Her Choice by Anne Lange
(Family Ties, #1)
Publication date: June 28th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, SuspenseSynopsis:
He’s not her father’s pick. But he’s her only option.
Gage Barrett’s goal is to bring one of the biggest crime bosses in the city to his knees. The man runs drugs, extorts money, and has the profits laundered by the pretty Angelena’s father. Gage just has to get close enough to find the evidence he needs to put the guy away for good before another family is forced to live through a pain Gage is all too familiar with.
Angelena Bianco doesn’t understand why her father is so insistent she marry the son of one of his clients. Santo is a thug and she wants nothing to do with him. It will be a cold day in hell before she’ll walk down any aisle to that man. When the day comes for her to get married, it will be to a man of her choosing, not her father’s.
Lena has two months and few options. She needs to find a husband, fast before she’s forced into a situation she can’t live with.
Gingerly and as graceful as possible in the back of a limo while wearing running gear and stinking like the three miles she’d run, Lena crossed the short space and settled next to Gage. His sheer size and presence overwhelmed her. She quivered in excitement.
She tried to keep as much distance between them as she could. She didn’t want to mess up his uniform. Unfortunately, the bench seat was smaller than the other one and he took up lots of space. No matter how she moved, some part of her left side rubbed against him. And wow, did he smell so much better than her. Whatever scent he wore, she could spend the next hour with her nose wedged into the center of his chest or the curve of his neck. Which only edged the heat surrounding her up higher by a notch, or ten.
Her phone, tucked into her back pocket, rang out a melody indicating she’d just received a text message.
“Ignore it,” Gage murmured. He faced her and stretched one muscular arm along the top of the seat. He twined his fingers through her damp hair.
The play of his fingers created a tingle under her flesh. He was actually making her job easier by making the first move. She would start there. She could do this. She only needed it to be short lived anyway. She didn’t plan to keep him.
With time not on her side, she’d work with what she had. She needed a husband before her father forced her into a marriage she didn’t want. Gage Barrett was the best choice available for the position. Moreover, judging by the expression on his face, the flaring of his nostrils, and the way he kept shifting to get comfortable, the attraction was mutual. But she didn’t want to appear too easy. “I’m not sure this is appropriate.”
“Is the lady of the house lowering herself to play with the driver?”
She winced. “I don’t consider you the hired help, Gage.”
“That’s exactly what I am, Princess.”
She scowled. “I’ve asked you not to call me that.”
He narrowed his eyes, but not before she gasped at the intensity of the interest burning there. “Prove I’m not the just the hired help,” he whispered into the silent interior of the car.
Lena hadn’t realized just how well the car blocked all exterior noise from entering the sanctum of the lush leather and carpeting. A hundred yards away, down the curving driveway, cars zipped by on the street. Each week a landscaping crew mowed the lawn and weeded the gardens, but today wasn’t that day. No staff, no expected deliveries, nobody to question her motives. Other than herself.
He sat there, staring at her. His eyes dark, hungry orbs. He sucked in a breath. So did she, to capture that clean scent of his again. It was like an aphrodisiac. She watched him watching her, as each waited for the other to initiate contact. Her gaze dropped to his lips. His kissable lips. There was a hardness to his jaw, his whole face, but his lips looked soft. Wanting. Tasty.
Lena canted forward, closing the distance between them. He was the one to beckon her over, but he hadn’t attempted to bridge the gap.
She licked her lips and had the satisfaction of seeing his gaze dart to her mouth. She ran her tongue over them again, just to tease. To tempt. His breath fluttered over her eyes, down the curve of her nose, she was that close to him now. She lifted her lashes, and caught him staring at her. She saw her reflection in his pupils.
Shutting her eyes, she summoned her courage and removed the last remaining space between them. She pressed her lips to his.