Hold Me Until Morning
by Christina Phillips
Grayson Brothers #2
Publication Date: September 28, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Synopsis: A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
She's the one girl he should never touch...Cooper Grayson is supposed to hole up in a mountain cabin and protect his best friend's little sister from the paparazzi for a week. That's it. But Paris O'Connell isn't a kid anymore, and it's hard to remember this isstrictly business when she bats her big green eyes at him...then crashes through all his carefully placed boundaries.
Paris loves a challenge. And gorgeous Cooper Grayson is the most dangerous challenge she's faced yet. He ignores the sizzling attraction that keeps her awake at nights, and he doesn't care about her fame or her contacts, only seeing her. When they finally kiss, Cooper leaves her bare. Exposed. His for the taking. And take he does...
For one incredibly hot week, Cooper fulfils her every fantasy. But when the real world crashes in, so does reality. And reality tells them there's no way a Hollywood star and a bad boy from the wrong side of town could ever have a future together...
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Synopsis: Every good girl loves a very bad boy...Scarlett Ashford needs a date for her father's wedding. Only she doesn't just need a guy in a suit—she needs a bodyguard. The only problem is that Jackson Grayson is big and gorgeous and way too sexy. So much so that Scarlett's tempted to let this hot bad boy ruin her oh-so-good reputation...
Jackson doesn't do relationships and he certainly doesn't sleep with clients. Yet he can't fight their inconvenient attraction, or how badly he wants Scarlett's warm and wicked curves against his body. He wants her. Now. Even if it's just for one night, and even if walking away the next morning isn't as easy as he thought.
Besides, one hot and incredibly intense night between a bad boy and a pampered princess could never turn into something real...could it?
As the door
opened, panic hit her. Nobody ever saw her first thing in the morning, before
she’d even had time to wipe the sleep from her eyes. Image was everything.
She’d had that drummed into her from the moment she’d signed her first contract
at the age of twelve. Even Hudson fucking Bartholomew, the supposed love of her
life, had only ever seen her once before she’d had the chance to make herself
look presentable.
The look on his
face had been more than enough to convince her that guys simply didn’t want to
see her looking like her normal rumpled self. Even after spending the night
with her. Even if they supposedly loved
her more than life itself, all they really wanted was the image.
It was too late to
stop Cooper coming in now. She tugged the sheet up to her chin. She wasn’t sure
why. The sleeveless cotton top she wore covered a lot more than some of the
skimpy things she’d had to wear as Lola over the last couple of years, and
unless she pulled the sheet over her head she hadn’t exactly hidden herself.
Cooper entered the
room carrying a tray. He’d brought her breakfast in bed? Seriously?
With a flourish he
placed the tray across her lap. There was a plate of pancakes, a quarter glass
of orange juice and—thank God—a mug of coffee.
“There was no
juicer,” he said as he sat at the end of her bed as if this was a perfectly
normal morning for them both. “I had to hand-squeeze those oranges.”
She looked back
down at the glass before he could see the stunned disbelief in her eyes. She
hadn’t thought twice when he’d bought the bag of oranges yesterday. He’d bought
them so she could have freshly squeezed orange juice?
He really was
taking his bodyguard duties above and beyond.
She cleared her
throat. “I didn’t know you could cook.” He was built, he was sexy as hell, and he could cook. Did he have a
girlfriend?
“Yeah, I can
cook.” He sounded amused that she might think otherwise. Would he find it funny
when he discovered she didn’t have a clue when it came to the kitchen? They’d
ordered takeout yesterday and brought it home to eat.
She’d planned to survive on fruit and salad. He didn’t look as though he could
survive on salad.
“Well, thanks.”
The aroma of the coffee made her fingers twitch. She couldn’t live without her
coffee and had brought her own machine with her. “Aren’t you having any?”
He grinned. His
hair looked damp and a shower fresh scent vied with the coffee for her
attention. What time had he gotten up?
He looked good
enough to eat. She dragged her fingers through her hair again, and by the feel
of things she had a horrific case of bedhead. Inside she cringed—until she
forcibly reminded herself that he was highly unlikely to take a photo of her
looking like a witch and sell it to the highest bidder.
Of course he won’t. He was Scott’s best
friend. Even so…
“I’ve already
eaten. I thought I’d let you sleep in for a bit.”
He called seven
a.m. on a non-work day sleeping in? With difficulty, she untangled her
fingers from her hair and attempted to find some dignity. “Thank you.”
She waited for him
to take the hint and leave. Instead, he leaned back against the brass rails at
the foot of her bed. Did he intend to watch her eat? Nerves spiked in the pit
of her stomach as she picked up her cup and took a reviving gulp of coffee.
“No problem.”
She peered at him
over her steaming cup and tried to unscramble her brain. She looked hideous
first thing in the morning, but this didn’t appear to bother him. Of course,
she hadn’t just spent the night with him, which might account for it. On the
other hand, there was a definite spark between them, which meant he found her
hot.
At least, he’d
found her hot yesterday when he’d brought her luggage in. She refused to let
her gaze slip southwards now. Not that she’d see anything in any case, given
the way he was sitting.
She squeezed her
eyes shut and almost managed to convince herself the heat coursing through her
was due entirely to the coffee flooding her system and absolutely nothing to do
with Cooper Grayson and his dimple.
About Christina Phillips
Christina is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
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