MORE THAN TEMPT YOU

I romanced her for revenge…but what if she’s not the enemy? I’m Clint Holmes—hands-on business owner and a beast in the bedroom. Life was great—until fate ripped my father from my life. Now the only thing that matters is finding the woman responsible and making her pay. But beauty Bethany Banks is a Harvard-educated shark used to playing dangerous corporate games. How can a blue-collar guy like me outsmart her? One glance, and the answer is obvious. I seduce her. During our slow-dance of secrets and lies, I get to know the supposed ballbuster…only to discover her ambition and tough exterior hide a woman who’s vulnerable and heartbreakingly alone. Instinct urges me to protect her, but I came for retribution. Night after night, I ply her with my burning touch until I drown in her pleasure. Suddenly, I’m addicted and questioning everything, especially the fine line between love and hate. But when the past comes back with a vengeance, exposing the truth, can I prove that I’m more than tempted to make her mine forever? ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "I nibbled my nails to nubs one minute and had to turn up the A/C the next. I enjoyed the hell out of every step of their journey and was sad to turn the final page. I wasn’t ready for the goodness to end…sigh.” – iScream Books Blog **More Than Tempt You is part of the Ruthless Devotion Contemporary Romance series, but every book can be read as a standalone. A HOT, romantic story with strong language, sexy times, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after!** ✔️ Instant download • Secure transactions • Read on any device Series: Ruthless Devotion Main Characters: Clint & Bethany Formats: eBook, trade paperback Word Count: 78k Page Count: 244 pages Prior Reading Necessary? No Tropes: Alpha Hero, Angst, Blue-collar Hero, Enemies to Lovers, Revenge, Secret Past, Temporary Fling, Workplace Romance 🔥 Inside MORE THAN TEMPT YOU 🔥 “Brush off your rusty bartending skills. You’re in. You start in three hours.” I let out a sigh of relief. Game on. Last night, Ash and I stayed up, plotting the best tactic for me to interact with Bethany. If I’m going to win her over and be her “pal,” I can’t pose as a customer who buys a drink or two. I need time with her. Working together seems like the smartest ploy. Since Ash is in good with the manager of this dive bar, he can give me the same shifts as Bethany. She and I will have being new on the job and new to the island in common. After those conversation starters, I’ll figure out how to build our rapport from there. “Thanks, man. I owe you.” I get cleaned up, check in on my brothers, pace while I wait for Ash. I try to nail down my opening approach—what I’ll say to coax her into talking to me, how I’ll thaw her emotional ice. By the time Ash arrives, I’ve got a rough plan in my head, and it starts with flattery. Don’t most people like to be buttered up? Then I’ll give her some aw-shucks, fish-out-of-water crap while I play on whatever sense of adventure she has about exploring our beautiful surroundings. By this time tomorrow, I’m hoping she sees me as a budding acquaintance who may soon become a confidant. Then…once she spills her guts, I’ll nail her to the wall. After a quick lunch at Zippy’s by the airport, we head to Lahaina. “The bare is tourist central, being near the hotels and right on the beach. We’ll be busier as the night wears on. But you’ll have a few hours to acclimate—and sidle up to your victim.” “She is not the victim.” My father was, and—thanks to Bethany Banks—he’s no longer here to defend himself. That’s my job. Ash winces, contrite. “Sorry. Bad choice of words. I meant your target.” “I know. I’m just…” Touchy? Nervous? No, uncomfortable. The truth is, I’m not loving any of this. Deception goes against my grain. I’m usually honest, even painfully blunt at times. I try to stay friendly about it, but I make my point without mincing words. Hell, I work in oil fields, so that wouldn’t fly anyway. But I can’t handle Bethany as if she’s a fellow oil man. She plays cunning corporate games like a deadly shark. The only way I’ll have a chance to beat her is to convince her I’m no threat at all. I try to quell my irritation. I have to do this. For myself. For my brothers. But mostly, for Dad. He deserves justice. When we pull up to the bar, two things hit me right away. First, despite Ash’s protests, it’s a dive. Granted, it’s a dive with charm, but the place looks as if it’s been here at least forty years, most of them without significant upgrades or improvements. Second, every single person appears to be having a great time—except the petite blonde who’s carrying a serving tray, wearing a strappy white bikini top and denim short-shorts, walking in my direction with shoulders squared and economical strides. Her wide-set eyes, surrounded by a thick fringe of dark lashes, hit me like a sucker punch of green. Wisps of platinum hair manage to soften the sharp angles of her face, but her full mouth pressing into a severe line shouts a silent keep-away. Her cleavage, however—which looks one-hundred-percent real—lures me closer. I can’t help but gape as, chin raised, she strides past me, heading for the bartender on duty with purpose. “That’s Bethany Banks?” I whisper to Ash, fighting an instant, blazing erection. He merely sends me an I-told-you-so grin. Damn. She’s fucking hot. Not just kind of. Not just a little. She’s smokin’. She’s a full-blown, five-alarm, inferno-inducing blaze. As much as I hate to acknowledge that, why lie? Her pictures did not do her justice. They all made her look like a corporate drone. This woman… Whoa. I don’t stop to consider all the reasons I shouldn’t. I turn and watch her walk away. The view from the back is equally stunning. Delicate strands of her pale hair tumble from a loose bun and brush her slender nape. Her intricate bikini top crisscrosses her shoulder blades and wraps around her narrow rib cage, the white fabric emphasizing the faintly peachy glow of her skin. Her hips, wrapped snugly in well-worn denim, flare below her tiny waist and sway enticingly with every step. “Put your tongue back in your mouth if you’re not going to seduce her,” Ash whispers in my ear. I rip my gaze from her to glare at him. But why bite his head off when he’s right? “Yeah. I just…” I blow out a breath. “You warned me.” “And you didn’t believe me. We need to get you laid.” I suspect Ash is right…but suddenly I’m wondering who the hell will divert my attention when Bethany so thoroughly snagged it. She’s the enemy…and my dick doesn’t care. 📚Start reading now!