Title: TOO WILD TO TAME
Author: Tessa Bailey
Series: Romancing The Clarksons, #2
On Sale: September 6, 2016
Publisher: Forever
eBook: $2.99 USD
Sometimes you just can’t resist playing with fireβ¦
By day, Aaron Clarkson suits up, shakes hands, and acts the perfect gentleman. But at night, behind bedroom doors, the tie comes off and the real Aaron comes out to play. Mixing business with pleasure got him fired, so Aaron knows that if he wants to work for the country’s most powerful senator, he’ll have to keep his eye on the prize. That’s easier said than done when he meets the senator’s daughter, who’s wild, gorgeous, and 100 percent trouble.
Grace Pendleton is the black sheep of her conservative family. Yet while Aaron’s presence reminds her of a past she’d rather forget, something in his eyes keeps drawing her in. Maybe it’s the way his voice turns her molten. Or maybe it’s because deep down inside, the ultra-smooth, polished Aaron Clarkson might be more than even Grace can handleβ¦
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EXCERPT
The security guard at the rear entrance came into view, his familiar hawk eyes zeroing in on Grace. Then Aaron. Exasperation moved over the guardβs features before he hid it by adjusting his earpiece. Activity swarmed on the front side of the building, the media, the shouted questions, the general scrape and hum of movement audible, even where they walked along the backside of the school.
Knowing once they were inside, she wouldnβt see Aaron again, Grace smiled up at him, noticing he didnβt look quite as confident as he had a moment before. βIt was nice meeting you,β she whispered. βThanks for not ratting me out.β
βIβ¦β He smoothed a hand down the front of his ruby-colored tie. βI wonβt see youβ¦around again?β
Graceβs hands itched with the urge to burrow into her hair, latch on to the braids sheβd completed this morning while waiting for Aaron to show. βProbably not. Why would you?β
Why was he frowning at her? She couldnβt ask him why, since they were within earshot of the guard and the walk had ended way too soon. With a final memorization of his furrowed brow, she transferred her focus. βHey, Marcus.β
βGrace.β Marcus dipped his chin at Aaron. βWhoβs this?β
Her neck grew stiff. βThis is my handler for today. Heβs new.β
Marcus split a look between her and Aaron, before consulting his clipboard. βNo one ran a change in staff by me.β
Grace could feel Aaronβs sharp scrutiny and ignored it, attempting to breeze past Marcus with a casual smile. βI understand. Iβll just go grab my dad, so he can clear it upββ
βNo. Thatβs okay.β As predicted, a harried Marcus blocked her path. βYour father is busy. Justβ¦β He gave Aaron another once-over, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper between men, as if Grace couldnβt hear every word. βYou know the approved areas? Be sure to keep her within them.β
βYes.β She was impressed when Aaron gave a brisk nod. βWill do.β
Aaron took her elbow and moved them into the back hallway, past the kitchen, where the local Boy Scouts were rushing to mix pancakes and pour them on the oversized, industrial griddle. Once they turned a corner and Marcus was no longer in view, Grace reluctantly tugged her elbow out of Aaronβs grip, rubbing the spot to keep the warmth alive awhile longer. βThis is where we part ways.β
Aaronβs way too handsome face was the picture of bafflement. βWho are you, hippie?β The low, intense vibration of his voice made her shiver. βWhy do you need a handler?β
She reached back and curled her fingers around the metal staircase handle. The one she knew was thereβand where it ledβthanks to last nightβs expedition. Her intent was to slip away without answering, but after ignoring so many compulsions that morning already, she couldnβt deny the final one.
With a thready apology, Grace shot forward and up, locking her mouth with Aaronβs, memorizing the way his stiffness melted in one big deluge. The way he gave a rough exhale through his nose. That gruff sound that drummed from his throat, a split second before his lips opened, tongue teasing in to taste hers. Just some. The most perfect, slick greeting. The two of them hung there, mouths open, lips wet and fitted together, breath racing, kitchen clamoring behind them.
Two ends of a silk rope pulled taut beneath her belly button, a tempting lick of his tongue clenching muscles sheβd never acquainted herself with, nor could she point them out on a diagram. Whoa Nelly. And with her heart slamming against her ribs like a wrecking ball, Grace cut out that snippet of timeβso shimmering and unmarredβtucked it into her pocket, and stole down the staircase, wondering how long the memory of Aaronβs kiss would stay with her. Praying the answer was forever.
THE ROMANCING THE CLARKSONS SERIES
Too Hot To Handle, #1
Too Wild To Tame, #2
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.
She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.
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