Art of Love by Khardine Gray Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Art
of Love
by
Khardine Gray
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Never
get involved with a man who is competing for the same job as
you.
It's
a bad idea. Obviously...
And
no, not even if the man is a complete dead ringer for Brad
Pitt/Thor.
No,
not even if he’s an irresistible, charming sex god with his
panty-melting smile and the sexy James Bond English accent to sweep
you off your feet.
Off
Limits.
That’s
what that guy is.
Off!
Limits!
And
trouble.
When
I first met Hunter Kane I knew he was trouble.
It
all began in a bar on a night we should have had one-night stand. The
kind that blows your mind, except I couldn’t remember what
happened.
Then
I was convinced my eyes were screwing with me when he walked in for
the same interview as me.
Then
we got drafted into this competition for the same job.
That
made him my rival.
The
one man I shouldn’t have…
Except…
He’s
is the one man I can’t forget.
It’s
a bad idea to get involved.
But
the temptation of this man is too strong to resist, and my body keeps
betraying me.
I
know one day it will blow up in my face.
I
even know what day that will be.
We
both have to choose.
The
job, or each other…
Then
wanting him will be the least of my problems.
I
opened my eyes and swore I must have drifted into a dream because my
gaze landed on Brad Pitt walking into the bar. Brad
Pitt as in Legends of the Fall Brad Pitt, with the shoulder-length
sleek blond hair parted on the side and tucked behind his ear and the
beard. Jesus, the beard that was neatly trimmed and full-on sexy. My
eyes widened, and I blinked several times taking in the full vision
of him. Muscles
pressed against the thin white cotton shirt he wore with the sleeves
rolled up his thick forearms. I could see the hint of a Celtic swirl
snaking up his right arm, disappearing under the fabric
and reappearing at the base of his neck. He
was tall, tall and powerful looking, and just gorgeous. Deliciously
gorgeous. Delicious?
God, I was already losing my mind. And I was still staring. He
clocked on to me, zoomed in with a keen stare, but I looked away
quickly, pretty certain that I was in no state to attract any form of
attention today. Not
that I thought I’d attract his attention anyway. Brad
Pitt? No, couldn’t have been. Sure, we were in L.A., but Brad Pitt
hadn’t looked like that in years. Legends of the Fall was a 1994
film I watched with Mom over a hundred times right from the ages of
seven to eleven. Enough to know the film word for word and develop an
unhealthy obsession with the actor and watch every single film he
starred in. I also knew enough to know that guy, although a pretty
darn good dead ringer for Brad, was not him, because the last time
Brad Pitt probably sported that look with the long hair was when he
did Troy back in 2004. This
was 2016. Many years had passed since, and while I still thought he
was the best-looking guy in the world, this guy here in the Fish Tale
bar was a real blast from the past. At
least he made me forget my worries for all of two minutes. “Can
I have another one, please, and a bottle of red wine?” I asked my
bartender friend as he walked by. “Sure
thing.” He looked concerned now but nodded and went to get my
drink. He
came back with the original cocktail glass, which held the martini
and a bottle of red wine. I downed the martini straight away and got
that buzz in my brain I was searching for. It made my skin sparkle
like someone threw fairy dust on me. I
was about to open the bottle of wine when someone came up beside me.
Too close. I turned to look at the person and scowl, but as I looked
up, all thoughts of scowling vanished from my mind. Mr.
Brad Pitt look-alike beamed down at me with sharp blue, blue eyes
that reminded me of the sky in that in-between phase before
nightfall. It was a dark blue like that, and against his blond hair
his eyes were striking and almost otherworldly. “My
lady, going to drink that by yourself?” he asked in a rich English
accent that stole my breath away, and all I could do was stare. I
think that maybe I was drooling too, but I wasn’t sure. There was a
good chance I was, to my embarrassment, but my brain had turned to
soup and wasn’t able to function enough to care. His
lips arched into a smooth, sexy smile. “Want some company?” he
added.
I
nodded slowly. Thank God, I wasn’t stupid enough to turn him down.
Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her husband, two kids, and three crazy ferrets.
She
is well traveled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing
and ice skating.
When
not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot
chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends.
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