Excerpt
“Bentley!”
Brock barked and shook his head.
“What?”
Bentley shrugged then smoothly walked over to Jane and pulled out a box of
black high-heeled pumps in a size eight and a half. “Your foot, milady?”
Brock
rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Bentley. She can put on her own damn shoes.”
Bentley
completely ignored him. “I love a woman’s foot.” He grabbed Jane’s broken shoe
and tossed it to the side while his hands danced along the arch of her foot.
His fingertips danced along her skin. Seduction by foot rub? That was new.
“It’s
sexy, the arch.” He leaned over her, his lips parting just enough to give her
the impression he was thinking about kissing her. “The curve of a woman’s foot
reminds me of her body…see? Sexy.” He slid the shoe on a very terrified looking
Jane and stood. “Perfect fit.”
Jane’s
mouth opened then closed as a rosy flush crept over her face. “Th-thank you.”
“I bought
you my favorite brand.”
Her
eyebrows arched. How did he know about Manolo Blahnik? “Oh.” And then she
nodded and said loudly, “Ohhhh! That makes sense!”
Bentley’s
eyes narrowed. “Me buying women’s shoes?”
“You
wearing them,” she explained. “That’s great. I mean, good for you. I’m sorry
I’m so awkward at things like this, but it’s good you’re…you know…” She bobbed
her head and sputtered. “Out and…comfortable with it.”
“Out?”
Bentley repeated. “I’m confused.”
“Of the
closet,” she said slowly then saw the scowl on Bentley’s face. “Or maybe you
just like to dress like a woman?” She straightened her shoulders and tried
again. “In either case, congratulations on your choice to wear women’s
clothing!”
Brock
about died laughing as Bentley’s horrified expression went from stunned to
genuine confusion.
“You
heard her.” Brock held his laughter in check. “Congratulations, brother. I’ll
take care of the press release: Bachelor Playboy Bentley Wellington and his
private women’s shoe collection.”
Bentley
let out a strangled laugh. “Yes, and while we’re at it why don’t we remind the
press that the clock is ticking on that auction of yours? Hmm?”
“Auction?”
Jane asked.
“Don’t.”
Brock shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”
“But she
probably already does.” Bentley pointed out. “Unless she doesn’t read the news…?”
They both
stared at her, waiting for an answer.
“I, uh…”
She ducked her head, blushing again. “I read books.”
“How
pure.” Bentley smiled and sat down next to her. “And just so we’re clear.” He
leaned in as though he was going to kiss her. “My bat only swings one way…and I
can assure you, every time I get thrown a pitch, I hit it out of the park.”
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THE BACHELOR AUCTION by
Rachel Van Dyken
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Blurb
Jane isn't entirely sure that Cinderella
got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start, but didn't she eventually
land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her
demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not
a prince in sight. Until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane
wondering if princes---or at least, a certain deliciously hunky
billionaire---maybe do exist.
Except Brock Wellington isn't anyone's
dream guy. Hell, a prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to
the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk---even if it was just a
façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures
it's karmic retribution that he's tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can't have.
But while they can't have a fairy-tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a
little bit of fantasy . .
About the
Author:
Rachel Van
Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling
author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can
find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching
The Bachelor.
She keeps
her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She
loves to hear from readers!
