Every Breath
by C.J. Burright
Publication Date: February 25, 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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She wants the full fairy tale. He’s no prince offering a happily ever after. True love may have met its match this time.True love… Happily ever after… The full meal-deal fairy tale… Glamour girl Gia Hellman almost had it all until death stole the love of her life. Two years and a string of dead-end hook-ups later, she’s through fooling around. Love will be hers again, but sexy, one-night-only lawyer Ian O’Connor doesn’t fit into the equation. No matter how charming or tempting, he’s neither knight nor prince, and she’s done kissing frogs.
Prestige… Power… A pristine reputation… Ian O’Connor allows nothing to derail his goal of becoming the next partner in the most distinguished firm in town, not even Gia, the curvy vixen in sparkles and pink stilettos who haunts his fantasies. With a past full of long-buried secrets, he never breaks his rule of only one night with any woman. But when the case to propel Ian to the top requires working with Gia, and a slip-up results in a fake engagement, keeping his distance may be the trial of his life.
As the passion between them builds and rules break one by one, Ian must decide between protecting a secret that could destroy him or risking it all for Gia’s dream of happily ever after. If only Ian believed in fairy-tale endings…
EXCERPT:
“This wasn’t part of my ultimate, diabolical scheme, I assure
you.” Ian planted his butt on the arm of the opposite chair, the casual pose
probably meant as some sort of peace offering. “I don’t mix work with pleasure.
Ever. Finding Frankie at the stables simply came back to bite me.” He
shrugged. “It happens.”
“Bite you?” She snorted. “What about me? Pretending to be
engaged to you for an indefinite amount of time is not part of my quest.
I don’t want a chapter in my new life book titled Trashy by Association.”
“The suffering will be mutual, Ms. Hellman.” He smiled, the
jerk. “Once our client is in the clear, we call off our engagement and move
on with our lives. Easy come, easy go.”
“I am not ‘easy come, easy go’. If you want me to postpone my
personal life mission and sacrifice months to play along with this charade, I
have conditions.”
His eyes glinted dangerously.
“Since I’ll be required to spend my very precious free time with
you, everything after five p.m. is overtime.” She lifted two fingers, holding
his gaze. “While posing as your fiancée, I choose where we go, what we do.”
Finger number three flicked up. “When the case is over, I get to break up with
you—in a really public, creative way.”
At his
cold look, she batted her eyelashes. Glitter Girl wasn’t her only nickname.
There was a solid reason her family and friends sometimes referred to her as
General Gia, affection not always included. She studied the pink
glitter on her acrylic fingernails while he sorted it out.
What had started as the makings of a nightmare had morphed into an
unexpected challenge. Resisting Ian’s undeniable charms would test the devotion
to her decision to wait for love, but with the extra money, she could buy the
luscious, overpriced stilettos with the killer bling she drooled over every
time she walked by the shoe store next door. She’d be the one girl in town who
had managed to win Ian O’Connor’s black heart—falsely, but no one else would
know—then stomp on it. To every woman who’d hopelessly pined for him, she’d be
a hero. But more than that, if pretending she’d fallen for Ian meant helping a
woman escape her scumbag abusive husband, she’d do it for free with a huge
smile on her face.
Ian didn’t need to know the last part.
“I doubt Mr. Hamilton will approve overtime while we pretend to be
happily engaged,” he said at last. His smooth voice clashed with the fire in
his eyes.
“Overtime is nonnegotiable.” She folded her arms over her silk
blouse. “You didn’t consult me before throwing around the F word, so this is
all on you.”
His mouth tightened, an almost imperceptible move she would have
missed if she hadn’t been nailing him in place with the Hellman stare-down.
“Very well. Overtime.”
Gia
smiled sweetly.
“But you don’t get to choose every detail of our courtship, Ms.
Hellman.” He straightened from the chair and loomed over her, and her annoying
pulse jumped. “This situation, after all, is partially your responsibility.”
“Mine? In what possible way?”
“You and
your sexy, spun-sugar perfume.” He leaned closer, and his eyes held a predatory
gleam. “You and your man-killer heels. I couldn’t possibly
manage to present you as a family member. People would think I’m pervy.”
“You are pervy.” She ignored the heat curling through her.
“What I wear is my own business. If you can’t handle it, that’s your
problem”—she smiled again—“Mr. O’Connor.”
“Ian,” he corrected, easing even closer, his gaze unabashedly
fixed to her mouth. “We’re engaged now, love.”
“I don’t recall any proposal on bended knee.” She waggled her
fingers in his face. “Oh, and look… No ring.”
His smile was all bite, his eyes fierce as he smoothly knelt
before her and took her hand. “Be my one and only accomplice for the next few
months, Gia Hellman.” Without breaking her gaze, he pressed his lips to her
fingers, a soft disparity to the unyielding grip. “I promise not to ruin your
reputation in the process, and I’ll concede to a break-up in the manner of your
choosing.”
“Do you even know how to
date?” She refused to squirm beneath his intense scrutiny. “We both know you
don’t do relationships, at least not real ones. To be clear, I’m
certainly
not going to be paid for any questionable activities, particularly with you.”
His right eyebrow twitched. “Questionable activities?”
“Exactly. The stuff real couples do together behind closed doors.”
“Like talk and eat dinner?”
“Don’t be
obtuse, O’Connor.” She tried to pull her hand free with zero success. “You know
I’m referring to all the things that are constantly slithering around in the
gutter that’s your mind, all the questionable activities you do in your free
time with whatever woman is dumb enough to agree. I’m not that girl.” Anymore.
“I’ve never once thought you were dumb, Gia.” His voice was
matter-of-fact, none of the seductive purr he used when going for the throat.
One truthful compliment wasn’t enough to make her melt. “What
about PDA?”
“Private time with me isn’t part of the negotiations.” Oh, he
was definitely smirking now. “I believed I made it clear that I never mix
business with pleasure.”
“Public displays, psycho.” Gia wrestled her hand free
as his smile widened. “How much pawing and slurping in public from you will I
have to endure?”
“The bare minimum to make it believable.” Leaning over her
again, he rested a hand on each armrest, caging her. His tie swung gently
between them, a silken noose. “But feel free to paw and slurp me as much as you
wish.”
She rolled her eyes, even as his clean, spicy cologne invaded
her lungs and warmed her blood another degree. “Pretending to be engaged to you
is in direct opposition to my personal goals. What if my true love shows up,
thinks I’m with you and keeps on going?”
“Then he wasn’t yours in the first place.”
His voice lowered to a husky whisper as his gaze dipped once more to her mouth.
“No man deserving of you would surrender without a battle—or at least a siege.”
An odd expression softened his features, there and gone so fast that she
couldn’t peg it. He suddenly straightened, all cool courtroom composure. “Do we
have an agreement?”
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About C.J. Burright
C.J Burright is a native Oregonian and refuses to leave. A member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal special interest chapter, while she has worked for years in a law office, she chooses to avoid writing legal thrillers (for now) and instead invades the world of paranormal romance, fantasy, and contemporary romance. C.J. also has her 4th Dan Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do and believes a story isn’t complete without at least one fight scene. Her meager spare time is spent working out, refueling with mochas, gardening, gorging on Assassin’s Creed, and rooting on the Seattle Mariners…always with music. She shares life with her husband, daughter, and a devoted cat herd.
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