Read an Excerpt from DODGING TEMPTATION by Avery Flynn

About DODGING TEMPTATION

You can't hide from love...or revenge.

Dodge Loving wants revenge...and he's about to get it. On the cusp of closing a multi- billion-dollar luxury resort deal, Dodge can't afford for anything go wrong. But then a fiery redhead shows up, the paparazzi hot on her trail, and throws his world into chaos. He has to get rid of her. Immediately.

Harper Conner just wants to be left alone, but after slapping her cheating senator ex- husband during a televised press conference, she's a hot commodity. The ultra exclusive resort in Wyoming seems like the ideal place to hide--and work--so there's no way she's letting the Type-A jerk who runs the place fire her.

Despite the animosity sparking between them, Dodge and Harper can't keep their hands to themselves. This thing between them can't happen. It won't. But his mother has other ideas...and she's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure Harper and Dodge fall in love.

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Loosening his tie with one hand, Dodge leaned his shoulder against the swinging door and entered the kitchen. The light over the industrial sink was on, and the walk-in freezer door stood open. An off-key rendition of “All I Want for Christmas is You” filtered out from the freezer. Harper. It had to be. He paused mid-step, the first hint of a smile cracking through his pissed off shell. The woman was horrible, a singing-in- the-shower- couldn’t-even-help level of awful. She might be the only person in the world who could give him a run for his money in the shitty singing category.

He released the breath pushing against his ribcage like an overfilled balloon. Her caterwauling did more to unwind the tension in his shoulders than the punishing workout he’d put his body through this afternoon. He removed his cowboy-boot cuff links, dropped them into his shirt pocket, and rolled up his sleeves as he made his way to the freezer, getting there in time for Harper’s big finish.

Dressed in black yoga pants and a tank top that made his mouth go sawdust dry, Harper sang her way to the front of the freezer with her eyes closed and a spoon for a microphone. “All I want for Christmaaaaas is youuuuuuuuu.”

When the note cracked, he broke in. “You know it’s May, right?”

Harper’s eye’s snapped open, and the drawn out “you” turned into a startled yelp. Her singing was pitchy, but her scream was downright earsplitting. A deep flush raced up from her cleavage, turning the miles of creamy flesh nearly as red as her hair.

“Would you stop doing that?” Eyes narrowed and attitude set on kill, she stormed out of the freezer armed with her spoon and half a gallon of ice cream and kicked the door shut behind her.

“What?” He didn’t bother hiding his grin. “Telling you the month?”

She stormed past him, giving him a wonderful view of her ass covered in the clingy black fabric, and headed for the hall door. “No, scaring the shit out of me.”

“Sorry.” He slipped in front of her, cutting off her escape route, and tapped on the frozen half gallon’s lid. “What’s the flavor tonight?”

“Cookie dough and, before you ask, no—I’m not sharing.” But she didn’t make any moves to circle around him. For as cold as her words were, everything else about her was fiery hot.

She nibbled on her bottom lip and the tension that had ebbed out of his muscles came back in full force. Last night her full lips had tasted of mint chocolate chip and temptation. Tonight, he wanted to taste more than the ice cream off her lips. He wanted to drown in her. Mixing business and pleasure was about to get interesting, but as long as he remembered who she worked for, he’d be the one coming out on top.

She smelled of lilacs, fresh soap, and the kind of trouble a man couldn’t help but get tangled up with. Pink tinted her porcelain skin, the last reminder of her earlier flush. Her nipples tented the smooth fabric of her tank top. From the freezer or him? If it wasn’t him, he sure as hell wanted his chance to show her what he could do.

Hard and hungry for her, Dodge stood his ground even as every urged him to take what he wanted—what she wanted.

This wasn’t a typical mutual seduction. He had to take it slow so he could find out exactly what she was planning with his grandfather and counteract it without either of them being the wiser. But, of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy every minute of it.

“You’re not sharing?” Instead of reaching for Harper, he toyed with the carton’s lid, popping it open, his gaze never leaving hers. “Not even a spoonful?”

“No.” She slapped her hand over his, shutting the ice cream lid. “You’re on my shit list.”

“That makes us even. You’re on mine, too.” He brought his thumb up, stroking it across the center of her soft palm, even that simplest of touch making his cock hard. “Half a spoonful and in exchange I’ll provide the whipped cream and maraschino cherries…as long as you promise not to sing.”

About Avery Flynn

Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey's Mallory books. It wasn't long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin's four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn't long before the local book stores' staffs knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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