What the Bachelor Gets

Release date: February 8, 2016
What the Bachelor GetsThe Billionaire Cowboys trilogy by best-selling author Kristina Knight kicks off with a seductive story of long-simmering feelings and hot Vegas nights.

When Vegas Nightly names local property developer Gage Reeves as its sexiest bachelor, he’s barraged with a stream of showgirls, local socialites, and entertainers who all expect something from him. But all Gage wants is to make a success of his new luxury shopping development.

Enter Callie Holliday. Callie dreams of having the hottest day spa in Vegas, but she’s saddled with a bad location and an account balance full of zeroes. When she walks into a last-chance meeting with an angel investor and finds herself face to face with Gage, the childhood friend on whom she had a huge crush, she’s not sure his reputation is the right match for her business. But then he offers her a storefront in his new high-end retail complex, and she has to admit it’s a thoroughly tempting proposition. But feelings she thought were long buried BUY NOWthreaten to turn their deal from strictly professional to decidedly personal.

It’s risky business gambling on love…

by Kristina Knight

Contemporary
Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:
Kristina Knight lives on the shores of Lake Erie with her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots, an incredibly precocious seven-year-old, and one very silly puppy. She writes romance with heart, heat, and, of course, happily ever after. Follow Kristina at her website www.kristinaknightauthor.com, on Facebook, or on Twitter @AuthorKristina.

 

An excerpt from What the Bachelor Gets:

Callie crossed the empty room, opening the first door she came to—an en suite bath with hand towels in a deep, dark burgundy. Blowing out another breath that did nothing to calm her nerves, she closed that door and opened the next, which led to a carpeted stairwell. She felt silly but looked over the railing at the empty steps leading down, down, down for twenty-odd stories. She closed her eyes against a quick hit of vertigo and pushed away from the railing.

The office door opened and closed, and Callie whirled, pulling the door shut. The man in the thousand-dollar Hugo Boss suit didn’t seem to notice her exit from the stairwell as he slid into the vacant chair across from Callie’s. She sat, too, and then forgot to breathe for a moment. Maybe two.

He was larger than she remembered; slightly taller, yes, but mostly just … larger, in the best way possible. Same black hair sweeping up from a high forehead. Same crooked nose. The five o’clock shadow was new and made him look just a little bit dangerous. Not that he needed the shadowed jaw for that, per se. He exuded danger from the wicked light in his brown eyes to the teasing tilt of his firm mouth and the muscles hidden beneath the smooth suit. He wasn’t dressed in football pads or off-the-field jeans and boots, but it was him. And he was talking. She could see his mouth moving, but she couldn’t hear anything over the rapid thumping of her heart.

Her fingers flexed against the smooth leather armrest.

Gage Reeves. Local football legend. Relentless tease to every cheerleader at West High and then UNLV. Well, every cheerleader except her. Back then, Tomboy Callie hadn’t registered on Gage’s girl radar as anything more than “friend.” Sometimes not even that. He was the youngest of the three Reeves brothers, the one everyone thought would take the football scholarship in California but who, instead, played at UNLV and studied business.

Local legend. Hottie McBody.

Damn.

“So I ditched the driver and ran the last couple of blocks,” he was saying. “Thank you for waiting.” He paused, looked around the table, and his gaze stopped dead on her. Surprise widened his eyes. “I think we’re alone.”

“There doesn’t seem to be anyone around.” Callie couldn’t keep the quip from escaping her mouth. “Sorry.”

“The Tommy James version was great, but for my money, Tiffany wins hands down.” Gage grinned. “How are you doing, Callie?”

She tilted her head to the side, and before she could stop them, the words poured out. “My parents have become vagabonds, my boss on the Strip was a pig, I opened my own spa shop, and I’m running out of money. Fast. Other than those little hiccups, I’m doing just fine.” She put her hand to her mouth. “Ignore that. I’m fine, Gage; how are you?”

He laughed, the sound rich in the room. “You never did pull any punches did you? I heard your dad sold the ranch to a developer last year. Didn’t realize you were back in Vegas, though.” His deep voice rumbled along her nerve endings, just like it had when they were kids.