“Thanks to Alexa Darin, Elvis lives!”
—Vicki Lewis Thompson, New York Times bestselling author

“A zippy romance that will leave you smiling.”
—Susanna Carr, author of PINK ICE

“Fantastic!  Full of mischief, mayhem, romance, and happily ever afters...one of
my favorite books of the year...immensely engaging from the very first sentence.”
—Amanda Haffery, Romance Junkies

"Humorous...delightfully quirky."
—Romantic Times

“A hunka, hunka burnin' fun!”
— Geralyn Dawson, USA Today bestselling author

Carter reached a hand up to the back of Bailey's head and snapped her hair band. Waves of dark brown hair cascaded down and floated about her shoulders. She ran her tongue across her lips, wetting them, but they quickly dried in the Las Vegas heat. He didn't wait for her to wet them again. He pressed his mouth firmly over hers and kept it there until she felt her knees go weak. The Bellagio's fountains provided just enough breeze to keep her conscious but, still, she had to grip the rail to keep from sliding all the way down to the pavement.

"Put your arms around me," Carter told her in an even tone.

An elderly woman standing nearby smiled at Bailey. She looked envious.

Bailey let go of the rail and wrapped her arms around Carter, but her brain was wrapped elsewhere—around the fact that her ability to resist him was crumbling. If she'd had any questions as to what his intentions were, they were quickly answered when he pressed his body to hers.

In a rush of anger, mostly at herself for letting his charm and sultry brute force get to her, Bailey pushed away from him—just a couple of inches, so that her brain could function.

Think. She pressed fingers to both sides of her temples. You can't continue holding this man at bay by batting your eyelashes and acting like you don't know what he wants. Bailey's mind scrambled for a solution. Anything...something that would shock Carter into backing off. She looked up into his eyes. They were heavy with his seductive energy.

She was a goner.

Taking a mental look skyward, she blurted out the first thing that popped into her head. "I'm a virgin."

The elderly woman standing nearby looked startled and Bailey didn't blame her, because even she was startled.

Where the heck had that come from?

Carter loosened his grip. He gave her a long stare, until finally, his eyes crinkled at the corners and his mouth spread into a full smile.

Bailey bit her lip. This wasn't the reaction she'd expected. Or hoped for. He was amused, pleased even. Jeez, what had she done?