The Great Pick Up Line
Take it away Jenny!
His other conclusion: everyone in the world was getting laid except him. Because it wasn’t only the sparks flying between the bridal couple as Jay leaned over and whispered something into Elise’s ear that made her suck in a sharp breath, it was the scene around him. The bachelorettes had dispersed themselves among the bachelors, and the air was charged. He started to slide out of the booth, figuring a trip to the bar to replenish the drink that Gia had stolen would be an excuse to give the lovebirds a little privacy. He’d only just made it to his feet when he heard a quiet voice from behind.
“I want you to make me eggs Benedict tomorrow.”
He jumped about a foot even though the voice was pitched so only he could hear it. How had she managed to sneak up on him? He’d barely had his eyes off her since she arrived. And, more importantly: holy fuck, was she propositioning him?
“Jane,” he said, trying to buy some time to get his bearings-and possibly also to get his dick to calm down. He looked at her feet, which was dumb because he already knew her toes were going to be covered by her shoes. “How are you?”
“I am hungry. For eggs Benedict. In the morning.”
Jesus Christ, she was propositioning him. “What happened to pregnancy scares? Ax murderers? What happened to efficiency?”
“Cameron, I’ve just come from a gay club. It was full of hot, shirtless men writhing against each other. The girls have been talking about sex all evening. I’m starting to think you might be onto something with that whole human touch theory of yours.”
“Aha!” He couldn’t help gloating. “You’re horny.” And so was he. She was right; there were pheromones in the air tonight, and that shit was contagious.
“You are correct.”
“You’re also drunk.” And thank God for it. He needed an out, an excuse to do the honorable thing. “I don’t do drunk hookups.”
She tilted her head at him. “Why not?”
“Because there’s this little thing called consent? Give me a little credit, Jane.”
She smiled, a slow, knowing Cheshire cat sort of smile, and lifted a glass that appeared to be full of cola. “I am stone-cold sober, my friend. Which is another reason this party is wearing on me.”
His dick twitched. “Yeah, you don’t realize how stupid drunk people are until you’re the only sober one in a group of them.”
She hitched her head toward the exit. “So let’s get out of here.”
He sighed. “I can’t.”
One and Only by Jenny Holiday
In this laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, USA Today bestselling author Jenny Holiday proves that when opposites attract, sparks fly.
Miss Responsibility meets Mr. Reckless
With her bridezilla friend on a DIY project rampage, bridesmaid Jane Denning will do anything to escape–even if it means babysitting the groom’s troublemaker brother before the wedding. It should be a piece of cake, except the “cake” is a sarcastic former soldier who is 100% wicked hotness and absolutely off-limits.
Cameron MacKinnon is ready to let loose after returning from his deployment. But first he’ll have to sweet talk the ultra-responsible Jane into taking a walk on the wild side. Turns out, riling her up is the best time he’s had in years. But what happens when the fun and games start to turn into something real?
About Jenny Holiday
Jenny Holiday started writing in fourth grade, when her aging-hippie teacher, between Pete Seeger songs, gave the kids notebooks and told them to write stories. Jenny’s featured poltergeist, alien invasions, or serial killers who managed to murder everyone except her and her mom. She showed early promise as a romance writer, though, because nearly every story had a happy ending: fictional Jenny woke up to find that the story had been a dream, and that her best friend, father, and sister had not, in fact, been axe-murdered. Today she is a USA Today bestselling author of historical and contemporary romance. She lives in London, Ontario.
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