Dangerous dimples and a sharp tongue. This devilish combination gives wealthy CEO and playboy Carter Blake the upper hand. In any situation he gets whatever he wants--whenever he wants it. His preferences, singular. And now his sights are set on her.
When smart and spirited Haven Carmichael encounters Mr. Blake for the first time, worlds collide as the small-town Maine girl finds herself rubbing elbows with Boston's elite. Her every instinct tells her to run from that wild glint in his eye, but it isn't long before she finds herself tangled in his life, and his million thread-count sheets.
But is Carter Blake really destined to be her happily-ever-after or will this arrogant gentleman be her biggest mistake yet?
*This is a modernized version of Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice.
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Striking steel blue eyes assessed me so intently I thought I might actually have a stroke. My stomach swam with the look, something dangerous lingering that was almost irresistible. After a few agonizingly long seconds one thick eyebrow arched perfectly at me as if in question. My chest felt like a vice had locked around it, my mind suddenly forgetting the ability to even breathe.
One side of his gorgeous grin twisted, chin ratcheting up a few inches as he seemed to nod—at me—from his place across the room.
Before a barrage of fireworks could split my ribcage wide, I turned back to Avery and drank the rest of my champagne in one gulp, pretending that Carter Blake hadn’t just swept the air from my lungs.
Surely he was making eyes at someone else.
Without a doubt.
I’d literally just imagined that entire scenario.
And I would shamelessly be replaying it in my mind every night for the next week. At minimum.
The night was winding down as I stood by the windows overlooking the harbor not much long after my swoony Carter-filled daydream. Avery was rubbing elbows with other boutique-owners, and I was waiting only slight impatiently for her to return so we could head home. Late nights were not my scene. Like, ever.
I rolled with more a pajamas and Netflix kind of crowd, but Avery and I had been friends for next-to-forever, which is why I made a practice of letting her guilt me into a night on the town every now and again.
“Great view,” something throaty rumbled through my insides. I jumped with shock as champagne splashed over the side of my glass and landed on the stranger’s gray herringbone suit. My eyes followed the lapel up to that ruggedly handsome face I imagined I’d locked eyes with earlier.
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