Let Loose for Me by Georgia Coffman
Series: Naked Heat #2
Publication date: April 7th, 2020
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
It's hard to find Prince Charming, especially in Vegas where fairy tales are ruined with tequila shots and bad choices...
Ty
I'm no one's happily ever after. I'm the guy with various one-night stands on his bucket list. My job makes it easy to give each fantasy a check mark. It's why Emma hates me, but I know the truth--she secretly wants me. All the good girls do. I'd like nothing more than to loosen her tight ponytail and dirty her tidy apartment.
But she wants forever, and no matter how addicted to her I become, I'm broken beyond repair. Emma deserves more than only half of me.
Emma
After a not-so-amicable breakup, I long for a nice guy who understands my desire for order and cleanliness in every facet of my life. I tell myself I will not let Ty disrupt it all with his sexy moves on and off stage. That I despise his flirty smirks and tattoos. But when they start making me blush, I question everything--even my own sanity. Because I must be crazy to give in to Ty, right?
As a Vegas stripper, he oozes sensuality, not marriage vows, and I know I should stay far away.
But one night in Sin City, hatred turns into lust. When the sun rises, the question remains... is there enough magic in Vegas to turn lust into long-lasting love?
*Let Loose for Me is Book 2 in the Naked Heat series. Each book is a standalone contemporary romance.
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Excerpt
"Don't hurt yourself over there."
I shoot Ty a glare, which only makes him smile wider, and I hate how perfect he is. On the outside, anyway. On the inside, he's no better than a bird turd in your hair.
Leaning back, he swallows my couch, his large build too much for this tiny apartment. "What're you thinking about so hard? Want to sit on my lap and tell me about it?"
"Not even if you had a big red suit on and a jolly smile."
"So, you're into Santa Claus, then? Kinky girl. I like that."
"How? How do they let you walk the streets instead of locking you up with a straitjacket?"
"It's the charm." He winks at me, and my stomach rolls... but not from nausea.
Butterflies. Too many butterflies.
"I doubt that." I turn my ace to hide my blush. "You have less charm than the bums on Venice Beach."
He spreads his arms and legs, taking up most of the couch by himself while I'm curled on the small accent chair to the side. "You're on fire with the comebacks tonight. Please, go on."
"I hear Texas is terribly hot this time of year. I hope you burn up like a lobster dropped in boiling water." I flip him off, then stand to leave.
His large frame and damning smirk are suffocating me.
"Ouch! Now that one hurt," he calls after me.
He's in jeans with holes in each knee and a loose T-shirt that gives a peek of the tattoos across his chest. I've never been into tattooed guys. Too messy and rebellious, neither of which are me.
So why am I letting Ty get to me?
I shoot Ty a glare, which only makes him smile wider, and I hate how perfect he is. On the outside, anyway. On the inside, he's no better than a bird turd in your hair.
Leaning back, he swallows my couch, his large build too much for this tiny apartment. "What're you thinking about so hard? Want to sit on my lap and tell me about it?"
"Not even if you had a big red suit on and a jolly smile."
"So, you're into Santa Claus, then? Kinky girl. I like that."
"How? How do they let you walk the streets instead of locking you up with a straitjacket?"
"It's the charm." He winks at me, and my stomach rolls... but not from nausea.
Butterflies. Too many butterflies.
"I doubt that." I turn my ace to hide my blush. "You have less charm than the bums on Venice Beach."
He spreads his arms and legs, taking up most of the couch by himself while I'm curled on the small accent chair to the side. "You're on fire with the comebacks tonight. Please, go on."
"I hear Texas is terribly hot this time of year. I hope you burn up like a lobster dropped in boiling water." I flip him off, then stand to leave.
His large frame and damning smirk are suffocating me.
"Ouch! Now that one hurt," he calls after me.
He's in jeans with holes in each knee and a loose T-shirt that gives a peek of the tattoos across his chest. I've never been into tattooed guys. Too messy and rebellious, neither of which are me.
So why am I letting Ty get to me?
Strip For Me by Georgia Coffman (Naked Heat #1) -
About the Author:
Georgia Coffman is a contemporary romance author with a Master's in Professional Writing. She loves all things books, the TV show Friends, and jumpsuits. When she's not reading, writing, or daydreaming, she and her husband enjoy working out and playing with their two pups.
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