Privileged and ambitious attorney Teague Elliott is on the fast-track to getting everything he wants. All he has to do is stay on the straight and narrow and a high-profile political career is his for the taking. Until he wakes up naked with a Vegas showgirl...
Risa Clay has worked hard to put her showgirl past behind her and start fresh. But she owes ten grand to the wrong people, and to pay off her debt, she agrees to betray a stranger. . .but she ends up with a husband and guilty conscience.
Savvy and determined, she double-crosses the mob, goes on the run, and turns up on Teague’s doorstep armed with a dangerous secret, a marriage license, and the power to ruin his well-planed future. She thought using Teague again would be easy, but the passion that exploded between them in Vegas didn’t stay in Sin City and betrayal is the last thing on her mind.
Now Teague has to choose between the future he’s planned for all his life, or the one with Risa that he can’t turn away from.
OUR POST FOR THE EVENT:
I love Vegas. I love
Elvis. I love romance novels.
In my latest release, SWEET SOUTHERN BETRAYAL, I got to indulge
in a little bit of fun on the strip. Glitz, glamour, Elvis, and a little bitty
wedding chapel.
In this book, Teague Elliott is a man with a plan. A hotshot
lawyer with the White House in his future, the last thing he needs is a most
unsuitable wife who tangles up his mind and burns up his sheets.
Risa Clay is a Vegas showgirl who runs an online sex toy
business on the side. She’s put her
rocky past behind her but when she owes the mob money, she has no choice but to
betray a sexy stranger and ends up with an irresistible lover.
I loved writing this book and bringing these two unlikely
people together.
But the best part?
Putting poor Teague through the wringer and turning his life upside down
until he had no choice but to lay it all on the line and put all his chips on
one number.
Winner takes all.
And Teague is not a man who likes losing.
Bio:
Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling
around and falling in love in her bestselling books. When she’s not writing
sexy, sizzling romance she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little
comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Manganiello. You can find Robin at her
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Excerpt:
“What do you want, Teague?”
Risa leaned in, brushing her lips against his with the weight of a whisper, and
he knew that in spite of his grip on her, she was the one who was in control.
“Throw out all your plans. Live in the moment, and tell me what you want. Not
for your family or the firm, but you.”
Her tongue was wet and warm
against his lips, pressing lightly until he allowed her to enter for a slow,
sweet kiss that promised him all he desired if he would just say the word.
“Tell me what you want.”
For one more night—fuck the
plan.
Teague took her mouth wanting,
needing, to make her stop talking. She opened to his tongue as he swept inside
her, tasting and devouring her breath with every press of their lips. Her hair
was like a silken cord wrapped tightly around his fingers and he couldn’t tell
if he held her or if she’d captured him. Her moan, deep and low, tore him open
like an explosive blast, unleashing everything he’d kept bottled up inside him.
“You make me so goddamn
crazy.” He panted against her skin, tasting her sweet desire, soaking in her
surrender. “You live so freely, but I know you’re holding things back, pushing
me away.” He caught her lips in another kiss, swallowing her cry of passion.
“But I can’t seem to shake you loose.”
“What do you want, Teague?”
She wouldn’t let it go. Risa tracked her hands down his chest, across his
stomach, until her fingers curled around the waistband of his sweatpants. Her
skin against his belly made him gasp with its heat and electricity. His body
was on autopilot, his hips bucking forward until she responded to his silent
request with the press of her palm against the hard, aching length of him.
“I’ll leave soon and this will be over, but I’m here now. All you have to do is
ask and you can have it. Anything you want.”
“I want—” He swallowed hard, the
images of what was to come making it difficult to speak with his heart
clamoring in his chest. “I want your mouth on me.”
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