Money or love? Which would you choose?
You probably just answered the question in your head thinking it's an easy decision.
For me, it's not. Did I mention it's a lot of money? A hell of a lot.
I needed to go far away to think it through.
As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when I met sexy Carter in the airport lounge. We struck up a heated conversation.
Then, he left.
I thought I'd never see him again.
This is an exclusive sneak peek of Playboy Pilot.
(A
standalone novel)
Release
date 9/19/2016
A
Contemporary Romance novel
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Authors
Penelope
Ward & Vi Keeland
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Excerpt
The
driver began to shout something in Portuguese. The way his finger was wagging,
I assumed he was telling the person that the cab was full. But the passenger
didn’t listen. Next thing I knew, I was sitting next to someone in the back
seat.
Someone
wearing a uniform.
Captain Carter Clynes in the flesh.
He
turned to face me with a wicked grin on his face. “My layover just got more
interesting.”
Damn. He seemed to have grown
that stubble overnight.
“How
was your flight, Perky? Did you enjoy the ride I gave you?”
“My
shirt’s dry. I think you can drop the Perky.”
His
eyes lowered to my breasts. Of course, my nipples were standing at full
attention since the sheen of sweat on my skin had met the cool air-conditioning
inside the cab.
Carter
scrubbed his hands over his face. “Damn. You weren’t kidding about those
things. I haven’t slept in eighteen hours, and they just woke me up. I think
they’re contagious, and I’m fucking
perky now.”
“That’s
not really an appropriate thing to say to a woman you just met, you know.”
“We
didn’t just meet. This is our third date.”
“Third
date?”
“I
bought you dinner in an elegant restaurant for our first one and took you up
for a plane ride for our second one. Those were damn good dates. Some women
would kill for that kind of lavishness. Seems fitting date three we should be
heading to a hotel.” He winked.
I
wasn’t sure if it was the time change, my being tired from restless sleep on
the plane, or if it was possible this man could say anything and I wouldn’t be offended. Why am I not I offended?
When I
didn’t respond, he continued. “I’m glad I saw you. Didn’t think I would ever
see you again.”
“That
might be because you didn’t look for me.”
“I
never thought you’d actually take my suggestion and fly to Brazil.”
I
mumbled. “Neither did I.”
The cab
driver interrupted, looking between us to ask, “You share cab, yes?”
Surprising
me, Carter answered. In Portuguese.
The language that sounded choppy and frustrating just two minutes ago, suddenly
sounded sexy and romantic.
He
turned back to me in English. “What hotel are you staying at?”
“I was
just trying to figure that out with a little help from Google. Do you have one
to recommend?”
“You
trust me to pick out where you’ll stay tonight?”
I
considered his question for a minute. It was illogical, that much I knew, but I
did trust him to pick my hotel. Lord
knows why. “I think I do.”
That
response earned me another sexy grin that had me more excited than I’d been in
the last year.
Almost
a half-hour later, we were finally off the highway and traveling into what
looked like a residential neighborhood. “Barra da Tijuca.” I read the street
sign aloud.
“Very
good. I should probably warn you. It’s probably not the type of hotel you’re
used to.”
“What
does that mean?”
“You
look like you’re more of the luxury chain with a spa type of woman, that’s
all.”
Even
though that was exactly what I’d typed into Google, when he said it that way,
it sounded like a bad thing. It made me defensive. “And what’s wrong with a
luxury hotel? Sometimes a girl needs a massage and a soak in a nice bathtub
while traveling.”
“Well,
you certainly won’t be getting either of those where we’re heading.” Carter
caught my eye. “Unless I’m the one doing the massaging, that is.”
I
blushed, which caused Carter to chuckle. “You really are fucking adorable. I’m
not sure what’s sexier, the fact that you’re up for letting me take you on this
little adventure, or that you secretly like the thought of me giving you a
massage.”
“I do
not!” My quick, defensive response only confirmed he was right.
He
leaned to me. “Do, too.”
“You’re
off base.”
“That’s
a shame. I’ve been told I’m really good with my hands.” He held out his hands
in front of him, examining them. Big
hands. Hands that looked like he used them to do some actual work when he
wasn’t flying a plane.
Damn.
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS
PENELOPE WARD
Penelope Ward is a New
York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of eleven
novels. Her books have placed on the New York Times bestseller list fourteen
times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism (the
inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy.
Penelope, her husband and kids reside in Rhode Island.
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York
Times and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. With more than a million
books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are
currently translated in ten languages. She lives in New York with her husband
and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after
with the boy she met at age six.
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