Series: The Davenports #1
Author: SJ McCoy
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 27, 2018
doesn’t come second, and he sure as hell doesn’t lose. He’s founded and sold
three tech companies, netting him almost a billion dollars. He ran a hedge fund
worth hundreds of billions—until he got bored. His latest project, Six, a
nightclub in LA is another winner. It’s both a successful business and a
playground full of playmates.
He’s never met an obstacle he couldn’t overcome or a woman he couldn’t have.
Grace Evans is the kind of girl you’d find curled up with a good book on a
Saturday night—at least, usually. This Saturday night is different. This
Saturday night she’s gotten all done up, in a dress she can barely breathe in
and heels she can barely walk in. She had to. She had to venture into the lair
of the enemy.
The enemy is Oscar Davenport, and his lair is his swanky nightclub. When she
lays eyes on him, she’s ready to believe he’s the devil incarnate. His wicked
smile, his beautiful eyes—everything about him is an invitation to sin. He
moves with the grace and arrogance of a big cat about to pounce. Unfortunately,
he’s moving straight toward her. He’s singled her out as his prey. He’s moving
in for the kill.
Little does he know that she isn’t about to surrender; in fact, he’s in for the
fight of his life.
again, this time trying to make the doors close. She really was shit out of
luck this morning. Just as they began to slide together, a set of long, strong
fingers slipped between them, and they slid open again. And there he was.
to the eighteenth floor. Shit. That was her floor. He couldn’t go there.
inside her mind, see all the months of a dry spell that had gone on way too
long? Or could he see the images floating inside her head? Images of what the
two of them could do if the elevator somehow got stuck.
be the sexiest smile she’d ever seen. “Which floor?”
couldn’t get off the elevator with him. He might think she was following him. “Seventeen.”
doors slid open again. Thank God for that!
leaving Grace and the Big Cat alone in the silent space behind them. Grace
gripped the tray with her two coffee cups and stared determinedly at the
numbers above the door. She’d always suspected this was the world’s slowest
elevator, but this morning’s ride confirmed it. Every second was torture. She
could smell him—all citrus and man. She’d swear he was looking at her, but she
refused to allow herself to sneak a peek. He’d catch her.
made a strand of her hair fall across her face. She wrinkled her nose and tried
to blow it away, then she froze. There were those long, strong fingers again.
They brushed her cheek as they took the errant strand and tucked it behind her
ear. If the heat had surged through her when he held the door open, then her
blood was boiling in her veins right now. All the little hairs on the back of
her neck stood up and sent shivers racing down her spine. Even her scalp
tingled. She turned. How could she not?
I didn’t overstep? You looked uncomfortable.”
could find the breath to speak?
front of her not to get out. They couldn’t leave her alone in here with this
guy—she would not be responsible for her actions. To her relief, they didn’t.
Instead, two more got in, and that was quite a crowd. Everyone shuffled back a
little. She had no clue how it happened, but somehow, she ended up face to face
with Big Cat. She was in the corner, and he was right there in front of her,
staring down into her eyes, that quirky little smile playing on his face again.
She’d had a laugh with Spider the other night when one of the customers had
tried hitting on her in the coffee shop. She’d told Spider that her sexual
desires were dormant. Hell, had she been wrong about that. Standing here,
face-to-face with this guy, she discovered that her sexual desires weren’t just
active—oh, no, they were rampant. She was grateful for the tray of coffee she
was gripping. It gave her hands something to do that kept them from reaching up
to touch his face, maybe sinking into his hair or even sliding around his
the gasp she made when he rested his hand on her hip. What was he doing? You
didn’t just do that to a stranger in a crowded elevator.
it wasn’t his hand—it was the purse the woman in front of her had slung over
her shoulder. Grace couldn’t help it. She laughed. Wow, she needed to get laid.
Okay, the guy was attractive, but he shouldn’t affect her this badly. “I’m
fine, thanks. Have a great day.” She edged her way to the front and squeezed
out through the doors before they had a chance to open fully on the seventeenth
floor. She couldn’t help it. She had to look back before they closed. He’d made
his way to the front, too. He met her gaze with a smile.
least, in the real world, the world where she’d never see him again. She had a
feeling her imagination would be seeing a lot more of him in the nights to
winked! The arrogant prick actually winked at her. She stood there staring
as the doors slid shut, and then he was gone.
coffee addict, lover of chocolate and drinker of good red wines. I’m a lost
soul and a hopeless romantic. Reading and writing are necessary parts of who I
am. Though perhaps not as necessary as coffee! I can drink coffee without
writing, but I can’t write without coffee.
I grew up loving romance novels, my first boyfriends were book boyfriends, but
life intervened, as it tends to do, and I wandered down the paths of non
fiction for many years. My life changed completely a couple of years ago and I
returned to Romance to find my escape.
I write ‘Sweet n Steamy’ stories because to me there is enough angst and
darkness in real life. My favorite romances are happy escapes with a focus on
fun, friendships and happily-ever-afters, just like the ones I write.
These days I live in beautiful Montana, the last best place. If I’m not reading
or writing, you’ll find me just down the road in the park – Yellowstone. I have
deer, eagles and the occasional bear for company, and I like it that way :0)