Are you ready to Meet Brock Wellington?
THE BACHELOR AUCTION by Rachel Van Dyken
is coming October 4!
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Blurb
Jane isn't entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw
deal. Sure, she had a rough start, but didn't she eventually land a prince and
a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding,
entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in
sight. Until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if
princes---or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire---maybe do
exist.
Except Brock Wellington isn't anyone's dream guy. Hell, a
prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder.
Or act like an arrogant jerk---even if it was just a façade. Now, as Brock is
waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it's karmic retribution that
he's tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can't have. But while they can't have a
fairy-tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy.
Excerpt
“Bentley!” Brock barked and shook his head.
“What?” Bentley shrugged then smoothly walked over to Jane
and pulled out a box of black high-heeled pumps in a size eight and a half.
“Your foot, milady?”
Brock rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Bentley. She can put
on her own damn shoes.”
Bentley completely ignored him. “I love a woman’s foot.” He
grabbed Jane’s broken shoe and tossed it to the side while his hands danced
along the arch of her foot. His fingertips danced along her skin. Seduction by
foot rub? That was new.
“It’s sexy, the arch.” He leaned over her, his lips parting
just enough to give her the impression he was thinking about kissing her. “The
curve of a woman’s foot reminds me of her body…see? Sexy.” He slid the shoe on
a very terrified looking Jane and stood. “Perfect fit.”
Jane’s mouth opened then closed as a rosy flush crept over
her face. “Th-thank you.”
“I bought you my favorite brand.”
Her eyebrows arched. How did he know about Manolo Blahnik?
“Oh.” And then she nodded and said loudly, “Ohhhh! That makes sense!”
Bentley’s eyes narrowed. “Me buying women’s shoes?”
“You wearing them,” she explained. “That’s great. I mean,
good for you. I’m sorry I’m so awkward at things like this, but it’s good
you’re…you know…” She bobbed her head and sputtered. “Out and…comfortable with
it.”
“Out?” Bentley repeated. “I’m confused.”
“Of the closet,” she said slowly then saw the scowl on
Bentley’s face. “Or maybe you just like to dress like a woman?” She
straightened her shoulders and tried again. “In either case, congratulations on
your choice to wear women’s clothing!”
Brock about died laughing as Bentley’s horrified expression
went from stunned to genuine confusion.
“You heard her.” Brock held his laughter in check.
“Congratulations, brother. I’ll take care of the press release: Bachelor
Playboy Bentley Wellington and his private women’s shoe collection.”
Bentley let out a strangled laugh. “Yes, and while we’re at
it why don’t we remind the press that the clock is ticking on that auction of
yours? Hmm?”
“Auction?” Jane asked.
“Don’t.” Brock shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”
“But she probably already does.” Bentley pointed out. “Unless
she doesn’t read the news…?”
They both stared at her, waiting for an answer.
“I, uh…” She ducked her head, blushing again. “I read
books.”
“How pure.” Bentley smiled and sat down next to her. “And
just so we’re clear.” He leaned in as though he was going to kiss her. “My bat
only swings one way…and I can assure you, every time I get thrown a pitch, I
hit it out of the park.”
About Rachel Van Dyken
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal,
and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When
she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting
her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son,
and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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