Former supermodel Olivia Paisley seduces Ethan as part of a play-or-pay game, but can her heart live with the consequences of walking away from him.
Not willing to sacrifice her life in exchange her supermodel career, Olivia Paisley shakes her world up. Club Botticelli is born out of her desire to offer a fun and sexy nightclub to women not of the size two persuasions. She's got her friends, her club and plenty of batteries, what else could a woman want?
Play or Pay: a game created to force Olivia and her friends from becoming stagnant in their lives. As Olivia's turn approaches, there's only one man she can think to play with. The dark and handsome stranger she keeps running into.
Ethan's finally found a woman to match his every appetite. Olivia's beautiful, successful and even if her friends scare him, he's determined to make her his. Until he learns the truth about their night together.
Is Ethan willing to put everything on the line, including his heart and soul, in order to convince Olivia he's the only man for her? Can Olivia open herself up enough to give Ethan a second chance?
Reader Advisory: There is an erotic and creative use of pearls in this story.
General Release Date: 26th July 2010
He made her panties damp when their eyes met and Olivia Paisley knew she should look away. After all, she was a respectable business owner, and respectable business owners did not fall into hormone-driven lust fits after strangers in their favourite sushi bars.
But there was something about him she couldn’t look away from. His looks were compelling, but that wasn’t what had her heart racing and her breath catching from just one heated look. With him sitting, she couldn’t quite measure his height, but the way he sat in the small chair had her putting him at over six feet.
His eyes were equally hard to determine. They looked brown from across the room, but somehow her mystery man didn’t feel like the brown-eyed type. Not that she knew what a brown-eyed type was, but still she felt his eyes would be more...
Then he slowly lowered one eyelid before flicking it back up.
He winked at her.
Livia shifted her gaze back to her meal, heat creeping up her cheeks. How embarrassing to be caught gawking at a good-looking man like she was fifteen years old. Feeling foolish and not a little bit horny, she turned her attention to her food, determined to keep her mind and other body parts off the handsome stranger across the room from her.
When she could endure it no longer, Livia slid her gaze over to the corner where the mysteriously hot stranger sat, only to find him gone. She let out a little disappointed breath.
“What did I expect?” she muttered to herself and gathered up the remnants of her lunch. “A declaration of undying love?”
With a shrug, Livia dismissed the entire thing from her mind. It wasn’t as though she would ever see the man again.
* * * *
Two days later
“Ticket, please”
Music teased Livia’s ears from behind the thick oak doors as she handed the requested paper to the geriatric usher.
With a mumbled “enjoy the show”, the red-capped employee crossed his arms over his concave chest, closed his wrinkle heavy eyes and proceeded to fall asleep.
“Thanks,” Livia whispered back and moved to the two massive doors. A slight tickle on her neck stopped all movement.
Without giving herself a chance to think, she turned her head and felt all the air rush out of her lungs.
He stood ahead of her, leaning casually against the wall. Wicked brandy-coloured eyes met hers and she flushed. There he was. The same man she’d gone giddy over two days ago. And that pissed her off more than anything else. Hardly a virgin, Livia had taken men to her bed before, but somehow looking into this man’s heady gaze made her forget all that, forget the successes in her life and all the accomplishments. This stranger’s melt-your-panty stare reduced her to the state of an untried girl.
Livia wouldn’t stand for it. She’d fought too hard and too long to get where she was. No man, regardless of how handsome and sexy, would be allowed to negate the woman she’d become.
So instead of smiling back as she was sure Mr. Stud expected, Livia turned her back and hurried into the darkened theatre.
I've been lucky enough to travel all over the world as a child. I experienced life through many different cultures and countries. No matter where I went stories would pop up in my mind. It took a while for me to figure out exactly what those tales were trying to tell me, but eventually I understood. Five years later I'm happily typing away to the tune of the voices in my head.
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Reviewed by Night Owl Romance Reviews
The author did a good job of writing a story that kept my attention from start to finish with an interesting theme, engaging plot and scintillating dialogue...The author included some hot and well written...
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Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed
a hot and tempting novella...Allie Standifer keeps things saucy and sensual while kicking things up a notch with great humour in Ordering Olivia.
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