Truth or Dare: Party Games, Book 2
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She pretended to think about her answer. No need for him to know just yet that her belly was already quivering in anticipation. “I’m not sure. Maybe you should try a little harder.”
“You know, we could skip the flirting part altogether and head straight into heated kisses beside a roaring fire.”
Damned if her heart didn’t miss a beat. “We could.” But she couldn’t be that easy. Could she? She and Paul had only split up six weeks ago. “Or I could read my book and pretend you’re not really here.”
“You could.” He nodded. “But heated kisses beside a roaring fire would be a lot more entertaining for both of us.”
Entertaining? Hell, forget the fireplace, the two of them would probably ignite flames of their own together. “For all the other hotel guests too. I bet they’d get a kick out of watching.”
Humor sparkled in his eyes, and something else. Desire? Hunger? Or maybe raw lust?
Nah, the raw lust was radiating from her, not him.
He lowered his voice. “If it’s privacy you’re wanting, there’s a fireplace in my chalet.”
Heated kisses beside a roaring fire in the privacy of his hotel room? With a Canadian she’d never see again? A man she could spend her passion with and move on. Damn, there was very little that appealed more.
Okay, so maybe there was something that appealed more. Jackson.
Yeah, didn’t matter how much Jackson appealed, nothing else could ever happen between them. Not without causing Jackson’s sister untold heartache.
“If I’d wanted privacy, I’d never have invited you to sit here,” she pointed out logically.
“Tell me you’re not regretting the invitation?”
She nibbled on her lower lip. “Well, you do talk a lot…”
He shot her a purely wicked look. “Not when I’m in the middle of a heated kiss.”
“You talk a lot about kissing.” She didn’t mind one bit.
He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Since I first spied you in the lobby earlier.”
“You saw me earlier?” How could she not have noticed him?
“While I was checking in. You were on your way out. Dressed for a blizzard I might add.”
He’d noticed her attire? “I went for a walk. It was so cold there may as well have been a blizzard brewing.”
He shook his head. “You Australians have no idea about cold and blizzards.”
She let her gaze slide away from his face and down to his chest and shoulders. “We have no idea? Mate, you’re wearing a T-shirt.” A T-shirt he filled out beautifully. It hugged his broad shoulders and ended halfway down his upper arms, showcasing muscled biceps and golden flesh. “It’s three degrees Celsius out there, the mercury’s plummeting, and you’re wearing a T-shirt.”
“We’re indoors. There’s a fire. It’s warm.”
Was he nuts? “It’s warm here and now. But the sun’s going down. Soon as it sets, the temperature will drop below freezing.”
“Not a prob. I have a sweater for when I go out.”
“A sweater?” One sweater? She had two jackets, an assortment of jumpers, three sweaters and a cardigan—and those were just for a three-day trip.
“It’s enough.”
“You’re crazy.” Gorgeous, ridiculously sexy and crazy.
“You’re cold?”
“I’m always cold in winter.” God, she missed the sun-drenched days of summer.
“You know, in Canada we have a brilliant system for keeping warm.”
“Ducted heating. I know.”
“Actually, I was talking about sex.”
His answer was so unexpected she laughed out loud. “Sex, huh?” Dear Lord, she wanted to keep warm with Garreth, Canadian style. For sure it would take her mind off Jackson’s imminent arrival—and their checkered past. “Nope, sorry. We don’t have sex in Australia.”
He looked aghast. “Not even in the Blue Mountains?”
“Especially not in the Blue Mountains.”
He nodded gravely. “Ah. That’s a damn pity.”
“Don’t let it worry you. You’re going back to Toronto in a couple of weeks. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of sex then—even if it is summer and there won’t be any need to keep warm.”
“Maybe, but I was hoping to have sex with you, here in the Blue Mountains.”
Again she laughed, enjoying his witty repartee. Enjoying it almost as much as she enjoyed the tantalizing sparks that flickered between them. “Would you settle for a drink by the fireplace?”
He considered her question. “Depends which fireplace.”
“This one, right here.”
“How about the one in my room?”
She shook her head. “Nah. Too risky. I might have to fend off your heated kisses.” Yeah, right. If anything, he’d be the one fending her off. The longer they chatted, the more appetizing his lips became.
He grinned devilishly. “No might about it. Another red wine?” He motioned to her empty glass before signaling to a waiter.
She nodded and he ordered wine for her and a scotch for himself. “So, Rachel,” he said as soon as the waiter had left, “what is it you do when you’re not seducing men into kissing you beside roaring fires?”
For a couple of seconds she hesitated to tell him. If he knew about her job, she’d lose some of her anonymity. And if she were to entertain ideas about kissing Garreth beside the fire, she knew she’d have to maintain that sense of them being strangers. A fling appealed no end. A brief affair with a stranger to take the edge off before Jackson arrived. A little something to distract her from her obsessions about the man she could never have.
A one-night stand.
Garreth was the perfect stranger. Gorgeous, charming and sexy to boot. He’d be a perfect distraction. Exactly what she needed.
But then she forged ahead. She’d never see Garreth again after tonight. He lived on another continent. What could it hurt to tell him a few things about herself?
Truth or Dare
Rhian Cahill
Daring to tell the truth will change the rules of this game forever.
Party Games, Book 2
When her friend deserts her at an exclusive Sydney house party, Miki Drummond retreats to a corner to observe the insanity. Watching life go by is something she does well, especially after the hell her marriage put her through.
She never dreamed she’d reconnect with not one but two blasts from her high school past. And she never expected their heated gazes to bring her body so easily back to life.
Grant Rogers and Dayne Pierce never forgot Miki. Ever. Past experience tells them to tread slowly and carefully, but that plan flies out the window when they’re all dragged into a game of Truth or Dare. Something’s up, because Miki repeatedly chooses to take a shot rather than reveal her obvious pain. Time after time.
Waking up hungover in a strange bedroom, Miki is caught in an electrically charged moment with two men who offer her unimaginable pleasure, who seem determined to keep her suspended in sweet torment—permanently.
One night of pure fantasy is all Miki dares to take, but come morning the hard truth is that walking away isn't an option.
Warning: The author cannot be held responsible for any truth you may tell or dare you make take after reading this story. And if you find yourself sandwiched between two hunky men…take the dare.
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