Network analyst by day, erotic romance writer by night, Vincent Buonfiglio is dealing with a work-in-progress that has gone colder than winter in his hometown of Ridgely, North Dakota. So what does a man who needs to write hot do to get cranking?
Search out a woman for a night of no-strings sex, of course.
But his choice of partner, Katherine "Kiki" Wyatt, manager of the Quikky Snak Gas & Lube, isn't biting. Flirting over his nightly chili dog is one thing. But a date? Sex? Not happening. Dangerously sexy geeks are off-limits no matter what they might have to offer outside the bedroom.
When an armed gunman changes everything, will deadlines, exes, and mind-blowing sex prove opposites don't always attract, or allow two unlikely lovers to pen a happy ending?
Vincent shot a glance at Kiki as she strode around the counter, dripping mop in hand. What did she expect to do with that? Blind the guy with soapy water? “Dammit, Kiki.” Gripping her wrist, he yanked her against his side. “Don’t be stupid.”
“He’s right, little girl. You don’t want a piece of this.”
“I’m not a little girl, Mr. Badass-behind-a-toy-gun.” She shook off Vincent’s restraining hand. “And I’m not in the mood to be told what to do.”
“It’s a toy?” Vincent pulled her back despite her warning glance. “How do you know that?”
“Don’t you read the papers? This is the fourth place this punk has hit around here this month.”
The robber glared at her. “If you don’t open that register in the next five seconds, lady, you’re going to need a new hairstyle to cover the hole in your head.”
Fury vibrated through her small frame. “I’ve been held up enough times by you creeps. I’ve had it.” She tightened her hold on the mop. “The register’s staying closed, pal. End of story.”
Even as Vincent grimaced at Kiki’s pseudo-bravado, he reached out to clamp a hand over her mouth. Distracted by her squeaking and flailing, he almost missed the intention in the robber’s panicked gaze.
Shit, shit, shit.
He grabbed Kiki and spun around. Fire exploded in his shoulder just as Kiki’s scream sliced through “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer.”
Not the funeral dirge he’d always imagined, that’s for sure.
“Oh, God, Vincent! Are you okay?”
Was he? He felt oddly calm, though he was pretty sure the muffled popping sound he’d heard above the music hadn’t been Christmas fireworks.
Oddly calm, and really sleepy.
Vincent stared at Kiki, numbly absorbing the horror on her face. Her cheeks so pale. Her eyes so huge. Her pretty pink mouth hanging open as she gawked at his arm. She didn’t make a sound, just stared.
Must be reconsidering sleeping with me. Who turns down a guy in glasses? Especially one who knows exactly where to find a woman’s G-spot?
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Kiki works at a gas station, where Vincent goes to buy stuff he doesn’t need, just in order to have some kind of interaction with Kiki. One night while he’s there, a robber enters and Vincent takes a bullet meant for Kiki. Thus their lives are inextricably entwined.
Kiki won’t go back to work there, nor will she go to work for her father’s law firm. Desperate for work, she takes Vincent up on his offer to help him write his newest book. Vincent also moonlights from his IT job, as a romance writer named Vicenza. Little does Kiki know what delights he has dreamed up to do to her body and mind.
She proves to be a feisty problem for Vincent, and even though her friends push them together relentlessly, she still resists, wanting to preserve her freedom.
Of course, this being a romance, the reader knows we are headed toward a HEA, even with all the conflicts and differing motives that entails.
I liked these two, and I think you will too. Virgin Territory is a good beach or cottage read.
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