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HER EVERYTHING
by Tara Andrews

Erotic Romance

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Rachel Turner made a mistake—a couple, in fact.  Ruining a surprise meeting with the front man to her favorite band is just the beginning.  But agreeing to switch places with her famous sister may spell the end of both of their careers. With rumors flying and an unexpected invitation from Madame Eve, Rachel hopes she can put the mistakes behind her.

Attending an event to support a charity close to his heart, Mark Travis wasn’t looking for love, or even company—and definitely not with a fan.  But when he puts in a hasty bid at a silent auction and wins the services of 1Night Stand, Madame Eve has something different in mind.  A single evening with a woman she claims can fulfill his needs.  But one night might not be enough.

Come morning, will Mark and Rachel’s unexpected one-night stand give them more than they bargained for?

 

“Well, right now, because of this little trick, Sasha’s reputation is in jeopardy. Yours isn’t. I’m going to come up with some explanation, and you’ll need to go along with it.”

The potential consequence of her actions hit Rachel like a bucket of ice water. After spending years defending, covering, and insulating her twin, Rachel’s instinct to protect Sasha came naturally. But to let Victor think he could use her however he decided went too far.

Then again, if the scandal ruined Wicked Vixen, Rachel would be out of work, too. Contrary to what Victor said, it had put her in a vulnerable position. Who would hire her with scandal as baggage? No one.

Rachel had always been the more realistic and levelheaded of the girls, and sometimes it sucked. Too bad her levelheadedness had been absent when she’d agreed to the idea. Still…. “I don’t think Sasha would agree to lie—”

“Well, she didn’t seem to have a problem lying to hundreds of people earlier. Now we have to deal with the fallout.”

Though she hated his harsh assessment of what they’d done, Rachel could hardly argue the point. And she couldn’t deny that if it weren’t for Victor, no one outside Long Beach would have ever heard of Wicked Vixen to begin with. She’d be smart to do as he said, except it didn’t sit well with her at all. He could spin it to somehow pin it all on her. If that happened, even if she continued to work with the group, publicly she’d be the bad guy. They’d joke about the whole thing on the radio and rip her apart in the news rags while her sister went on her way.

“Excuse me, is there a problem?”

Rachel spun to find Mark Travis taking a casual sip of his drink, his gaze moving between her and Victor. Had Mark heard their conversation? Absorbed in it, she had no idea how long he’d been standing behind her.

“Hello.” Always quick, always networking, Victor extended a hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mark. I’m Victor Paul, Wicked Vixen’s manager.” Slow to accept the greeting, Mark finally shook. Victor barreled along, motioning toward Rachel, “And this is—”

“Rachel Turner,” Mark supplied and held out his hand toward her, as well.

Dazed, she reached for it. Warmth from his grasp seeped into her and spread up her arm. A calloused thumb brushed her wrist before he let go. She shivered but hid it by shifting to allow them all to face one another.

“I’d hate to interrupt. Were you finished?” The slight tilt to Mark’s lips belied his regret. Rachel nodded, unable to speak, and wondered if she’d somehow given away her desire for escape. He asked, “Well, then, would you care to dance?”

Before leaving, Victor jumped in. “Excellent. Rachel, we’ll talk later.”

Surprise overriding any self-editing ability she possessed, she blurted, “You remembered my name?”

“Of course. Beautiful women tend to stick in my mind.”

The flirtatious line surprised a laugh from her. “Good one.”

His answering smile set off a swarm of butterflies in her belly. She used the action of stuffing the note inside her purse to allow a chance to steady her breath and hands. First the mysterious invitation from Madame Evangeline then the unsettling discussion with Victor, and now Mark Travis was seeking her out. She needed to pull herself together.

Done with the stalling tactic, she returned her attention to him. “I’d love to dance.” I’d love to do a lot of things with you. Dancing was only one of them.

Running her fingers over the soft wool of the jacket to take his offered elbow, she imagined the hours of guitar-playing that must have helped sculpt the hard muscles evident beneath the fabric. Butterflies morphed into tiny phoenixes, her cheeks warmed, and the heat spread south to reach between her legs. She wasn’t sure which she found more inconvenient.

On the dance floor, Mark tugged her waist to pull her close. With one hand clasped in his and the other resting on his shoulder, she followed his lead. He danced with the same confidence and style as he walked—sure, commanding, and…so incredibly hot.

Thanks to the four-inch Louboutins Rachel had borrowed from her sister, the top of her head barely reached his chin, but high enough, if she dared, to rest her temple against his cheek. Though tempted to find out if the stubble along his jaw was as soft as it looked, she didn’t dare. But, oh, how she wanted to. At least they were close enough that the spicy scent of his cologne surrounded her.

A love song played, its lyrics about longing the perfect fit for her one-and-only dance with the man she’d admired so long from afar.

“You didn’t come back.” His voice, rough and low, vibrated against her cheek.

She tilted her head to meet his gaze. The intimate proximity allowed her an up-close-and-personal view of his brown eyes, their color reminding her of the amaretto she favored.

His hold on her shifted, bringing them closer, the difference slight, but welcome. The nerves at her waist sizzled under the weight of his palm, while his thumb rubbed the exposed skin of her back. She shivered again from the simple touch, and an answering heat flared in his eyes.

“I…I got called away to help my sister.” She stumbled on the near lie. But, truth be told, she never dreamed Mark would give her a second thought after she’d left, his disinterest so plain to see.

“Sasha?”

So he knew who she was then? “Yes, she’s my sister.”

“Your twin.”

Rachel allowed him to spin her before replying. “That’s correct.”

“I didn’t realize at first. The glasses threw me off, as did your hair.” He smiled then. “Even so, you two are not identical.”

Aside from her and Sasha’s obvious style differences and voices, very few people were able to tell them apart. A knot formed in Rachel’s throat. She didn’t like where his comment appeared to be leading or the way his movements slowed and his brow furrowed.

He met her eyes. “Was that you on stage tonight?”

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Tara Andrews divides her time between a full-time job as an office manager, an even more full-time job as a wife and mother, and her dream job as a romance author.  An avid reader and writer, Tara continuously seeks to hone her craft in order to provide readers with stories that are provocative yet romantic.

As she has learned from her own experiences, dreams do come true and women can live happily ever after. Tara strives to infuse a blend of fantasy and realism in her stories in order to connect with readers’ own experiences, hopes and emotions.

Tara lives in upstate New York with her wonderful husband and two fabulous children.

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