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By: M.K. Meredith
Releasing
April 24, 2017
Entangled Indulgence
Entangled Indulgence
BLURB:
Mateu Espasa, CEO of Barcelona’s most luxurious hotel, knows how to deliver a five-star experience. When he learns the identity of hotel reviewer, London Montgomery, it seems harmless to play as her local tour guide to make sure she enjoys her stay and places his hotel back in the running for the Elite Life and Travel Magazine's hotel of fame. But every moment with London makes Mateu want her just as much as he needs that review.
Mateu Espasa, CEO of Barcelona’s most luxurious hotel, knows how to deliver a five-star experience. When he learns the identity of hotel reviewer, London Montgomery, it seems harmless to play as her local tour guide to make sure she enjoys her stay and places his hotel back in the running for the Elite Life and Travel Magazine's hotel of fame. But every moment with London makes Mateu want her just as much as he needs that review.
Constantly
working to cover her mother’s medical bills, London needs to have a little fun
on this vacation. First on her list: Kiss a hot Spaniard, and her
knight-in-shining-Armani at the train station seems to fit that bill—he’s local
and definitely hot! But when she discovers the man charming her is really CEO
of the hotel she’s reviewing—supposedly secretly—she decides to see how far
he’ll go to make her dream vacation a once in a lifetime experience.
Mateu shows
her the romance of his city and his soul, but when the truth comes out, the fun
is over, and it turns out nobody wins in a game of hearts.
She picked
up a tomato as Señor Bustillo suggested. “He is adorable.” Mateu chuckled
softly. “He isn’t the only one.”
“Now,
choose a bright, deep red tomato. No bruise, no blemish. Yes?” Bustillo spoke
to the group. She turned hers over in her hand, carefully inspecting for marks,
cracks, or soft spots.
“You want a
heavy tomato. Ripe and juicy makes for tomato with weight.” As the group
inspected their finds, Señor Bustillo checked in with each. “Good. Good.”
“Give
gentle squeeze. You want a tomato that responds to your fingers, like the
perfect woman, yes?” He directed the last part at Mateu, making London want to
roll her eyes.
All men
were the same. Mateu wiggled his brows, and she chuckled softly. It wasn’t his
searing good looks she needed to guard herself against, it was his playful
side. While Bustillo spoke, Mateu stayed close. She could feel the heat
radiating from him, though he didn’t touch her.
Choosing a
plump tomato from the crate, he wrapped his large hand around it in a light
grip. He gave a slight squeeze, and the atmosphere seemed to go from
comfortable to sweltering as her imagination took off on a path all its own.
Holding it out to her, he asked, “What do you think?”
She blinked
twice. “Perfect.” She snapped her eyes to him. “I mean…” Mateu’s smile was slow
and deliberate. She couldn’t help but fall for his teasing. It reminded her of
how fun living could be when stress wasn’t a persistent, heavy blanket.
“Finally,
test the tomato for a sweet, earthy odor. You want strong scent, not light.”
Bustillo’s animated voice boomed over the din of the crowd. Pulling herself
together, London ignored the look in her sexy concierge’s eyes and dipped her
nose toward his hand. She smelled the tomato close to the stem as directed.
“Strong and sweet, just as Señor Bustillo suggests.”
“Strong and
sweet. I’m glad you approve.” She raised a brow. “We’re talking about your
tomato.”
“My
favorite topic.”
MK
Meredith writes
single title contemporary romance promising an emotional ride on heated sheets.
She believes the best route to success is to never stop learning. Her lifelong
love affair with peanut butter continues. Only two things come close in the
battle for her affections: gorgeous heels and maybe Gerard Butler…or was it
David Gandy? Who is she kidding? Her true loves are her husband and two
children who have survived her SEA's (spontaneous explosions of affection) and
live to tell the tale. The Meredith's live in the D.C. area with their large
fur baby...until the next adventure calls.
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