Fletcher Novak is Sexy. Fletch has charm, Fletch has charisma, and Fletch has moves. He turns dreams into reality two nights a week, baring his body to lonely women, bored housewives, and bachelorettes looking for that one last good time. He’s into one-night stands, one-time things, and he never, ever gets serious.
Tiffy Preston is looking for commitment.A billionaire’s daughter with the world at her fingertips, Tiffy’s in Lake Tahoe to take over her father’s hotel and clean up the Mountain Men Male Revue Show. She’s well-bred, polite, and hates everything Fletcher represents.
But Fletcher offers Tiffy something she can’t refuse—total satisfaction and the man of her dreams. All she has to do is… everything he tells her.
Because Sexy doesn’t sell… it’s for sale.
Tiffy Preston is looking for commitment.A billionaire’s daughter with the world at her fingertips, Tiffy’s in Lake Tahoe to take over her father’s hotel and clean up the Mountain Men Male Revue Show. She’s well-bred, polite, and hates everything Fletcher represents.
But Fletcher offers Tiffy something she can’t refuse—total satisfaction and the man of her dreams. All she has to do is… everything he tells her.
Because Sexy doesn’t sell… it’s for sale.
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Excerpt:
“Mr.
Novak,” Amy, the resort manager, says in her businesslike tone,
“there was a meeting this afternoon. I had it on your calendar and
you missed it. I’m sure, as always, you have a good reason for
that? I expect to hear it tomorrow at nine AM sharp.” She pauses
for a moment to sigh. “And Fletcher, just so you know, it had
better be monumental.”
There’s a click and the computer voice starts
giving me options before I can disconnect the call.
Fucking management. I hate that corporate shit
they do. And I hate these monthly meetings even more. But I have a
show to do, so I push it away and head back downstairs. The
ordinarily quick lift takes a few minutes and is filled with rich,
drunk gamblers by the time it gets to my floor, so when I finally
walk back through the stage door, Chandler is already calling my
name.
“Fletcherrrrrrr…” he roars above the
crowd of cheers.
“You’re late again, bro,” Bill says,
walking by with his costume in his hand, sweat falling down his face
after his dance routine. His hard body is rippled with muscles and
his wet-look thong is stuffed with dollars.
But I’m a professional, remember?
I take the small set of stairs two at a time
and push the curtain aside, just as Chandler says my name again. His
expression is one of annoyance as he looks at the curtain, but then
he realizes I’m here and it turns to relief. “Novakkkkkk…” he
says, placing the mic in the stand and walking off stage on the
opposite side.
I throw up my arms, allowing the tight white
t-shirt to stretch across my chest and rise up from the waistband of
my tattered jeans a little. The spotlight flashes directly
overhead—just one brief tease of what’s to come—and the
audience goes wild at that little bit of skin. But before they can do
anything else, the stage goes dark again and the music starts
bumping.
I don’t talk on stage. No one wants to hear
what I’ve got to say. They only want to see what I can do with this
body. Hardened from years of sports and diligent gym visits. Lean
muscles accentuated with a grace that you only get with a decade or
more of martial arts training. That’s all they want. That’s all
they see. I’m just something to look at when I’m up here.
So I give them exactly what they expect. A
show.
I start dancing, my hips moving to the beat of
the song. Another flash of light from above. Another round of
screams. And then silence as I freeze.
Whistles and catcalls start. But I hold my
pose—fingertips on the back of my shirt, ready to oblige their
insatiable need for the sight of bare flesh tonight. Then another
flash. I drag the shirt up in that brief glimpse, and then darkness
mimics my pause. The next flash they see my abs, the dream six-pack
that’s mostly genetics, but I do my share of crunches. Then another
flash and I give them the pecs, flexing the muscles and making them
dance a little. And in that final flash, I rip the shirt over my
head.
The front row stands, waving their dollar bills
in the air, begging to shower me with money.
I twirl the shirt several times, taking in the
throngs of women with their hands up, ready to catch the prize, and
then throw it to a little redhead just as all the lights come on to
the beat of the bass. I train my eyes on the crowd, ready to start
the real show, and then the lights switch from me to them, lighting
up their faces—red with the heat of five hundred woman jostling for
position in the room. All of them there for me in this moment. It
pans to the left side, and I use those three seconds to search for my
star. Then down the middle. My eyes train on a woman in a
light-colored suit sitting dead center before I lose her in the
darkness and switch to the right side.
But she’s the one. She’s my star tonight.
And she has no idea how hard I’m about to rock her world.
Author Bio:
JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
You can chat with her on Facebook, Twitter (@jahuss), and her kick-ass romance blog,New Adult Addiction.
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