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He wasn\u2019t always this rich. This hot. This difficult.<\/p>\n
Aaric Christos was a guy who protected me. Wanted me. Maybe even loved me.<\/p>\n
That man is gone.<\/p>\n
In his place is the most powerful real estate tycoon in the city.<\/p>\n
He\u2019s a cold, ruthless, aggressive businessman.<\/p>\n
The only one who can save me and my startup from ruin.<\/p>\n
It takes every ounce of courage to put my pride aside and ask for his help.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t expect him to offer it easily.<\/p>\n
And he doesn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Instead, he vets me harder than he\u2019s vetted anyone.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t invest in what you don\u2019t know, he says.<\/p>\n
He’s assessing every piece of me, to the point I’ve never felt so bare.<\/p>\n
I yearn for the boy I once knew, whose touch once craved me.<\/p>\n
Putting it all on the line will be worth it, I tell myself.<\/p>\n
Until I realize\u2014too late\u2014that some risks are not worth taking.<\/p>\n
Bryn is desperate to find a backer for her start up company.\u00a0 When she gets meeting with one of the biggest names in investing she can’t believe it.\u00a0 Though he is a powerful man, its not his power that causes her butterflies.\u00a0 Its the prospect of seeing a boy she once knew.\u00a0 A boy she knew wanted him.\u00a0 A boy she wouldn’t let herself have feelings for.\u00a0 As the two become better acquainted again through his horrible vetting process, the old feelings become stronger than ever.\u00a0 Will Bryn be able to balance business and pleasure or will she run from him again? I hop off the train and walk several walks to his building. Kindle: http:\/\/amzn.to\/2p5jM0V<\/a><\/p>\n iBooks: http:\/\/apple.co\/2p4Ye4C<\/a><\/p>\n BN: http:\/\/bit.ly\/2pjp4Es<\/a><\/p>\n Kobo: http:\/\/bit.ly\/2oNtdzk<\/a><\/p>\n Audible: http:\/\/adbl.co\/2oNmzcn<\/a><\/p>\n
\nI loved this book.\u00a0 I literally read this in one night.\u00a0 Bryn and Aaric have a magnetic attraction that you don’t want to put down until the very end.\u00a0 I was already a fan of Katy Evans’ writing but this book really took her to a new level.\u00a0 The emotion and sexual chemistry between the characters was addictive.\u00a0 The two worlds of the characters were drastically different but as the characters grow the worlds blur.\u00a0 It is a phenomenal story with writing that you can’t help but want to turn the pages faster to find out what will happen next.\u00a0 Overall, this was an enthralling romance that will bring back feelings for the one that got away.\u00a0 I know it did for me.\u00a0 If you want a good beach\/vacation read look no further than Tycoon<\/em> by Katy Evans.
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\nIt\u2019s a brownstone in Park Avenue, one of the most elite of the elite spaces in town.
\nMy lungs feel a little bit overworked from awe as I head up the steps to the double doors, grateful that I came dressed to kill in a little black dress, a jacket, and pumps. Simple, but effective.
\nSee, I may be feeling<\/em> a little awkward, but at least I don\u2019t look<\/em> it.
\nI\u2019m greeted by his maid. She\u2019s dressed in black and white, her hair drawn back in a neat bun, her expression stoic and formal as she leads me down the hall to a gorgeous study.
\nI catch my breath when I notice all the books and shelves.
\nIt\u2019s like a reader\u2019s paradise in here. There\u2019s a sleek chrome bar, a modern mahogany glass-topped desk, and two huge whiskey-colored leather chairs that almost swallow me up when I\u2019m instructed to wait in one.
\nI drum my fingers, inhaling the scent of leather and wine, remembering a guy I knew with his mechanic navy-blue uniform, black streaks on his jaw, his big nose always the first thing you\u2019d see, which was a pity because he had beautiful eyes and a really sinful pair of lips.
\nHe\u2019s living in luxury now. Wow. Good<\/em> for him.
\nI hear footsteps approaching and the little hair on my arms prick at attention. My head turns as a tall, dark figure steps into the room, and the most intimidating guy I\u2019ve ever seen enters and crosses the room toward the desk. He walks like he\u2019s the shit\u2026his strides proud and composed, elegant and powerful.
