A Little on the Wild Side
By Robin Kaye
Sourcebooks Casablanca
January 6, 2015
A woman who gets what she wants…
Bianca Ferrari—ex-supermodel turned successful business
woman—seems to have it all: beauty, brains and a career she loves. And she did
it all by herself…through sheer force of will and ruthless determination. So
when her life is suddenly turned upside down, it’s hard for her to admit that
going it alone may not be an option…
A man who knows what she needs…
Sexy, rugged and down-to-earth, Trapper Kincaid has a knack for
attracting all kinds of women—mostly the wrong kind. When he finds out that the
exhaustingly independent and drop-dead gorgeous Bianca is in serious need of
help, he knows he’s the man for the job. But Bianca isn’t going to make it
easy…
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About the Author:
Robin Kaye is a professional writer and winner of the Romance
Writers of America Golden Heart award for her first novel, Romeo, Romeo. Her
romantic comedies feature sexy, nurturing heroes and feisty, independent
heroines. She lives with her husband and three children in Mt. Airy, Maryland.
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Excerpt:
Trapper sweet--talked his way into
Bianca’s office with a bouquet of flowers and chocolate. He liked her
receptionist, Terri. He’d talked to her several times when he and Bianca had
been seeing each other, and it didn’t sound as if she’d heard he was persona
non grata lately. He hoped he wasn’t getting Terri into trouble, but damn, he
didn’t know what the hell to do. Bianca’s doorman refused his bribe the night
before and wouldn’t let him into the building without announcing him first.
This was his only other option.
Terri had been easy. He just dropped
his sister--in--law Toni’s name, and she let him wait in Bianca’s office. She
even promised not to tip off Bianca and spoil his surprise. Then she told him
she wished her boyfriend was half as romantic, gave him a wink, and unlocked
Bianca’s office door.
He stepped into her corner office,
and the scent of Bianca hit him—-he was hard in a matter of seconds. He
digested the differences between her office and her apartment. Her office was
cool, modern, sleek, and so unlike her home. He’d been shocked when Bianca
invited him to her place, opened the door, and he saw the collection of
comfortable antiques—-not like something you’d see in a museum. No, it looked
like something you’d see in your grandmother’s house—-a feather--stuffed sofa
with an old quilt hanging over the back. Beautiful, yet comfortable pillows
were scattered everywhere. Low lighting from torchieres gave the place a
romantic glow. Rolled arms to drape a lover over, and sturdy oak tables in the
kitchen and dining room, perfect for dinner or sex—-one memorable evening,
both—-added to the reasons he’d fallen in love with the place.
Trapper took a seat behind Bianca’s
desk and pulled his cowboy hat low over his eyes to cut the glare from the
cold, hard--recessed lighting. He put his feet up and settled for a long wait.
Terri had told him Bianca had canceled her morning appointments and was
expected before noon. He sat back with his e--reader and caught up on law
journals, while trying to keep his dick
at
half--mast.
At eleven thirty the door swooshed
open. Bianca walked in, her black cape floating around her. Her hair was longer
than he remembered, and she had big bags under her eyes that no amount of
makeup could disguise. She looked beautiful, way too thin, and ill.
She still hadn’t noticed him. She
spun around, tossed her briefcase on the leather sofa, and turned her back,
tugging off her cape. She might have lost weight, but damn, she still had the
finest ass he’d ever seen.
He put a smile on his face—-the one
he was told made women swoon. He figured he needed all the help he could get.
He had a strong feeling she wouldn’t be happy being ambushed, but what choice
did she give him?
He walked around her desk, leaned
against it, watched, and waited for her to hang her cape—-a difficult task
since the darn thing had no sleeves.
She turned. The first thing he
noticed was that her breasts were larger, but maybe they just looked that way
since she’d lost quite a bit of weight.
His gaze headed south and made an
unplanned stop at her waistline. His smile froze. His jaw clenched. Blood
rushed through his ears, making his temples throb. Every muscle in his body
tensed.
Bianca—-his Bianca—-was pregnant?
Definitely pregnant—-past the point where a man would wonder. Not
ready--to--pop pregnant, but just--about--time--for--maternity--clothes
pregnant. He wasn’t sure how pregnant that was, but shit, he was sure the baby
she carried was his. He knew it the second she spotted him grinning like the
fool he was and flashed him a guilty look. That was a nanosecond before what
little color she’d had drained from the beautiful face that haunted his every
waking moment and his dreams, leaving her looking like a corpse three weeks
past her expiration date.
Bianca blinked, and her wide, green
eyes rolled back in her head.
Oh shit. He raced for her.
Her long legs buckled, and he caught
her just before she hit the floor.
His heart didn’t beat again until he
felt her shallow breaths against his neck. He carried her to the couch and laid
her down, brushing the baby--fine hair off her face. He sat beside her, waiting
for her to wake up.
Trapper had heard pregnant women
sometimes fainted, but he didn’t think they passed out for this long. It seemed
like an eternity. He checked his watch. It had been less than a minute. He took
a deep breath, felt her pulse strong and steady on her neck, and tried to keep
the anger, terror, and helplessness out of his voice. “Come on, sweetheart.
Time to wake up.”
Nothing.
Panic scratched at his insides like a
feral cat trying to escape a trap.
She didn’t move.
Her lips were pale. The blue veins
stood out in her forehead.
She looked like death.
He ran to the door and slammed it
open. “I need some help here!”
In three strides, he returned to
Bianca’s side, took her cold hand, warming it between his. “Bianca, sweetheart,
please, just open your eyes.”
Terri ran in. She took one look at
Bianca and stepped back.
“She passed out.”
“I’ll get James.” She ran from the
room, screaming James’s name.
It seemed like forever until James
ran in. “What happened?”
“I was waiting for Bianca when she
arrived. She took one look at me and took a nosedive. I caught her just before
she hit the floor.”
“She pukes all the time, but she’s
never passed out that I know of.” He looked as panicked as Trapper felt. He
turned to Terri. “Call 9--1--1.” When she didn’t move, he screamed. “Now!”
The poor girl burst into tears and
grabbed Bianca’s phone.
Trapper placed Bianca’s hand on her
belly, on top of the other resting there protectively. He stared in wonder.
They were having a baby. He was going to be a father. He expected the fierce
protectiveness, but he hadn’t expected the fear or the joy or the awesome
weight of responsibility that settled on his chest. But most of all, he hadn’t
expected the exhilarating feeling of knowing that together they had created a
child. A child he loved. A child he would give his life for. A child who needed
him.
His gaze rounded on James. He wanted
to pick the man up and toss him out of the floor to ceiling window for allowing
Bianca to get in this bad a shape. “What the hell happened to her?” His voice
was low, threatening, and a hell of a lot calmer than he felt.
Terri’s eyes went wide, and she
skittered away.
James stood his ground like a man
preparing for a shoot--out. He arched a scholarly brow. “Nothing that won’t be
remedied in five months. Where the hell have you been? Since I’ve handled the
first four months, you get her for the finale. The woman is a full--time job. I
recommend you clear your schedule.” He handed Trapper a copy of What to
Expect When You’re Expecting. “Here, you might want to
read this. So far, Bianca’s only looked at the pictures.”
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