Weekend Lover by Melissa Blue Read Free Book Online

experiencing freedom and the wild abandon of their reckless
agreement.
    Unfortunately, one
detail was tantamount—Sebastian Clark is a publicist and now he’s
gunning for her job.
    Sebastian is far
from some simpering, mooning idiot, and, yet, he can’t stop
dreaming about Nicole’s silky thighs and ripe lips, how she'd
shuddered under his touch. He doesn’t need a woman who is more of a
shark than he when it comes to PR, except he’s seen every, single
soft inch of her. Now they’ll have to work side by side and somehow
ignore what feels like unfinished business.
    Will the weekend
they spent together turn out to be more than they could have ever
imagined, or will past hurts and career ambitions stand in their
way? Only Cupid knows...
     
    See Megan Run, See Her Fall
Series
    All Megan Hazely has to do is stay
home for thirty days and attend her mother’s wedding to get the
deed to her father’s home. Except there’s Aiden Blake, Megan’s
ex-boyfriend. The boy she loved has become a man. Time hasn’t
lessened the spark between them, a spark that should have died the
day she hitchhiked out of her small town. A rock and a hard place
has nothing on Megan.
     
    See Lynne Chased, See Her
Fall Series
     
    Nathan Craine eats small businesses
for breakfast. There's one store he is dying to buy, but this time
it is for very personal reasons. He's certain the owner will hand
over the store; it's only the matter of naming a price. To his
surprise, Lynne Kelley refuses to sell, now or ever... In this
battle, someone has to lose. And the cost of winning might be far
more than either is willing to pay.

Sebastian and Nicole
aren't done just yet...
     
    Down With Cupid
Excerpt

Chapter One
     
    Nicole Harrison's heels clacked over
the granite floor of the office building in a rapid staccato. The
sound bounced off high vaulted ceilings lit with art deco
chandeliers.
    The loud echo, unfortunately, didn't
drown out, Anna's voice coming from the earbud. “Please don't tell
me you're late.” The usually husky timbre grew sharp. Her boss was
about to start ranting.
    So, Nicole wouldn't say she was late.
In this case, late was a technical term. She'd taken a break to get
a much-needed-afternoon-iced coffee. Keeping calm, she tapped a
thumb against the phone's screen. Ten minutes to make it to the top
floor. She downed more iced coffee—the reason she was ten minutes
from getting an ass chewing.
    Stark quiet filled the earbud. Silence
was deadly, because that meant Anna was gearing up for a
condescending rant. It would involve telling Nicole all the things
she was doing wrong and implying that's why she hadn't made it to
the next level of managing director. Reins Anna held like a woman
in the 1950's clutched her pearls when bad words flew out of a
pretty girl's mouths. Since Anna was also the founder of Limelight,
an esteemed PR boutique, her word was law.
    Nicole's grasp tightened on the phone.
“Am I late?” She pffted.
    “ Then you're there with him
now? Because he's already here.”
    Nicole choked. Tapped her
phone again. Nine minutes. Stay calm. Don't panic. The computer
mogul paid the company a king's
ransom to make him look good on paper and
TV, and despite this, the client never show up for scheduled
meetings. She usually had to hunt him down like a repo agent. If he
didn't fork over a buttload of money, Anna would have dropped him
long ago for tying up Nicole's schedule.
    Reticent to do any kind of
public events, she still manged to talk him into a bachelor auction, on
Valentine's Day. In a month. Handsome and charming, he'd be the
perfect bachelor. Unfortunately, he hadn't finalized any of the
details, and it was nerve racking to say the least to build a buzz
when the man hadn't even confirmed he'd actually show
up.
    Knots in her stomach had become a
constant companion, and they twisted in her gut now. After a quick,
mournful glance at her feet, Nicole broke into a run. At the first
sign of a trash can, she tossed the