In the follow-up to Risking It All, hailed by Lauren Layne as “the perfect escapist read,” the heartthrobs of the Naked Men blog and podcast get a little too real about friendship, love, and sex. For one wealthy bachelor, the trouble starts when all three collide. . . .
After narrowly surviving a bus crash in high school with his best friends, science geek Knox Davis resolved to become so successful that he could have anything and everything he wants. Now he’s über-wealthy, a huge business success, and a notorious ladies’ man. Knox refuses to limit himself to one woman, but when his latest conquest—a blond beauty from the Alaskan bush—challenges his superficial ways, Knox begins to see the world through her eyes, and finds he likes what he sees.
A nurturer at heart, Madison Abbott wants to put down roots. She left Alaska to meet Mr. Right—and to track down Logan, the half-brother she’s never met. Instead, she finds Knox. Although the sexy-as-sin bachelor may not seem like marriage material, Madison’s starting to think that Knox is The One. But Knox refuses to settle down, especially once he learns that Madison is his best friend’s little sister. Now it’s up to her to convince Knox that she’s everything he really wants.
Catch all of USA Today bestselling author Christi Barth’s charming Naked Men novels: RISKING IT ALL | WANTING IT ALL | GIVING IT ALL | TRYING IT ALL
Release date:
August 9, 2016
Publisher:
Loveswept
Print pages:
224
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Hot blonde with D cups by the light pole. Easy pickings, judging from her strapless dress and lack of a bra. But Knox didn’t like to shoot fish in a barrel. Well, not anymore. Not since gaining four inches from his high school height and thirty pounds of muscle, and ditching the stupid swoop of bangs only his mom had adored.
So he turned his attention to an average-looking brunette handing off her keys to the valet. Nice legs. Legs that Knox could picture wrapped around his waist. And when she smiled at the valet, she looked interesting. Smart. Smart enough to know the difference between Chardonnay and Riesling. Knox looked up at the June sky. The sun still blazed in D.C., even though it was close to six. So they could start with drinks, and then decide if dinner was on the table . . . or if she’d be the first course.
Knox smoothed the lapel of his pale blue sport coat. Moved across the red carpet that led from the front door of the W Hotel out to F Street.
And almost lost an eye. A metal rod flew at his face. A quick dodge saved his eye. But from the corner of it he saw a woman lunging after the rod, straight into rush-hour traffic. Knox grabbed her waist. Used all his strength to change her trajectory from going heads-up with a row of black SUVs that screamed Secret Service detail and pulled her into his body instead.
He noticed a bunch of things, right off the top. Her height—taller than average by at least a couple of inches. Tons of silky, golden hair that the wind splayed against his face. Not that he minded. Breasts, big and firm and delectable, that brushed the top of his arm. And her heft. No skin and bones fashionista. Not a gaunt and sleep-deprived political intern. No, she had actual muscles that he could feel fighting against him. This was one awesome armful of a woman.
“My phone,” she wailed.
Knox lifted her off the ground to make it easier to carry her off the curb and onto the hotel’s red carpet. “The phone’s replaceable. A new kidney, on the other hand, not so easy to come by.” He could tell the exact moment that she actually noticed the traffic. Because she froze. Confident she wouldn’t lunge into the street again until the light turned red, he set her down. Didn’t let go, though. It’d only be polite to keep her upright until the shock of almost being run over passed.
Mystery hottie spun in his arms. Eyes the color of his favorite Darjeeling tea blinked rapidly. “You saved me.”
“Well, it reflects badly on us locals when we let tourists get injured.”
A golden brown eyebrow quirked upward. “What makes you think I’m a tourist?”
If she had a tour bus seat attached to her ass it couldn’t be more obvious. “There’s a camera bag at your hip. You’re wearing an i heart dc T-shirt, with an American flag in the heart. A local wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those even on the Fourth of July. Oh, and you almost blinded me with that stupid selfie stick.”
“Well observed, Sherlock.” Her tone was genuinely impressed rather than sarcastic. So Knox kept going.
“That’s not all I noticed.”
She tossed her long hair back over her shoulders. “I doubt there’s anything left to notice about me.”
“You smell like honeysuckle. You’re not shy.”
Bright red lips parted on a gasp. “How can you possibly tell that?”
“The loud T-shirt, for one.” Knox hoped his next observation wouldn’t scare her away. “More to the point, you haven’t eased back from me yet. In fact, you’ve put both your hands on my chest.”
“Maybe I wanted to check out the muscles that hauled me away from near-death.”
Knox liked this woman. Liked her take-what-I-want style. Her brashness. “Maybe we should start with exchanging names before you name my pecs.”
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