Morning Star
Kris Jayne
(Lone Star Crossed Saga, #3)
Publication date: June 15th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
The marriage is fake, but the passion is real.
Famous for his last name, devilish Anthony Star-Hunter is the black sheep of the Star clan. He’s an expert at using his tall, dark, and handsome charm to get women into bed—the last remnant of his declining hard-party escapades.But the bucks are about to stop here. His grandfather’s will demands he marry to inherit his fortune. Anthony panics. Even with his bad boy allure, how the hell is he going to find a tolerable bride, like, yesterday?
The minute Sarah Pennington spots the tattooed muscles her new stepsister’s ex hides under his Italian suits, she rolls her eyes. Anthony is not for her. And with her father maybe headed to prison for a financial fiasco, she’s had enough bad male behavior. She’s responsible. She’s hard-working. She…can’t stop having naughty dreams about the sexy “celebutant.”
At a beach-side wedding, a drunken mishap throws Sarah into Anthony’s bed, and he’s intrigued. Can he convince her to give fake marriage a chance? Can she convince herself to keep her heart out of the deal?
Their slow-burn, un-love affair isn’t what either expect, but it might be what both of them need forever.
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“Are you a virgin?”
His deep-toned voice rose to nearly a squeak that caught the attention of a neighboring table with its disbelief. Luckily, I don’t think they heard the specifics of his question.
“Keep your voice down,” I hissed and leaned closer to whisper. “Why would you ask me that?”
He tipped my way in his chair, giving our conversation the air of conspiracy. “Because you make it sound like you have to wait until you’re married to experience any form of pleasure. It’s…old-fashioned.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said with a sniff.
“When do you let yourself have fun?” The question had a seductive rumble.
“This isn’t something I’m going to talk about here, and certainly not with you.”
I glared into his eyes to make my point, which was a mistake. The dark pools were bottomless and black and shining with a glint of wickedness.
“That was a deft deflection of my question, by the way. It only leaves me more curious.” He snickered.
What the hell?
“Of course, I’m not…I’m thirty-one.”
“Age has nothing to do with that. You can be a forty-year-old virgin, like the movie.”
“Well, it’s too late for that,” I snapped and stabbed a piece of zucchini. “Not that my…er, love life is any of your business.”
“What ‘love’ life.” He framed the word with finger quotes. “Doesn’t sound like you have one. You mentioned work, your friends, and brunch. And your sister is convinced you’re quite boring and need help finding a date.”
“Stepsister,” I corrected, keeping my voice to a hoarse whisper. “And just because I’m not bed-hopping every weekend—”
He interrupted with an exaggerated yawn. “Sex only on the weekends?”
My lips pinched, stifling a trapped scream that turned into a hissing sigh as I regained control of my emotions. “Just because I have self-restraint doesn’t mean I don’t have a love life. Love and sex are not the same thing.”
Anthony sat up and grinned. “Oh, darlin’, that I know.”
“I’m not your darling.”
His midnight eyes smoldered with a flirtation he had no business directing at me. “Don’t you want to be?”
“Not every woman on the planet wants to fuck you,” I spat in a low voice meant only for him.
He fanned himself with affected horror and adopted a lilt from deeper in the South than Texas. Damn the man for looking so deliciously pleased with himself.
“Oh, my. Watch that language, Saucy Sarah.”
“Shut up.” I ate more of my vegetables.
“Be nice. I’m only trying to help you.”
My fork slid from my fingers as I balked. “Help me what?”
“Get laid, darlin’.”
Kris Jayne is a devoted writer, reader, and traveler, crafting addictive contemporary romance novels with heat and heart. She spends her days blissfully sweating out the writing process in the Dallas area with her dogs, Otis the Shih Tzu, Rocco the Terrier, and Red the Foxy Mutt.
Her passion for writing is only matched by her passion for the adventures of travel. In 2008, she let a friend talk her into sleeping outside for the first time in her life when she climbed Mount Kilimanjaro.
P.S. If you’re buying her a gift, she has a penchant for single-malt Scotch and scarves.
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