Excerpt
#2
©
2015 by Kim Karr
Published
by the Penguin Group
Release
date: July 7th,
2015
Phoebe
St. Claire
“We’re
a good team you know.”
I
lifted my head in question.
“We
fit together well.”
Feeling
naughty, I threw him a saucy look.
As
expected, he smiled a rueful grin. “Not like that.”
My
heartbeat went sky high but I contained the effect he had on me and
raised a sensual brow.
“Well,
yes like that, but I mean in business. We work well together.”
Call
it hopeful expectation but I knew we would. Gratified, I relaxed back
down against his chest and murmured, “We do,” before hitting play
on the remote. It meant a lot to me that Jeremy valued my opinion
when it came to business decisions. He’d confided in me about his
plans for Jet Set and we had even discussed the best ways to grow
membership as well as which cities would be ideal targets when he was
ready to expand. I pondered our business savvy as he drew shapes on
my back but when the movie started, I dedicated my attention to
Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Sometime
during the movie, we must have fallen asleep because a pounding on my
door woke me up. “Stay here, it’s probably Mrs. Bardot wanting to
see her dress on me. I’ll just tell her I’ll come by before we
leave.”
“Sounds
good,” he mumbled as he covered his head with the pillow. All the
sex we’d been having was probably wearing him out. I knew it was
me.
I
opened my door to find Lily standing there.
“I
kissed a girl,” she announced.
I
simply blinked at her.
“And
he liked it.”
I
stepped aside for her to enter. “Preston?”
She
traipsed over to the couch and flopped herself down. “Yes,
Preston.”
I
pulled a blanket off the back of the sofa and sat in the chair. “I
thought you weren’t having sex?”
“We
weren’t. That’s the point.”
“Lily,
I’m just waking up. Help me out a little.”
She
covered her face in her hands as she spoke. “After I got off the
phone with you, I went to go find Preston. It was late and he wasn’t
in his room. When I called him, he told me he was in the hotel bar. I
went down there to find him sitting with a French woman who didn’t
even speak English.”
I
was confused. “What was he doing with her?”
“I
asked him the same thing. He told me it was nothing. That he was just
sitting with her. I asked why and he told me he had overheard my
conversation with you and felt bad that I was feeling sexually
frustrated. Well hello, I told him, he could fix it.”
I
grimaced.
“At
least I wasn’t sitting in the hotel bar staring at a dude like I
might fuck him.”
“Is
that what he had planned?”
“No!
That’s when he told me he’d never cheat on me. She was for me,
for us, not him. And then he asked me to kiss her.”
“And
you did?”
“Yes,
I did, to prove a point to him. I wanted him to know I was sick of
this no sex thing and if he wanted me to show him just how sick of it
I was, I would. So I brought her to our room and we sat on the couch
and I kissed her. Then I stood up and looked at him and asked him if
I’d proven to him how much I wanted him now.”
I
pulled my legs up under my chin. “And he said what exactly?”
“That
he wanted me to kiss her again.”
The
situation wasn’t at all funny, but I had a hard time not laughing.
It was just so unbelievable. “So what did you do?”
“Packed
my stuff and left him there to stare at her as I caught the next
flight back to New York City.”
“Did
you ever think he might have a mechanical problem and was looking for
a way to . . . you know,” Jeremy was standing in my bedroom door
looking yummy, all sleepy and crumpled.
Lily’s
eyes shot to his. “To get it up?”
Jeremy
cleared his throat. “Yeah.”
She
looked at him deep in thought. “Why would he have a problem like
that? He never has before.”
Jeremy
shrugged. “Stress, medication, I’m really not sure. I’ve just
heard it happens.”
“We
have been under a lot of stress,” she admitted.
Jeremy
walked toward me and put his hands on my shoulders, massaging them.
I
sighed and leaned forward.
“St.
Claire, focus on me.”
I
laughed. I had really missed her. “You need to talk to him. Ask him
about it.”
“What
if he says yes? Then what? I have sex with a girl to see if he can
get off?”
“Men
do like girl on girl action.”
I
cranked my head around. “Jeremy!” I scolded.
“I’m
just being honest.”
I
narrowed my eyes at him. He raised his palms. “Not me of course.”
Lily
jumped up. “I have to run. I have to talk to Preston and find out
what’s going on. I’ll call you,” she yelled as she slammed my
door.
“What
if that’s not the problem?” I asked Jeremy.
He
plopped on the couch. “At least it will get them talking.”
I
had to laugh.
That
it would.
Will
they or won’t they? #ToxicLove
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Toxic by Kim Karr
RELEASE DATE:
July 7th, 2015
New
York Times bestselling author Kim Karr turns up the heat in a smoking
hot, emotionally compelling romance that takes you into the world of
Manhattan's elite. Meet Jeremy McQueen, a sexy, intense, brooding
entrepreneur who goes after what he wants, and Phoebe St. Claire, a
socialite-turned-CEO who's been drifting through life searching for
something she thought she'd never find again--the right man to share
her future.
Phoebe
St. Claire has devoted herself to saving her family's hotel
empire--but her best efforts have not been good enough. With her
whole world in turmoil, the tenacious go-getter turns to the once
love of her life. Far from innocent, Jeremy McQueen was the guy from
the wrong side of the tracks who her parents would never have
approved of. Their years apart have only made the sexy bad boy more
irresistible than ever--and their reunion is explosive.
When
she asks Jeremy to help her salvage her family business, he agrees
immediately, with only one condition--he wants her in his bed.
But
soon surprising circumstances leave Phoebe reeling. Was this fairy
tale romance just too good to be true? Will Jeremy's secrets pull
them apart all over again?
THIS
IS A STANDALONE SECOND-CHANCE ROMANCE WITH NO CLIFFHANGER ENDING.
About
the Author:
I live in Florida
with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading
books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to
teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to
receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise
my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time
embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.
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