Jessica lets go of her inhibitions to indulge in one passionate night of love and romance with a sexy, masked stranger. After all, she’s on vacation in England and will never see the stranger again once she returns to the US. A harmless one-night stand that means exactly nothing. She planned to wake up the next morning and move on with her life as if the sexy tattooed man never happened. But the next day, she finds herself sitting across from the stranger, no longer masked, still tattooed, and wondering how she to dig herself out of this one, especially since she just found out she will be sharing a house with him.
One night of indiscretion wasn’t a big deal…not for a bad Brit anyways.
Eli never says no to a girl’s advances, and a masked stranger was no exception. He goes with the flow and picks up the perfect girl for a wild and romantic night. Everything goes according to plan and he leaves the next morning with no intention of ever seeing her again. However, he can’t forget how great their time together was and regrets not getting her name and number. But the next day, she’s sitting in the same restaurant, at the same table as him, and staring at him like their night together was a dream. Only he knows it wasn’t a dream. Images of him next to her hadn’t been a figment of his imagination, and his desire for her was as real as it could get.
Publisher's note: This is a standalone romance novella. Happily Ever After with no cliffhanger! As a bonus and thank you to my readers, this edition of RICH BOY BRIT includes two FREE stepbrother sexy romance books!
- Original Title:RICH BOY BRIT
- Author:Mia Carson
- Rating:6 / 10
- Publisher:Published June 25th 2016
I had decided to go as a wolf. I had always loved wolves, ever since I was a girl, when I had seen them in a nature documentary. My eyes were sharp and sky-blue, my fur snow-white. I felt dangerous. Silly, maybe, but that’s how I felt. I had to lift the mask ever-so-slightly to sip at my glass of red wine. The hall was full of owls and smiling faces and foxes and zebras and fancy, decorated miscellaneous visages and all manner of strange faces. It felt good to be anonymous. Not that I was usually recognized by a lot of people in England, anyway. I did live in America. But still, it was good to walk through the room and have nobody recognize me, and not be able to recognize anybody, either.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the lion. On his right hand he had a tattoo that drew my eye again and again. It was of a winged dagger. The dagger stabbed down between the knuckles of his ring and middle finger, and the ...