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A sexy, no-holds-barred debut from Dylan Rose! Meet yoga goddess Kenzie Fox, who strikes an unconventional—steamy—bargain with Antonio Navedo, the irresistible stranger buying her stake in a rum distillery. Everyone wins in the bedroom... But in love? That’s anyone’s guess...
Clean-living New Yorker Kenzie Fox is ripped from her comfort zone when a relative leaves her shares in a Miami rum distillery. She flies to Florida intent on selling up, but her plans are turned upside down after a chance encounter with a handsome stranger turns into an unforgettable night of passion. One that has her questioning her “no strings” rule on relationships.
When she turns up to the sales meeting the next morning, Kenzie realizes she’s been duped. Sitting opposite her is none other than the mysterious man from last night, Antonio Navedo. Did he use her to get her shares? Their sexual chemistry is still electric, but she’s too angry to let him off easy. Instead of her shares, she offers him a sexy, high-stakes challenge.
If Kenzie can turn the outdated business around in a week, then he must sell her his shares, no questions asked. But if she fails, not only does he get her shares, but she’ll also have to play out his wildest bedroom fantasies—and Antonio has a very wild, shockingly romantic imagination. In this erotic wager, who will end up on top?
DYLAN ROSE is a writer from New York City, who is obsessed with watching romantic comedies, taking hot baths on cold nights and finding the perfect red lipstick. Take Me On is her debut novel for Mills & Boon Dare. Follow her adventures on Instagram @DylanRoseRomance.
Take Me On
Dylan Rose
ISBN: 978-1-474-08695-0
TAKE ME ON
© 2019 Dylan Rose
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
MACKENZIE FOX SAT in the back of a car, en route from the airport to her hotel, and already she was sweltering. It wasn’t just the lack of A/C. The driver had rolled the windows down, letting in a gust of hot air that swept across her cheek each time the car picked up speed as they rolled down Collins Avenue. Plus, she was seriously overdressed. Attired in her go-to travel outfit—comfy black leggings, Ugg boots and a zip-up sweatshirt emblazoned with Honor Yoga, the name of the studio she owned back in Brooklyn—she knew she looked like an out-of-place New Yorker. Just a few short hours ago she was slugging through the slushy February streets, bundled up against the frigid temperatures.
Glancing out the window, she could see the heat rising off the hot bodies that filled the sidewalks. A woman in a pair of jean shorts cut so high that her perfectly rounded bottom was almost completely visible. A group of girls laughing as they crossed the street at an intersection, wearing nothing but neon string bikinis, their bodies bouncing and glistening as they walked. Jogging alongside the cab was a perfectly chiseled man running with his shirt off, with warm brown skin. She noted the beads of sweat glistening on