Wrong Bed, Right Man (Accidental Love Book 3) by Rebecca Brooks
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ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: WRONG BED, RIGHT MAN (Accidental Love Book 3)
Author: Rebecca Brooks
Pub. Date: February 17, 2020
Publisher: Entangled: Brazen
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Rose Campbell is determined to get her stuff from her cheating ex-fiancé’s apartment. There’s just one problem. A sexy stranger is sleeping in her bed. Work boots and scruff so aren’t her type––except when they’re on furniture maker Owen Crowley, who is funny, kind, and speaks his mind.
The prim and proper Rose isn’t the kind of woman Owen is usually interested in. But the more he gets to know her, the more intrigued he becomes. There’s passion underneath those stiff suits of hers that he can’t wait to explore.
There’s no reason these two opposites can’t have some sexy fun––except that one thing. Rose works for the very people trying to destroy Owen’s business.
Owen pressed on the mattress over the place he’d fixed, where the weak spot in the wood had originally been. He pressed again, again. Pressed hard enough that the mattress began to…squeak. In a very particular rhythm. In a very particular way.
“I’m not going to break the bed,” Rose cried, obviously horrified.
“Test it,” he said. “Try your best. Go ahead and prove me wrong.”
He should run full speed in the other direction. But it was too much fun to tease her. And his resolve was only so strong. He walked over to his bag and reached inside. He’d told himself he wasn’t going to do this…but here he was, doing it anyway.
“I know you said these aren’t yours, but I thought you should have them.”
He pulled out the restraints. It was as if all the air in the room suddenly vanished. It all must have been locked inside Rose with the force of her inhale.
He twisted them around his wrists and tugged. Unbreakable leather, unbreakable bed. She couldn’t deny it was a winning combination.
“I’m so. Not. Going to use that.” She was looking everywhere but at him. Or at the bed. Or at the restraints in his hands.
“I told you,” he said. “There’s no way you’re going to break the bed now.”
“You should take those. Please.”
“But I don’t have any use for them.”
Now he got her eyes on him. Only for a second, but it was something. “No girlfriend?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I haven’t found the right one.”
“Someone who’ll put up with your snoring? Trust me, I heard.”
She was clearly trying to joke, and he let her have half a grin. “More like someone I could actually be into.”
Not that he could let himself be into her. But he tossed the restraints on the mattress and looked at her anyway.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Try to break that bed.”
“You forget that I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said demurely.
“No, Rose. I definitely didn’t forget.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment filled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than write about them.
She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx.
She likes outdoorsy guys with both muscle and heart and independent women ready to try something new.
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