Thrust Under — Michelle A. Valentine

Gabriel Carter is the biggest, cockiest asshole I've ever met. He's six-foot-three inches of ex-baseball player--sexy muscles and smoldering looks that turn my body into a traitorous mess. Did I mention he's also the reason business at my family's hotel is quickly going down the drain? I shouldn't want him, but try explaining that to my body. Especially after he proposes a business deal to me that will be mutually rewarding--both financially and sexually. Sleep with the enemy? Nah, I'll just marry the bastard instead.