Art of Love by Khardine Gray - Book Tour + Giveaway
Art of Love
by Khardine Gray
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Contemporary Romance
Never get involved with a man who is competing for the same job as you.
It's a bad idea. Obviously...
And no, not even if the man is a complete dead ringer for Brad
Pitt/Thor.
Pitt/Thor.
No, not even if he’s an irresistible, charming sex god with his
panty-melting smile and the sexy James Bond English accent to sweep
you off your feet.
panty-melting smile and the sexy James Bond English accent to sweep
you off your feet.
Off Limits.
That’s what that guy is.
Off! Limits!
And trouble.
When I first met Hunter Kane I knew he was trouble.
It all began in a bar on a night we should have had one-night stand. The
kind that blows your mind, except I couldn’t remember what happened.
kind that blows your mind, except I couldn’t remember what happened.
Then I was convinced my eyes were screwing with me when he walked in for
the same interview as me.
the same interview as me.
Then we got drafted into this competition for the same job.
That made him my rival.
The one man I shouldn’t have…
Except…
He’s is the one man I can’t forget.
It’s a bad idea to get involved.
But the temptation of this man is too strong to resist, and my body keeps
betraying me.
betraying me.
I know one day it will blow up in my face.
I even know what day that will be.
We both have to choose.
The job, or each other…
Then wanting him will be the least of my problems.
I
opened my eyes and swore I must have drifted into a dream because my gaze
landed on Brad Pitt walking into the bar.
Brad
Pitt as in Legends of the Fall Brad Pitt, with the shoulder-length sleek blond
hair parted on the side and tucked behind his ear and the beard. Jesus, the
beard that was neatly trimmed and full-on sexy.
My eyes
widened, and I blinked several times taking in the full vision of him.
Muscles
pressed against the thin white cotton shirt he wore with the sleeves rolled up
his thick forearms. I could see the hint of a Celtic swirl snaking up his right
arm, disappearing under the
fabric
and reappearing at the base of his neck.
He was
tall, tall and powerful looking, and just gorgeous.
Deliciously
gorgeous.
Delicious?
God, I was already losing my mind. And I was still staring.
He
clocked on to me, zoomed in with a keen stare, but I looked away quickly,
pretty certain that I was in no state to attract any form of attention today.
Not
that I thought I’d attract his attention anyway.
Brad
Pitt? No, couldn’t have been. Sure, we were in L.A., but Brad Pitt hadn’t
looked like that in years. Legends of the Fall was a 1994 film I watched with
Mom over a hundred times right from the ages of seven to eleven. Enough to know
the film word for word and develop an unhealthy obsession with the actor and
watch every single film he starred in. I also knew enough to know that guy,
although a pretty darn good dead ringer for Brad, was not him, because the last
time Brad Pitt probably sported that look with the long hair was when he did
Troy back in 2004.
This
was 2016. Many years had passed since, and while I still thought he was the
best-looking guy in the world, this guy here in the Fish Tale bar was a real
blast from the past.
At
least he made me forget my worries for all of two minutes.
“Can I
have another one, please, and a bottle of red wine?” I asked my bartender
friend as he walked by.
“Sure
thing.” He looked concerned now but nodded and went to get my drink.
He came
back with the original cocktail glass, which held the martini and a bottle of
red wine. I downed the martini straight away and got that buzz in my brain I
was searching for. It made my skin sparkle like someone threw fairy dust on me.
I was
about to open the bottle of wine when someone came up beside me. Too close. I
turned to look at the person and scowl, but as I looked up, all thoughts of
scowling vanished from my mind.
Mr.
Brad Pitt look-alike beamed down at me with sharp blue, blue eyes that reminded
me of the sky in that in-between phase before nightfall. It was a dark blue
like that, and against his blond hair his eyes were striking and almost
otherworldly.
“My
lady, going to drink that by yourself?” he asked in a rich English accent that
stole my breath away, and all I could do was stare. I think that maybe I was
drooling too, but I wasn’t sure. There was a good chance I was, to my
embarrassment, but my brain had turned to soup and wasn’t able to function
enough to care.
His
lips arched into a smooth, sexy smile. “Want some company?” he added.
I
nodded slowly. Thank God, I wasn’t stupid enough to turn him down.
Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her
husband, two kids, and three crazy ferrets.
husband, two kids, and three crazy ferrets.
She is well traveled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing
and ice skating.
and ice skating.
When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot
chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends.
chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends.
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Enjoyed reading the excerpt. Thanks for the opportunity
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