew how to use them.
But hell, he’d try anything once.
“Okay,” he agreed slowly closing the distance between them until he was standing as close as he could without touching her. “I propose a plan. Until you say otherwise, we just spend time kissing. Nothing else,” he said, leaning in until his lips were the merest whisker apart from hers. “Just my lips on yours. No hands. Just mouths.”
He was so close each word caused his lips to graze hers and Samantha could feel her heart pound, hear her breath hitch. “Okay,” she agreed huskily against his mouth, “can we start straight away?”
“Fuck yes,” he murmured against her mouth.
Amy Andrews is a multi-published, award- winning author of 30+ romance novels across both traditional and digital platforms. She writes for Harlequin Mills and Boon, Entangled, Harper Collins Australia, Momentum Publishing and Escape Publishing.
She’s sold in excess of a million books worldwide and has been translated into over a dozen languages. In her spare time she is a PICU nurse and mother of two teenagers. She lives on acerage on the outskirts of Brisbane, Australia but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.
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