\nChristos,<\/em> I hear myself breathe in surprise.
\nHe\u2019s so tall now\u2026six three, at least. Dirty-blonde hair, gold-green eyes, chiseled jaw, and a gorgeous profile.
\nAll in black, he looks very much a New Yorker.
\nHe\u2019s wearing a black jacket, black pants, and a black turtleneck beneath the jacket…
\nI stare at him, my jaw hanging a little bit open. The man is\u2026.all man. Testosterone. Muscles. Height. Width. My chest hurts all of a sudden because I realize\u2026
\nThe boy you knew is gone.<\/em>
\nI force myself to stand. \u201cThank you for seeing me.\u201d
\nHe heads to the bar to pour two drinks, then he prowls over, takes the whiskey leather chair across from mine and leans forward, pushing a glass of cognac with one finger across a small table, toward me.
\nAnd he waits.
\nIn silence.
\nBut my stomach dips as if he\u2019d said something ultra-sexy and decadent.
\n\u201cYou might not remember me, I\u2019m sorry to be reaching out like this,\u201d I say, nervous.
\n\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d
\nThere\u2019s a pleasant shiver as he speaks. Recognition of his voice, even though it\u2019s far deeper than I remember.
\n\u201cI was told you sometimes invest in startups.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019d say more than sometimes.\u201d He raises his eyebrows as if I should\u2019ve done my homework better.
\nUgh, Bryn! Focus! Be SMART! Make yourself and your business irresistible! A silence settles as he eyes me, slowly setting his drink down as he leans forward and finally, unexpectedly, smiles.<\/em> At me.
\nIt\u2019s just a smile.
\nBut the world tilts under its impact.
\n\u201cHello, little bit.\u201d Amusement touches his gaze as he tilts his head and watches me. \u201cYou know, I\u2019d think you\u2019d have grown up the ten-plus years since I last saw you. At least an inch.\u201d He leans back in his seat, seemingly displeased. Wow, this guy is not the lanky kid I knew once. This guy oozes danger.
\nEvery ounce of \u201cboy\u201d is gone. Oh God.<\/em> For a moment I wish that we could go back in time and I could discuss my startup with the guy I knew before.
\nBut time travel is not really my talent, and it seems like I have yet to see if I even have any special talents at all\u2014depending on what this<\/em> guy thinks.
\n\u201cI grew two in width,\u201d I shock myself saying.
\nHe laughs then, his eyes drinking me in openly.
\n\u201cShame on you, you\u2019re not trying to see if it\u2019s true?\u201d I ask him, frowning now.
\nHe shrugs casually, his lips curved at the corners. \u201cI can\u2019t help it. Something has to have changed.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause nothing good ever lasts. Even you, little bit.\u201d A smile touches those unforgettable gold-green eyes.
\nA shiver runs through me. Because\u2026
\nChristos recognized<\/em> me.
\n\u201cI can tell you\u2019re as incorrigible as ever.\u201d I shake my head, but I\u2019m smiling, truly just relieved that he recognized me.
\n\u201cI try to be,\u201d he purrs dangerously.
\nI\u2019m feeling warm all of a sudden. I can\u2019t believe I\u2019m staring at him so much, but it\u2019s like I cannot take my eyes away. He looks achingly familiar, but at the same time, so different I cannot help but stare and track the differences in his features. The way his jaw squared out even more, the way his body filled out with hard, lean muscles that shift and ripple beneath his expensive designer clothes. I cannot believe that this is a guy I knew once.
\nHe seems to silently be taking in my changes too, his keen stare allowing me to see that he seems to approve of it all. Even the dress I\u2019m wearing. \u201cYou changed enough for the both of us,\u201d I blurt.
\n\u201cReally. How so?\u201d he asks.
\n\u201cYou grew into your nose.\u201d
\n\u201cReally?\u201d He chuckles as if despite himself.
\n\u201cWidth and height too. Quite a bit,\u201d I add.
\n\u201cAnything else,\u201d he prods, one eyebrow rising.
\n\u201cYou learned how to dress.\u201d
\nHe looks down at his black suit. \u201cThis old thing?\u201d He grins, then shifts forward, sobering up. \u201cWhat can I do for you, Bryn? Considering I\u2019m rather surprised to see you here, I\u2019m eager for you to satiate my curiosity.\u201d His stare becomes keen.
