Monday, March 4, 2013
Party Crashers by April Angel
by: April Angel
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours
She crashed his party and became his prize…
According to one annoying Drex Callum, Chris is a “nosy reporter.” And maybe she is.
She’s heard of the super secretive event known as the Seduction Party, and she won’t
be content until she finds a way in. The last thing she expects to find is that Drex is the
host. She’ll never get an invitation from her nemesis—unless she finds a way to get one
herself. And breaking into his house is nothing if it means getting the scoop. But what
she gets instead is an eye-full of the man himself, half-naked and more than she’d ever
dreamed he could be in all her teenage fantasies.
Drex has been fantasizing about Chris forever, and now that she’s a grown woman, he
still has a hard time treating her like one. So when she shows up at the Seduction Party—
on the auction chair!—he’s got no other choice but to teach that nosey woman a lesson.
He never dreamed sex could be like this, with Chris in his room, tied to a bed, asking him
for stuff that blows his mind…
But when things turn ugly, it becomes clear that someone wants the nosey reporter dead.
And Drex will have his hands full trying to keep his prize safe…
Want to know about me? April Angel (aka Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of the
Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and
Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and
their little dog Speedy.
She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.
A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and
Dianne Duvall among others.
Chris held on to the window ledge and lifted one foot into the darkened room. She
heaved her body over, landing on her ass in the process. A groan slipped from her lips,
and she slapped a hand on her face. Crap. The last thing she needed was to call attention
to her presence in Drex’s office.
Careful not to disturb anything, she walked over to his desk and started rummaging
through drawers. Why the hell did she decide to become a reporter in the first place? Oh
yeah, because she liked to be in people’s business was Drex’s usual snide response.
Something on the Seduction Party had to be in there somewhere. Wild drums beat in her
chest. She tried to focus. She had to remain alone inside the room. She glanced quickly
over her shoulder at the door. She was pissed to have to go to these lengths. Drex was a
tight-lipped bastard, and she was reduced to snooping because he refused to invite her.
He knew she had been trying to write a story on the super private bash that took place
once a year. Invitees were under strict restrictions and had to sign confidentiality waivers.
Luckily, she’d overheard her brother, Cole, on the phone with Drex. The rat mentioned
he’d gotten his invite and thanked Drex for sending it over. Her blood simmered with
For months, she’d mentioned to both men how badly she’d been trying to get more info
on the secretive party, but they’d done nothing to help. All she wanted was to get her
hands on an invite, finally figure out what the heck the stupid Seduction Party was all
about, and write her damn story.
It was no secret she and Drex didn’t see eye to eye, but he didn’t have to be so rude to
her in his attempts to ward her off. When she’d asked, point blank, if he’d let her into the
party, the jerk had shaken his head and said, quite empathically, no. Bastard. No matter—
she’d get her own invite.
She went through every drawer until she hit a locked one. She smiled in wicked delight.
Ha, as if that flimsy lock was going to deter her. In seconds the lock clicked open.
Cautiously, she pulled the drawer by the handle and grinned. Jackpot.
A noise broke through her joy. Someone was outside the office. She curled her hand
around the coveted black envelope and shoved it to the bottom of her crossbody bag. She
threw the bag out the same window she’d crawled in and was about to jump when the
Oh, hell. Frozen in place, she gripped the window ledge and looked longingly at the bag
in the shrubs. Of all the people that might have walked in, why did it have to be Drex?
Goose bumps broke across her skin and her frustration soared. She hated the effect his
voice had on her body.
“Christine, I can see you quite clearly.”
She narrowed her eyes at the laughter in his voice. Taking a deep breath, she turned to
look at him and almost fainted.
When the hell had he gotten that body? He was wet and in a towel. A tiny thing wrapped
low around his hips. In stupefied shock, she watched his bronzed muscles flex as he took
a step toward her. She widened her eyes and almost fell out the window trying to move
away. She’d known him all her life, and there wasn’t one time she’d seen him look
Stunned, dry mouthed, and getting hornier by the minute, she let her gaze roam over him.
From the wet short spikes of his dark hair, to his wide hairless chest, down the eight-pack
abs, and lower to the precarious towel that showed a hint of pubic hair, she visually
devoured him. She gulped.
“Christine? Chris?” Worry was in his voice.
“You OK? You look kind of flushed.” He took another step toward her.
She tried her best to melt into the wall, but her body had other ideas. Under her tank top,
her nipples pebbled to hard points. Her gaze darted up to his, and she saw something
she’d never seen there before—lust. Panic swarmed her.
“I’m fine.” She took a step away from the window and him at the same time.
“What are you doing here? No one mentioned you were waiting to see me.” He lifted his
It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying when so much of him was still on
display. “I just…I just came by to see—” She swallowed and tried to remember what the
hell she was supposed to say if she got caught.
“To see?” He prompted her with a smile. She figured he knew she was having a hard
time but was thoroughly enjoying her discomfort.
Disgusted with her feminine parts, she sent all sexual thoughts to the deepest, darkest
part of her brain. Her old crush on him had died a quick and silent death back in her
“I came to ask if you’d decided to help me get my story.” Her voice sounded firm, and
she squashed any notion of seeing what lay under the tiny towel.
He took a step closer and she one back. The back of her knees hit a sofa, and she fell
back into the cushioned seat. His face was tense.
Her pulse jumped into a crazy gallop. Never had she seen him look so severe and, damn
it, it turned her on.
“Why would I do that?” His voice deepened to a low rumble.
Something, very much like panic, pushed her to get away from him. Never one to fear,
she got angry instead. “Look, I came to give you a second chance at helping me. You
know I will get into that party, and when I do, I’m writing about every single thing I see
there. This is your one chance to have some say on what I put down on paper.” She stood
and walked toward the door of the office and then turned to face him. “So, what will it
“I said no, and I meant no. That party is not the kind of thing you should be going to.”
“You hypocrite! You sent Cole an invite, and yet I can’t get one?”
He clenched his jaw. “Your brother is a grown man.”
“And what the hell am I? I’m not a little girl anymore. I know what I’m doing.” She
grabbed the door handle and glared at him. “I’m going, whether you like it or not.”
He gripped her arm. Her eyes met his in an angry battle of wills.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret, Chris.”
Unsettled by his touch, she shook her arm out of his hold. “Life’s too short for regrets.”
She walked out and toward her car without a single look back.
As April Angel
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Mr. Buff – Sizzling Encounters – Book 1
Lucky Break – Sizzling Encounters – Book 3
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As Milly Taiden
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