New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby continues to delight the senses with the latest novel in her delectable Fusion series.
As the take-charge wine bar manager of Seduction, Portland's hottest new restaurant, Katrina Meyers is the definition of no-nonsense, and she isn't afraid of anything. Well, almost anything: she hates to fly. When she's forced to travel on a death trap with wings, the turbulence from hell has her reaching for any safe haven—including the incredibly handsome guy sitting next to her.
Ryan "Mac" MacKenzie hasn't been able to get his sexy seatmate out of his head. The way she clung to him stirred something inside him he didn't think existed: tenderness. As the owner of a successful wine touring company, Mac thinks he's got a handle on what life can throw at him and he's not prepared for any surprises, especially in the feelings department. And when he brings a tour into Seduction, he sees the petite spitfire he just can't forget.
Mac is determined to discover what else they have in common besides fine wine and the inability to keep their hands off each other. But what will it take for two stubborn people to realize that what they have is so much more than a hot chemistry between the sheets and to admit to falling in love…?
“You look like you’re feeling better.”
Mac. That’s Mac’s voice in my ear. A shiver runs through me as I turn around and look up, way up, into his green eyes.
“I am,” I reply and take a sip of my wine. Was he that good looking on the plane? “I didn’t realize you were attending this conference.”
“You had other things on your mind earlier,” he says smoothly and motions for the bartender. “I’ll have what she’s having, and another for her as well.”
“What if you don’t like pinot?” I ask and tilt my head to the side.
“I like it all,” he says with a wink.
“Do you know many people here?” he asks, nodding toward Sally who has moved on to chat with another group of people.
“A few. I’ve not met most of them in person, unless they were up in Washington or Oregon. How about you?”
“Same,” he says with a grin. “This is my first conference down in Napa Valley. And it’s off to a great start.”
“Right.” I laugh and shake my head. “Dealing with a crazy chick on the plane is exactly the best way to start your trip.”
“It is,” he says and looks me dead in the eye. “She wasn’t that crazy. She was scared. There’s a difference.”
“Well, she’s fine now.”
“I’m glad.” His lips tip up into a smile and my stomach clenches. He has a dimple in his left cheek.
I want to lick it.
I take a sip of my fresh glass of wine and smirk to myself. Perhaps Mac fits the sexcation bill.
“What just went through that gorgeous head of yours?”
“I’m not drunk enough to tell you yet,” I reply honestly. Mac’s eyes widen briefly, and then he simply smiles at me.
“There’s a lot of wine in this place.”
“Thank God for that.”
A few hours later, after chatting with many people, new and those I already know, including Mac, he escorts me up to my room.
But when we reach my door, he leans in and kisses my cheek. Just the cheek. I frown up at him.
“This is supposed to be a sexcation, not a fucking dating game.” It’s a grumble, but I’m shocked to hear it actually leave my lips, rather than stay in my head where it’s supposed to be.
“A what?” Mac asks.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and pull my key card out of my handbag. “Good night.”
“Yeah.” I look back at him and sigh a little at the sexy dimple in his cheek and the way his shirt pulls against his shoulders as he leans on the doorframe.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
“It’s already morning,” I remind him.
“It won’t be too long, then.”