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373 pages, ebook
First published August 14, 2013
‘Girl don’t even think about it. You couldn’t afford him even if you emptied all the money in your piggy bank.’You read that right... Mason Lowe is a gigolo. Mason may have a messed up occupation, but he does all the wrong things for all the right reasons. He has a sick little sister, he makes sacrifices to support his family. Mason doesn’t like what he does. But he doesn’t see any other option.
“Honestly, would you date a... person of my occupation?” I gulped. Hells to the no. I would not. “Good point.”
“Yeah.” He let out a long lonely sigh. “Exactly.” “Well, that’s just sad.” I finally decided. “You can’t date or have... recreational... fun, or even fall in love because you went to drastic measures to save your family?” Yes I was feeling bad for a gigolo. Sue me.
‘You are the first person who sees me, Mason, not sex for sale.’
‘I respect you,’ he graded out the words. ‘I admire you, and adore, and respect you, Reese Randall. I will not do this.’
I was in love with him.
Dear God. I was in love with a gigolo.
It was crazy, insane; I was fully aware of that. But this was Mason. My spider killer. My left over food vacuum. My fellow Harry Potter fan. He was my soul mate. It was easy to look past the gigolo detail when I was with him.
‘God, I don’t deserve you.’
‘And yet you have me anyway.’
‘You’re the warm sun that shines when everything is dark. A smile and a hug in a room full of disapproval. You’re... you’re everything.’
“I will find work wherever I am. But I won't find another you.”
“If you love someone enough, you can make them invincible. Like your feelings for them are so strong they work as a magical shield, protecting them from all harm and pain.”
“You are so…”
He grinned. “Charming? Handsome? Intriguing?”
“I was going to say confusing.”
“Ahh.” He nodded in an astute manner. “We’ll slot that under intriguing.”
“I don’t know where to start.”
Mason’s gaze warmed . He wrapped strong warm fingers around my wrist and drew my palm forward, leading me where he wanted my hand to follow. When he set it on the center of his chest, right over his heart and pressed my flesh to his as if fingerprinting my soul to his. I blinked back gratified tears.
“Start here. No one’s ever touched me here before.”
“That sucks. He can ask you out and take you to dinner and try to steal a goodnight kiss. He can go as far into it as you’ll let him take you. And I can’t even compete.”
“His sense of responsibility toward his family was everything to him. Everything. He didn't care if his obligations made him do things that caused him to feel trapped or had him feeling dirty until he hated a part of himself. He wasn't going to stop taking care of Dawn and Sarah in the only way he knew how. He had sold his soul to ensure every bill his mother forgot to pay was taken care of, even the fricking babysitter's bill.”
“Every woman treats me that way, Reese. I’m not a person to them. I’m just…a good time or something vile to be avoided at all costs. And then you came along and you…you hugged me. You are the first person who sees me, Mason, not sex for sale.”
“You’re the warm sun that shines when everything else is dark,” he went on, lifting his hands to rest them on the wall on either side of my face. “A smile and a hug in a roomful of disapproval. You’re…” Wincing, he pressed his forehead against mine. “You’re everything."
From fifty yards, he'd taken my breath away. From ten feet, I'd been ready too have his babies.
Every female instinct in me wanted to reach out and trace the wrinkles in his brow he was making as he frowned.
Must. Soothe. The hottie.
Brace yourself for this one, ladies: He had a tattoo. I know. I almost spontaneously combusted right then and there.
"Every woman treats me that way, Reece. I'm not a person to them. I'm just… a good time or something vile to be avoided at all costs. And then you can along and you… you hugged me. You are the first person who sees me, Mason, not sex for sale."
“God, he looked good. Up close, from a distance, it didn’t matter. The boy didn’t have a bad side.”
“He touched me with such reverence, his fingertips light and curious as they cruised up my spine while his mouth was bold and knowing, his tongue lavishing taut, puckered skin with deadly precision.”
Leaning down, he hugged me and buried his face in my neck. "It feels like a dream, like I'm going to wake up any second and you'll be gone. I don't want to wake up from this."
Shaking my head, I muttered, "You are so..."
He grinned. "Charming? Handsome? Intriguing?"
All three, not that I'd ever admit it to him. He appeared to have a big enough ego as it was. I scowled hard. "I was going to say confusing."
"Ahh." He nodded in an astute manner. "We'll slot that under intriguing."
"Actually, I think it really deserves its own classification."
"Fine. Whatever you like." Shrugging as if it made no difference to him, he sent me a look full of smug, glittering eyes.
I rolled my eyes and let out a big sigh. When I realized he was still just standing there, watching me, I lifted an eyebrow. "So, are you going to sit down or not?"
His smile fell flat. "You don't mind?"
He lifted a finger to hush me. "We're not talking about me. We're taking about you. And you are...you're..." He paused to shake his head.
"I'm...?" I prompted, not sure if I wanted to know where this was going, but my curiosity was too intrigued not to push for more.
"You're quirky...and yet conventional. Innocent but worldly. Reserved yet outgoing. Candid yet guarded. Trendy but also practical. And childlike while still managing to be mature. It's like....you're the perfect contradiction."
"Okay, okay." I lifted my hands to stop her rambling. "Just...keep calm and think of Chris and Liam."
"Okay," Eva repeated. "Okay." She panted a few times as if she was already When an expression of shock lit her face, she straightened and gaped at me. "Hey. That actually worked."
With a grin, I tossed my hair. "I know, right."
No hetero female on the planet could panic with a mental image of the Hemsworth brother combo running through her head.
After he accepted praise from them, he turned to Sarah and bent down to hug her. "You're...my...hero...too," she told him in her halting voice.
He looked like he might start bawling. Cupping her cheek, he grinned at her and murmured, "For you. Always."
Mrs. Garrison had actually kind of disappointed me. She'd let me go without a fight. Humph. Chicken. I'd been all keyed up to kick some cougar ass, too.
Oh, well, such was life. C'est la vie. Maybe I could beat up the next woman who tried to hurt my man.
"You might not have charged me a fee, but kissing you is too big of a price for me."
"…kissing you is too big of a price for me."
"Resist the hunky gigolo, Reese. Resist!"
He had sold his soul to ensure every bill his mother forgot to pay was taken care of, even the fricking babysitter’s bill.
Dear God. I was in love with a gigolo. It was crazy insane; I was fully aware of that. But this was Mason. My spider killer. My leftover food vacuum. My fellow Harry Potter fan. He was my soul mate. It was easy to look past the gigolo detail when I was with him.
I needed a freaking miracle . Or maybe a crowbar to beat some sense into him. Or maybe I needed to beat some sense into myself, because hell, I couldn’t tell which one of us was being the stupidest right now.
6 "smexy, hot damn, ill pay you whatever you want" stars