Title: Good Girls Don't
(#2 of the Everly Brothers series)
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Good girls don’t do one-night stands…
If there’s one thing Lyssa Rivera knows, it’s that good girls don’t do one-night stands. But it only takes a few hours in the company of sexy businessman, James Everly, to change her mind. All she wants is a night of sin with the man who’s admittedly way out of her league. Then she can go back to being painfully, boringly good.
James Everly doesn’t do relationships, not after the horrible example set by his parents. When he meets a luscious, irresistible woman at his favorite bar, he’s more than ready to show her a night of ecstasy, but that’s all it could ever be. He certainly never plans on seeing her again. Yet when he shows up at his meeting the next morning to woo a venture capitalist, he’s shocked to find his competition is the very woman whose bed he just left.
James knows he should stay away. He’s no good at long term, and that’s what a woman like Lyssa deserves. But as the two vie for the investor’s attention, he finds himself struggling to choose between the family business and the woman whose touch makes him burn with desire.
Excerpt . . .
Ah, so this was one of her competitors. Lyssa recognized the name of his company from her dealings with other real estate developers. Peterson Development was a newer but rapidly growing company that specialized in building smaller-scale office buildings in Brooklyn and the Bronx.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Though Peterson Development was considerably larger than her own firm, it wasn’t so far off that the idea of competition between the two was laughable.
Lyssa stepped forward to shake the man’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Peterson.”
“Ms. Rivera.” He gave her a measuring glance. “North Star? You market for local real estate companies, correct?”
“Mostly. We also have a few retailer accounts in the area.”
The corners of his mouth rose upward and he released her hand. She could practically see the wheels spinning in his head. He was weighing her level of threat as his competition.
“It’s a pleasure.” With those words, he turned back to the window, effectively dismissing her.
The old, familiar weight of anger burned in Lyssa’s chest. How many times since she’d opened her firm had others dismissed her in that same callous manner?
She forcibly pushed the anger aside. If Steve Peterson wanted to underestimate her, let him. That would only help her in the long run.
When she turned and strode to the table, confidently claiming a seat at one of the ends, Rebecca’s mouth tipped up into a smile. So quickly that Lyssa wondered if she’d imagined it, Rebecca gave her a wink. “The third member of your party should be here shortly, as should Mr. Freeman.”
With those words, she left the room.
The minutes ticked by slowly. Steve Peterson paced the room the entire time, his mouth moving as if he were practicing his speech. Just looking at him made her nervous, so she purposely diverted her gaze and took a deep breath.
Going over her speech one more time wasn’t going to do anything at this point. She already knew it all. Now was the time to clear her head, so she concentrated on her breathing techniques until her heart rate slowed back to normal tempo. Hopefully, it wouldn’t go crazy again once Martin Freeman arrived.
She lost track of how much time passed before the door to the conference room swung open once more. An elderly man strode inside. Even though he walked the slower pace of a man in his late seventies, he was bursting with assurance. There was no doubt that this was Martin Freeman.
Lyssa shot to her feet as his gaze moved from her to Steve and then back. An easy smile formed on his lips. “Good morning Ms. Rivera, Mr. Peterson, I’m Martin Freeman.”
Even though she knew now would be the time to get nervous, something about the older man immediately put Lyssa at ease. Her smile was genuine as she crossed the room, reaching him just seconds before Steve, who’d practically raced over to him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Freeman.” She held out her hand, and he gave it a warm shake.
“Likewise.” He turned to shake Steve’s hand before saying to them both, “Please, call me Martin. I hope we can all be on a first name basis here.”
When she murmured her agreement, he glanced at his wristwatch and said, “I had hoped our third party would be here by now, but since he isn’t, we’ll just have to commence without him.”
Maybe the third person wouldn’t show. If only she could be so lucky.
Martin shot them a charming smile and motioned toward the table. “Shall we?”
She headed back to her chair, but only made it about halfway there before the door squeaked open behind her. Before she could turn toward the sound, the smooth, deep voice of a man said, “My apologies on my tardiness. I hope I’m not too late, Martin.”
Shock rooted Lyssa to the floor. The panic that she’d initially feared finally materialized. Because that voice…it sounded awfully familiar.
“Certainly not,” Martin said, his tone congenial. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“You as well,” the man agreed.
“Lyssa, Steve,” Martin said. “I’d like to introduce you to the third member of our party, James Everly of Everly Publications.”
Swallowing hard to rein in the rising tide of nausea within her, Lyssa forced herself to turn around.
Her shell-shocked gaze locked on the familiar blue eyes of the man who’d snuck out of her bed sometime between last night and this morning.
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About the Author . . .
After attending law school in Florida, she practiced real estate law for several years before finally admitting to herself that negotiating contracts wasn't nearly as fun as dreaming up stories. When not writing, you can find her on a boat somewhere along South Florida's waterways, chasing down a rainbow or pretending to be a pirate.
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