Shelly Bell, Author

Shelly Bell, Author

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Sway With Me

 

 

Sway With Me

He’s willing to get as dirty as it takes…

Retired dancer Portia Dubrovsky is determined to lay down roots, so when her billionaire step-uncle dies, leaving her and a sexy stranger a mansion, she sees the perfect chance to make it happen. All she has to do is convince the other owner not to sell and keep herself from falling in love with him while sharing the house—and a bed.

After losing his inheritance, Greek playboy Ryan Sullivan is determined to regain his wealth and that means selling the mansion. But when getting what he wants means destroying Portia’s dreams, Ryan will have to decide how far he’s willing to go. Because now that he’s got Portia in his life, he intends to keep her there…permanently.

 


Excerpt from Sway With Me

Ryan rose from his chair and settled his button George's desk immediately in front of her. "Are you honestly willing to throw away two-million dollars based on the condition we have to live together?"

Not good. Now she had a direct view of the slight bulge behind his zipper. She gulped and clamped down her budding arousal.

He smiled down at her. "I promise you, I don't bite. I'll put the toilet seat down. I always squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom. And I'll rinse out the sink after I shave."

Such a sweet talker. No way could she allow him to get the upper hand. If this was going to work, she'd need to assert herself and prove Portia Dubrovsky would not be intimidated.

She stood, wedging herself between his spread legs and looked at him face-to-face. "It's not that. I'm not comfortable with the idea of living with you."

His lips pressed tight for a moment before they relaxed into a grin. "The house is huge. Five bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, plus a bunch of other rooms for whatever your heart desires. We won't ever have to see each other if we don't want to. It will be like living in the dorms at college, only with less beer and better food."

He smelled like soap and man, fresh and clean from the shower, without a hint of cologne masking his true scent. She'd always preferred a man's natural scent over a manufactured one. Unfortunately, Ryan's intoxicated her, undermining the firm hand of control she so desperately needed to maintain with him.

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