Esme Brett

A steamy and sassy novella. Ever pretended to be a stripper to save someone from an awkward situation? Taylor Francis hadn’t. Until he had. Francis runs a successful event company and lounge bar. Greta Winters is an old-money socialite. Their paths would never usually cross: Francis avoids women in Greta’s tax bracket like a New Yorker avoids Times Square. But in the face of unexpected public embarrassment, he won’t leave her to the wolves. The impulse rescue sparks an attraction Francis can’t get out of his head. But Greta is wary of being charmed by this too slick, too smooth, too gorgeous lothario. Which would be much easier if his voice didn’t make her think of sweaty limbs and twisted sheets. Mostly his limbs. And her sheets. And his – Damn. She’s in trouble. Sexy and funny, with a voice that leaps off the page, this is a 16,000-word contemporary romance with a HEA. Contains graphic language and on page sex. Yay.