Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Dalton Brothers Series by Virna DePaul Sale with Excerpt From Bedding The Bad Boy Book #2

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Bedding The Bad Boy

From Author Virna DePaul

Bedding the Bad Boy
Virna DePaul

This bad boy is ready to work some magic… 

Identical twin and Las Vegas performer Max Dalton has always been the number one bad boy in his family, and he’s appreciated the women and fame that comes along with his reputation. 

Grace Sinclair is on a mission when she comes to Vegas, one that involves asking Max, her best friend’s brother-in-law, to give her the pleasure no man’s ever been able to. She suspects Max has more layers than he lets people see, but she’s determined to keep her heart safe even as she offers him her body. 

What neither of them plan on is love—or the triangle the media stirs up with Max’s blonde bombshell actress friend. 

Will Grace see beyond Max’s bad boy fa├žade long enough to trust him with her heart? And will Max figure out what he really wants before he loses the one woman who makes him believe in love again?

“What the hell, Grace? Why are you running from me?”

She gulped. The feel of his hands gripping her arms—gently, but firmly—made her shiver. She pasted a smile on her face. “Oh, hi Max. I’m not running, Sugar. It was just time for me to leave.”

He let her go and crossed his arms over his chest. “Uh-huh. And you didn’t hear me calling you?”

“You called me?” she asked, eyes wide, her tone obviously forced. Lord, she was such a horrible liar.

Slower than molasses going uphill in January, his gaze traveled down her body, taking in her outfit. A rose-colored halter, black skinny jeans and heels. Definitely club worthy and sexier than anything he’d ever seen her wear. When his eyes finally met hers again, she couldn’t help but gasp.

His expression was hot. Scorching. And unless she was mistaken, he looked like he wanted, really needed, what the brunette had said he was very good at providing. Fast and furious sex with a woman all night long. Sex with her.

Before she could stop herself, her gaze traveled to the front of his pants where sure enough…
The evidence of his obvious desire ignited her own.

She’d come here for a reason and now she had her opening.

The question was whether she was going to reach out and take it.

The answer was a resounding no.

She couldn’t.

Couldn’t endure being in Max’s arms only to have him witness her inability to do what so many other women seemed to do so easily. Besides, although he’d checked her out and seemed to like what he saw, it was probably just reflex. She was dressed up. He was on the prowl. More importantly, she’d actually been running from him. His hunter instincts had kicked in was all.

She started to back away. “I’m sorry, Max, but I have to go. It was good seeing you again.”

“Damn it, wait.”

At the commanding tone in his voice, she instinctively stopped. She held her breath as he walked toward her. That breath whooshed out of her lungs when Max lifted a hand and cupped the side of her neck. She gasped at how delicious his touch felt, how it was both tender and inescapable, and his eyes darkened to a deep burnished jade.

“What’s going on, baby? Why are you here?”

The way he stared at her, intense and deep, coupled with the way he called her baby, almost made her knees buckle. They certainly quivered, as did that tender spot between her legs. 
Heat washed over her then exploded when he skimmed his thumb across the line of her jaw. 
The way he was looking at her… as if he saw something in her that others didn’t, as if he liked what he saw and wanted to spend some time exploring it and hoped that’s what she wanted too… made a foolish hope start to bloom.

“Grace,” he said. “Answer me.”

“I—” She licked her lips, noting how his gaze dropped to her mouth as she did so. “I came to ask you…”

When she paused again, he leaned closer, until she could feel his breaths on her mouth, like tender air kisses teasing her with all that could come next. “Grace, I know you’re having a problem with something. You don’t know me well, but I think you know I’ll help you if I can. So tell me. What did you come to ask me?”

She took a deep breath and wondered if she was really going to say it, right here on the street. But the way he was looking at her, the way he was touching her… she wanted more of that. She wanted it too much.

Her gaze flitted away from his. “Max, I can’t…”

He raised his other hand so he was cupping both sides of her neck now. It made her feel boxed in. Trapped.

And she never wanted him to let her go.

Instinctively, she gripped both his wrists.

“Grace. What did you want to ask me?”

“You’re being far too bold, Max. I’m not going to—”

“What did you want to ask me, Grace?”

“Will you please stop—”

“Dammit, just tell me.”

“I want you to give me an orgasm!”

They both gasped.

Oh God, she’d actually blurted it out.

About Virna
Virna DePaul is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of steamy, suspenseful fiction.  Whether it’s vampires, a Para-Ops team, hot cops or swoon-worthy identical twin brothers, her stories center around complex individuals willing to overcome incredible odds for love. 

Bedding The Wrong Brother is a #1 Bestselling Contemporary Romance, and is followed by Bedding The Bad Boy. Her PNR series with Random House launched on April 1, 2014 with Turned. She loves to hear from readers at

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