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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 is LIVE! Get ready to fall for this Gemini! He’s flirty, clever, and charming. ;) #Friendstolovers #StandAlone #Fun #Flirty #Steamy

 

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"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐜’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐦 𝐳𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 “𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.”- 𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚, 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬

Blurb:

Meeting a man in Vegas is easy. Finding one to settle down with? Not so much.

When I relocated to Sin City for my job, I decided this was my fresh start to get away from old habits, including my penchant for dating the wrong type of guy. Namely, bad boys.

So, I came up with an experiment to make me expand my dating horizons. I can only talk to men whose name begins with a certain letter of the alphabet. After I meet them, we hang out, and we might date for a short period of time, but if he’s not the one I move on to the next letter. It’s easy, and it leads me to meeting all kinds of new men until one night at the bar, a very sexy bartender discovers my little plan.

The cocky bastard of a bartender is Nicolás Antonio Santiago, and he’s as gorgeous as his name.

Enthusiastic, charming, and clever, Nic takes to my love life with interest and helps me with my pursuits. We become fast friends, and he whisks me on his wild adventures. His impulsive ways become addictive, and while I’ve been trying to stay away from bad boys, I find myself falling for one.

As our relationship grows intense, I have to push my desires aside and stay the course. Nic doesn’t do love or relationships. Even if the sexual tension between us is palpable, I have an experiment to finish, and the next letter in my list is far from N.

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. My fear is when I leave, my heart will stay here too.

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EXCERPT:

“Can I get you another drink?” Nic appears, making me jump in my spot.

My hand rises to my heart, which is beating out my chest. God, I hope he didn’t hear us talking about him. He nods his head to my glass, and I realize he asked a question.

“Nah, we’re—”

“We’d love another round,” Marie interrupts me, placing her glass next to mine and pushing them both forward toward him.

I squint at her, wondering what kind of game she’s playing.

Nic makes our second round of drinks, and while he does, his green eyes dance up to me and then look down with that full-mouthed smirked. I lift my brows in question at what he wants to ask but clearly isn’t saying.

He seems to sense my intrigue in his posture because as he places our glasses on the bar, he says, “I thought for sure that last guy in the collared shirt was going to win you over.”

“Win? Like I’m a prize?” I ask with a narrowed eye and tilted jaw, hoping he answers this correctly.

“Aren’t all women prizes to be won?” He pauses and places his finger to his chin. “Or I guess it’s more like presents to unwrap.”

My laugh is exasperated. “That is so misogynistic. Women are not trophies to put on a shelf or gifts. And if a woman dresses a certain way, that does not mean she intends to be undressed.”

“I never said that,” he defends. “You assume men only find attractive women to be desirable when in fact smart and adventurous are the sexiest things a woman can be. But”—he grins with a point—“when you walk into a bar, your brain and wild-hearted spirit aren’t written across your face. Your pretty blue eyes and bow-shaped mouth are. And the way your brown hair spills over your heart-shaped face. Looks attract, but the mind is what keeps us intrigued. When I find the whole package, hell yes, that’s a present I’d love to unwrap at the end of the night. And to have that on your arm? Fuck, I’d die to show it off.”

Marie’s face lights up with joy. “I like the way you think.” She looks back to me with wide eyes, and I shake my head to deter her from whatever oversharing thing she’s about to say, but she blurts out anyway, “Evette has an issue with being physically attracted to the wrong guys and finding out later that they’re not the whole package.”

“Is that why you turned those guys away? Red polo and beer over there is your type?” he asks like the thought of me going home with Shawn is revolting, albeit the appearance of his dimples as he pours a martini shows he’s satisfied that I didn’t go for him.

“Physically, yes. He was someone I would be attracted to, but I’d probably be disappointed by the end.”

“You would. He ordered domestic. Guys who order domestic beer aren’t into trying new things.”

“That’s not true,” I say in disbelief and then quickly become intrigued. “How so?”

“Work behind this bar long enough, and you see who goes home with whom. Men who drink tequila don’t want to remember who they are. Vodka and soda means he’s on a diet and probably a little insecure while a Manhattan is for someone who just wants to unwind and doesn’t want any trouble. I’d prefer all those to domestic beer that has no place at a bar.”

“I think it shows he’s authentic and genuine,” I counter.

“Cheap and unimaginative.”

I twist my mouth. “What kind of drink does a real man order?”

“Whiskey or bourbon straight. If he knows exactly which brand he wants on top of that, he knows where he’s going in life.”

“Shut up,” I say, totally bemused, even though I don’t want him to stop talking. “What about a guy who orders vodka straight?”

There’s a girl shouting drink orders to Nic.

He listens and then starts to make them while talking to me. “He’s probably still in college and has a ping-pong table in his basement.”

“Craft beer?”

He pours liquor into the metal shaker. “Has learned what he likes and is willing to pay a higher price for quality. He’ll treat you right.”

“Gin martini,” Marie throws out.

Nic answers easily, “The guy knows what he wants. When he wants.”

“A Cosmopolitan?” I ask as a joke.

Nic doesn’t laugh or smile as he shakes up the drink and answers seriously, “He doesn’t give a shit what people think and is confident in what he likes and in himself. Marry him … if he’s not gay, of course.”

“What do you drink?” I challenge.

A slow smile builds across his face as he pours out the frothy mixture into two martini glasses. “Margaritas.” I open my mouth to ask what that means about him, but he smirks as he says, “You’re gonna have to figure that one out for yourself.”