His Sweetest Sin
I can’t believe it. Christopher Baldwin, the baddest boy in
baseball, wants me. Amelia Bishop…I was maybe
a solid seven before an accident changed my life, leaving me fat, broken, and
avoiding mirrors. If he hadn’t said it with a stare hot enough to melt brain
cells, I would never have believed him when he told me my curves are what he
wants.
An arrogant asshole with tattoos, a diamond glinting in his ear, and a
dirty mouth promising wicked things, Chris Baldwin is no boy. Chris is all
man, and a lethally gorgeous one at that. With dimples flashing as he invites
me to sin in a slow Southern drawl, I’m trying to remember I don’t swoon, sin,
or—wait, what? I forgot not to stare directly at his dimples, and those bright blue
eyes aren’t safe either. Sorry, as I was saying.
As appealing as the idea of sinning with Chris is, there is no
doubt in my mind I would fail miserably at it, even under his expert tutelage.
Chris has been on a steady diet of strippers, women who have all the right
moves. Me, I have no moves at all. Chris is major league; I would get laughed
out of little league.
I’m also his lawyer, at least until my brother, Ethan, comes
back from vacation. Getting involved with clients is a huge no-no, no matter
what primetime television might show. As gorgeous as he is, Chris isn’t worth
the possibility of hurting my career or losing the hard-earned respect of my
boss and brother.
Only I can’t deny he makes being bad sound so good. Once Ethan
is back I’m no longer Chris’s lawyer and it’s open season on all my good
intentions. Being with him is still dangerous, as his fame attracts all sorts
of trouble. Who knows what complications could tear us apart?
***While this
novel is a standalone, Holly and Ethan from His
Under Contract make an appearance. You need not have read His Under Contract to enjoy His Sweetest Sin. ***
***Warning***
I don’t like to
watch sports, although I do enjoy watching beautiful men sweat. I’ve never read
a sports romance before. Chris Baldwin isn't just a bad boy, he's a man falling in love with a sassy, damaged,
curvy woman, and he also happens to play baseball. When I started writing, I
did do my research. I watched the winning series that inspired the story. I
watched a bunch of movies and spent hours on Wikipedia. Then I scrapped the
paragraphs waxing lyrical about the love of the game and stuck with what I
know. My billionaires don’t lay out the inner workings of their deals. I
figured less is more. So, please be aware the focus is not on the love of the
game—it’s on the love story.
Thanks,
Fiona
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Excerpt:
Chris
runs his fingers over the back of my hand, fracturing my breath. “I don’t like
seeing you smile at other men while you tease them. Even if you don’t mean
anything by it.”
Excuse
me? “Tough.” I spit the word out. “I didn’t ask for your interest. If you have
a problem with me chatting with someone even though you know I don’t mean
anything by it, then fuck you.”
His
breath is a slow release, then he smiles. I’m hit in the chest by the heat in
his eyes. “Amelia.” It’s that slow drawl again, wrapping around every letter.
“I love the way your eyes go from hazel to a glittering green with anger. They
do that when you’re aroused, too. All I can think of is what color they’ll be
when I’m inside you. And it’s exactly why I want you so badly. You appear sweet
and soft, only you hide a core of steel. It makes me wonder what else you’re
hiding under your sweet, good girl façade.”
Exasperation
with him, with what he’s doing to me has me rolling my eyes. “You want me
because I didn’t fall at your feet the moment you said you wanted me. I’m a
glitch in your Matrix, so you’re fascinated by it. Once I fold you’ll find
something else shiny and new to play with.”
Tilting
his head, he laughs. “Damn, you have a mouth on you. A glitch in my Matrix? I
like that, I’m going to steal it. Yeah, you’re right, a huge part of your
appeal is that a woman hasn’t made me wait longer than a few days in so long I
can’t remember. I’m also not looking for anything more than fun for maybe a few
weeks. But while I’m in it, I don’t fuck around with anyone else.” He pulls out
a piece of paper from his back pocket. I open it and damn it, I’m blushing
again. It’s the results from a panel of STI tests taken this morning, all
negative. “I haven’t been with someone since before Christmas.” He laughs when
my eyebrows go up in surprise. “Why is it hard to believe?”
“Because
you said sex is like food, as important an appetite that should be fed with as
much variety. I’m having a hard time believing you really went hungry for
long.”
“It’s
only been about two weeks. I was also twenty-five when I said that. The last
few years I’ve been more into a nice sit-down meal, with a view toward quality
over fast-food quantity.”
Right.
“Pregnancy scare or STI scare?”
He
laughs as he leans back. “Pregnancy scare. I’ve had a few rubbers break over
the years, but this one was a total setup. The weeks waiting to see if she was
pregnant were not good ones. I would have liked to think I was selective before
then; I was wrong. Ever since, it’s only my condom every time. I also make sure
she has more to lose than gain by getting pregnant.”
“So
you think I have more to lose than gain by getting pregnant?”
“Hell,
sugar, I don’t care if you have every intention of me knocking you up, if
that’s what you want then I’m down. I think we’d make adorable baby girls.”
We
both freeze as he says it, then he smiles as if the idea truly appeals to
him. My stomach flips a dozen times
before it stops. “I want boys, with dimples like yours. Girls are a pain in the
ass.”