\n\u201cSo am I. I didn\u2019t expect to be here,\u201d I admit, and for a moment when I look into his eyes, all I see is someone I\u2019ve seen before. Someone who belonged in my life long ago. \u201cYou know when you had that misplaced crush on me and told me one day I\u2019d know what it felt like to throw pebbles at someone\u2019s window wanting them to open? I\u2019m sort of throwing rocks here.\u201d
\n\u201cNot to sing me a love song,\u201d he says flatly, his eyes shuttering.
\n\u201cNo. Well, you know that was never….I mean…\u201d Don\u2019t bring up your rejection of him, Bryn! \u201cIt\u2019s for something better. Business.\u201d
\n\u201cGo on.\u201d
\n\u201cI knew that\u2019d get you.\u201d I smile privately. \u201cSo it\u2019s true your love is money now.\u201d
\n\u201cShe gives back what I put in. Though her ass isn\u2019t as juicy as I like,\u201d he says nonchalantly.
\n\u201cWow. No matter how polished you look, your mouth is still as crude as ever.\u201d
\n\u201cThank you,\u201d he purrs, his eyes grinning at me.
\nI laugh. Then I sober up and realize he\u2019s waiting for me to speak. \u201cI\u2019m looking for money for my startup,\u201d I say.
\n\u201cHow much.\u201d
\n\u201cOne hundred thousand.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t invest less than a million.\u201d He twirls his whiskey in his glass, eyeing the liquid.
\n\u201cWell then, I\u2019ll ask for a million.\u201d
\nHe raises his brows, setting his glass down. \u201cIt\u2019s not how much you want to ask for, it\u2019s how much the company\u2019s worth.\u201d Eyebrows up, he skewers me with a cold, intimidating look.
\n\u201cIt\u2019ll be worth more than a million, trust me,\u201d I bluff.
\n\u201cGood for you. Except\u2026\u201d he leans back with a rustle of clothes, every athletic inch of his black-clad body flowing sinuously like a feline with the move, \u201cconsidering that has yet to happen and I\u2019ll need to trust you on that, my trust needs to be earned.\u201d
\nThis version of Christos is even more intimidating than the old one, unfortunately.
\nI try to hide it, keeping my voice as level as possible. \u201cHow does one earn your trust?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019d tell you if I were interested, but I\u2019m not exactly sure that I am.\u201d He eyes me as if debating in silence.
\nThis guy is the only guy in the world that unnerves me in this way, and I can\u2019t seem to slow the fast pounding of my heart in my chest as I try to remember what I came here to say.
\n\u201cI have a full presentation for you. I\u2019m not taking no for an answer.\u201d I reach into my briefcase.
\n\u201cDarling. Are you ready?\u201d
\nI start at the female voice and glance at a gorgeous woman striding into the study. Christos continues looking at me as he stands and reaches for the cell phone the woman extends out.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re done here,\u201d he answers her as he pockets the phone, his gaze remaining on me.
\n\u201cI\u2019ll wait for you in the car.\u201d She leans up and kisses his jaw, her hands proprietary on his chest, then sends me a woman-to-woman claiming look, before she swishes away, all glittering jewels and lean body.
\nThere\u2019s a silence as he approaches, and for a second all I can hear is the sound of a toilet flushing, taking my only opportunity with a possible investor away.
\n\u201cI\u2019ll think about it,\u201d he says.
\n\u201cChristos.\u201d
\n\u201cI said I\u2019ll think about it,\u201d he says from the door.
\n\u201cPlease do,\u201d I say as he exits the room.\u00a0 I cup the sides of my mouth, \u201cI\u2019ll be back tomorrow. Same time?\u201d I say jokingly.
\nI\u2019m surprised when I hear footsteps returning. He pauses when our eyes meet. \u201cI\u2019ll make contact,\u201d he says, raising his eyebrows meaningfully, \u201cIf I\u2019m interested in hearing more.\u201d He nods. \u201cNice to see you, Bryn.\u201d
\n\u201cNice to see you. Christos.\u201d
\nWell, that went sort of awful.
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