I didn't know what had just happened, but it wasn't entirely unwelcome.
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THE VEGAS BLUFF (SNEAK PEEK)
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I was right all along…
Amelia was just likeallthe other women I never wanted to see again after spending one night together.
In fact, she turned out to be worse than them.
Let me backup…
It’s true when they say that Las Vegas should be burned to the ground.
I’d burn it myself after ending up married to a woman and having no memory of it.
Was Amelia playing me?
Judging by the way she was sweating and yelling in shock, I didn’t think so.
My heart lied to me and begged me to believe in her authenticity.
You know, maybe she wasn’t after my money or prestige, after all.
Maybe her gorgeous body contained a heart that I could actually love.
Boy was I wrong.
Instead of finding an honest heart, I discovered a nasty secret that made me want to rewind time and undo the moments I’d spent with her inside the bedroom.
She was a devil in human form.
A devil that was now wearing a wedding ring…andcarrying my baby.
Could this Christmas bring me any more surprises?
PROLOGUE
Amelia
Slowly, I awoke from a heavy sleep. The fog in my brain was thick, making it difficult to fully come awake. At first, I was disoriented, not sure where I was. But then a heavy arm draped over my hip and a warm body spooned around me, bringing a memory and a smile back to my face.
Max.
Max with the large hands and an amazing expertise around a woman’s body. Enough of the fog lifted that I was able to open my eyes. I frowned as I realized I was still dressed. Why was I sleeping in my clothes?
I scanned through my brain, trying to recall last night. Max had asked me out again, surprising me because I thought the night before had been a one-night thing. And while I wasn’t interested in a relationship, I had to admit that I was happy to have another opportunity to spend the night with him. There was no danger of an entanglement because he was from New York and would leave today to return home.
I could recall a lovely dinner, and then a driver taking us through the city as we drank champagne. Had we drunk so much that when we got back to the hotel, we crashed out?
Max’s large hand slid down my hip, over my thigh, and up again. His lips pressed to the back of my neck, nibbling, sending a delicious shiver through me.
“I think I drank too much last night,” he murmured against my neck.
“Oh?”