RESTRAINT by
Adriana Locke
Release Date: August 3rd (Amazon & KU)
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Blaire Gibson knows better than to
have one-night stands.
She prides herself on her
decision-making skills. It’s the one asset that has never let her down. But
even the best thinkers have weaknesses. Hers is a delicious business mogul with
a quick tongue. Unfortunately for her, that tongue is good for more than just
talking.
Holt Mason doesn’t need to justify
anything to anyone.
He wants Blaire. He pursues Blaire.
And he gets Blaire because that’s how his life works.
Until it doesn’t.
What begins as a single night in a
hotel room spirals into an unusual agreement. As late nights provide the space
to trade secrets and walls come tumbling down, more is shared than just pillow
talk.
They both should’ve known better.
They should’ve shown restraint. Because when guards are dropped, hearts get
hurt.
*RESTRAINT is a brand-new standalone
romance from USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke.
There’s a look in his eye, something
behind the brazen façade, that intrigues me. I haven’t given a man more than a
dirty look in longer than I can remember. Who has the time? Who has the energy?
Who wants to deal with that bullshit?
But as I stand on the porch of this
beautiful home in the middle of a perfect southern evening, I remember Sienna’s
instruction to enjoy my vacation.
“You don’t know enough about me to be
right,” I volley back, continuing the banter because I can’t help myself.
“I disagree.” He shifts his weight,
folding his arms across his chest. “I’ll tell you three things about you
besides the obvious. If I’m right, you’ll go to dinner with me.”
I think this over. I didn’t tell him
anything about me, not even my name. There’s no way he can actually come up
with one thing, let alone three, that’s deep enough to warrant a dinner date.
If nothing else, it’ll be a fun
little experiment and a chance for me to prove that men don’t know everything.
“Fine,” I say. “But you have to
impress me. Hair color, eye color—those types of things don’t count.”
He grins. “Absolutely not. There’s no
fun in that.”
“All right. Shoot.”
“Your name is Blaire,” he says,
catching me off guard. “You like gummy bears but feel like it’s a childish
thing to enjoy, so you try to be discreet about your obsession. You prefer the
red ones and hate the green ones. You like shopping but hate spending loads of
money on things you think are a waste.”
My jaw almost hits the floor.
“And,” he says, taking a step closer
to me, “you don’t date because you don’t have time. You also find men to be
barbaric, adolescent creatures which, may I add, I find offensive.”
“How could you possibly know all
that?” I demand.
The heat rolling off his body clamors
into me, upping the beat of my heart tenfold. I hate my reaction to him and I
hate even more than I can’t control it.
“Lincoln said your name. You dropped
the candy from your purse in the airport and I just happened to notice you had
it hidden in a little pouch. All the red ones were gone and it was chock full
of the green. Your lipstick was a type my mother uses, so I know it’s expensive
as hell, but your earbuds earlier weren’t a name brand so I put together you
don’t value them as much.”
“I just lose them constantly,” I say,
still sorting his observations.
“And now you lost our bet. Ready to
go?”
My summer dress billows in the
breeze, reminding me, once again, I’m not home.
This wouldn’t be like a dinner with a
man I see regularly or could even see regularly if I wanted to. He lives almost
a thousand miles from me.
What could one dinner hurt?
“Fine,” I say, stepping around him.
“But I’m driving.”
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