Valentine’s in the Club by Megan Slayer

What happens in the club, stays in the club...except on Valentine’s Day.

Being single on the dreaded day of love sucks. Ask Morgan. Three years in a row of sucky dates have made her gunshy. But a night of clubbing and a chance meeting with the man who features in her naughty fantasies just might turn this girl’s thoughts around. Maybe.

The moment he laid eyes on Morgan, Trip knew she was the woman for him. And what better day to make his move than Valentine’s Day? He’s about to find out how hard he’ll have to work to get what he wants—her.

Publication Date: February 11, 2013

Series: Valentine's Sucks

Price: $1.99

Available  at: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/valentines-club.html

Excerpt:

“Morgan, you’re thinking way too hard.” Lacey grinned and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Let’s have fun.”

Fun. Morgan groaned. “You have fun. I’m out of here.” She loved her best friend, but damn. They were polar opposites. Lacey embodied beach beauty. Not Morgan. Too much booty and too many curves. She shook her head. Fuck it.

“Morgan?”

She knew that voice. Trip. What a time to run into her boss. She didn’t bother to turn around. “Hey, Trip.”

“You’re here on your day off.” Trip touched her shoulder, then rested one hand on the bar beside her. His blue eyes sparkled and the scruff on his cheeks shone in the glittering lights. “You never come here when you’re not working. Might give me the idea you like being here.”

His gravelly voice, spoken right in her ear, sent shivers down her spine. Well, shit. Talk about walking sex. Muscles where a guy should be chiseled and with a smile to melt the iciest heart. He’d been the reason she stuck around. That and she loved looking at his ass.

“I don’t like being here. But Lacey wanted to dance. I trust the bouncers here more than I do over at the Graphite Club.” She kept her gaze on the dancers. If she looked at Trip, she’d lose her reputation for being an ice queen.

“Lacey? Carmona? She can hold her own. She’s probably already broken the hearts of half the men out there.” Trip pointed to Lacey, who was grinding her ass against a dark-haired man. “Want to dance?”

“No.” Who was she kidding? She wanted to dance, and with Trip, but fuck. The last time she’d let go and offered her heart, she’d ended up paying the damn price.

“You’ll do anything to push people away, won’t you?” Trip rose to his full height, then grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

“Where the hell do you think we’re going?” Morgan braced her feet. “I am not going anywhere with you.”

“You’re pissed and hurting.” His blue eyes blazed, and his warm breath feathered on her cheeks. She noticed the freckles sprinkled on his nose. Since when had he sprouted freckles? And why was she looking?

“Lacey said you were upset, but I never expected you to be this upset.” Trip wrapped an arm around her. He tugged her across the room, through the throng of sweaty bodies to his office. What did he want? To stretch her across his desk for a quickie? Hot sex against the wall while the dancers partied, oblivious, on the other side? Her pussy quivered, and she pressed her knees together.

Trip McDivott served as the principal player in all her naughty fantasies. Now he wanted her alone in his office. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could’ve sworn she heard Lacey giggle over the thundering dance music. The cooler air of his office slapped her back to reality. This was her boss. She shouldn’t imagine him wanting her for anything other than as an employee.

Fucking cruel Valentine’s Day strikes again.

“Trip, let go of me. I’m here for fun, not so we can have a staff meeting.” She nudged him away from her, only to have him hold her tighter. “Trip, don’t make me bust your balls.”

He shut the door with one hand, then turned on her. “We need to talk.”

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Want to know more about Megan Slayer?

When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

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