“Since
they’ll be yours, I wouldn’t expect anything less than them taking after their
mama. I figure by the time they get here I’ll be used to putting up with you
and able to take them on. They can have my dimples as long as they have your
smile and pretty brown hair.”
Asshole.
“You are insane. Have you been checked out by a qualified mental professional?”
Extra Excerpt:
The waitress brings us our plates
with a smile, asking if we need anything else, and we both decline. I’m not in
the mood to eat though, still uneasy from the warning in Chris’s eyes. I hate
him for doing this to me, turning me inside out, causing my emotions to run
riot with a look or a few words. It feels like he’s playing with me. “I’m
really not hungry. I want to go to work. I’m tired of being used as something
for you to amuse yourself with.”
His
bark of laughter is loud in the large, empty room. “Me use you? If anyone is
using anyone, it’s you using me. Don’t worry, I’ll let you use me.”
I’m
blinking fast. “Me, use you?”
“Yes,
sugar, you’re using me. Usually, it wouldn’t matter to me why a woman wanted to
fuck me as long as she did. I guess today is a day for revelations for the both
of us. You didn’t know your pussy gets wet at the idea of being owned, and I
didn’t know my cock goes limp at the idea of being used by you.”
I am not
hurt by his annoyance, but I do know he’s nuts. “You are seriously not in your
right mind. I’m not using you. You’re the one talking dirty, who keeps coming
after me. I told you the first time I met you that us hooking up doesn’t make
sense and it’s not what I want. How the hell is this on me?”
He sighs,
and I fight the urge to kick him for it. “You eat me up with your eyes; I can
smell your pussy wet for me. Your tits swell and sway, and you thrust them out
the minute you catch me looking. Fine, I get it, you don’t even realize you’re
doing it, but you are doing it. I’m really supposed to just walk away from you?
Sugar, since you are so completely clueless, I’ll tell you right now the way
you want me—so bad you ache, so bad you can’t think straight, so bad you’re
willing to take a chance you never thought you’d take—that kind of want and
need doesn’t happen very often, and you aren’t the only one feeling it.
“What
pisses me off is you’re willing to take all I want to give you without giving
it back. You’re trying to figure out how to get the cheese out of the trap
without setting it off. I’m the bad boy who fucks at will, used to any chick
riding my cock and giving orgasms until a woman can’t move from it. So you
figure if he’s giving it out to anyone, why not you? That, that’s what pisses
me off.
His jaw
is tight, his eyes are the color of the arctic in winter, freezing me to the
empty, hollow of my chest. “You aren’t willing to be bad, to get dirty. You
want to stay the good girl, sweet, kind, never causes a fuss. Shit, woodland
creatures probably clean your place while you sit on your perfectly plump ass
sipping on your coffee, while you read the day away. Books where there’s
nothing more than a proper, close-mouthed kiss before it fades to black, where
the men are noble, dickless prisses who ask for kisses instead of taking them.
I’m going to be the villain in the story who sneaks in and takes you. You’ll
give in without ever giving anything up, not your good girl image, not
yourself, just your body.”
I hate
him. I fucking hate him. I blink, and tears fall. I hate him even more for
sighing at the sight of them. Pushing away from the table, my legs are
trembling so badly I feel like I’m fighting to stay standing during an
earthquake. I want to make my escape from him, from all of this, but not until
it’s clear this is all his damn fault. “So it’s my fault for buying into the
image you sold of yourself? I’m to blame because I’m willing to take what you
keep telling me you’re willing to give? I told you I’m not on your level, the
very first day. You’re major league, and I wouldn’t even make it into the
little league. I’ve fucked three men, okay? Three, and each of them miserable
experiences that left me questioning if it was over, if it was safe to just
crawl away and hide. I don’t know what you want from me to know if I can even
give it to you or not. You say a few weeks, then you joke about kids. You fuck
with my head until I don’t know—”
I was so
wrapped up in my rant I never saw him move, his hands go down to my hips before
bringing me up against him. Oh god, he’s hard, so very hard and pressing into
my stomach. Immediately, my knees go weak as I sag against him. His mouth
grazes against my ear. “Shh…sugar, take a deep breath. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t
have taken my frustration out on you even though damn it, Amelia, you started
it. Walking in the door spitting fire, cranky as all hell, looking for a fight.
Congratulations, you got your wish. I’m never going to be able to deny you what
you want—I knew it the minute I laid my eyes on you.
“Amelia,”
This time my name is throbbing with all his frustration. “I need you to be
honest with me, and the real hard part here, with yourself. I get that it’s
hard for you, for reasons only you know. It doesn’t matter, you need to figure
out how. The crappy history with men, that I guessed at, but I never would have
thought it was so bad. You make more sense than ever now.
“I’ll
slow down, let you catch up. Normally, I’m more patient. You have a way of
setting me off faster than anyone I’ve ever met. Take a breath, there you go,
another one.” A large warm hand cups my cheek, his thumb wiping tears away. I
find the courage to meet his eyes, and the awe in them stuns me. There is no
teasing, no anger, nothing but pure awe. “Even crying you’re beautiful.”
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