How to make a strong man fall hard? Refuse him.
Hunter Worth lives life to the absolute fullest. As vice president and head of brand marketing for Worth Luxury Goods, he’s brought his family’s business firmly into the twenty-first century. Ruthless yet charming, he’s now set his sights on the sexiest member of the marketing team. First thing on his agenda? Seduction.
Gracie Hayes needs her job at Worth—and she’s not about to let the gorgeous owner and her direct boss distract her—again. Orphaned, and with a rough childhood behind her, she’s worked too hard to compromise everything for a fling, no matter how tempting. Independent, strong and resourceful, she will fight off Hunter. She has to.
Flirting, stolen kisses, a few nights of scorching hot sex…Hunter has all that in mind and more with the delicious Gracie. He never figures he’d fall in love or that she’d deny him. How will Hunter convince Gracie he’s the one for her?
Long & Short Reviews gives Worth the Risk 5 stars!! "Ms. Erickson knows how to write a compelling story that doesn't allow any room for distractions. This book was hard to put down and kept my attention from beginning to end. So be prepared to spend the whole day with Hunter and Gracie. Worth the Risk made losing my day so Worth It!" Check out the full review here.
Ursula from FAR gives Worth the Risk 4 stars!! "I enjoyed this book almost as much as I did the first one. There is just something about how she writes a scene that makes it easy for me to picture it as clearly as if I were there. I am looking forward to the last story in this trilogy. Now that we have gotten to know Rhett a little better, it will be nice to see how his story plays out.
Emily from Sensual Reads gives Worth the Risk 4 stars!! "Worth The Risk was a whole lot of fun, Hunter is totally perplexed where Gracie is concerned and it will take a life changing event to get her to admit her true feelings to Hunter. Even though both are from different ways of life, they both share the same problem, not being able to express their feelings. Wonderful story."
It was as if Hunter had sensed her need. That need to let go a little and a whole lot more. One minute she was sitting next to him at the bar drinking and laughing, noticing for the first time just how intensely blue his eyes were. How he had a faded white scar just beneath his chin. And when he shot her that slow, sexy smile, her panties felt like they were going to dissolve. Just with the flash of a smile.
Next thing she knew she was in the dark back hallway of the pub, his hands all over her body, his mouth fused with hers. His tongue licked deep inside her mouth before he whispered hot words in her ear.
Gracie wiggled in her seat at the memory. What good did it do, reliving it? A colossal waste of time, especially since it would never happen again. What was done was done. Let bygones be bygones, and all that jazz.
She frowned. What, had she turned into a constant cliché?
“He’s looking right at us. Oh my God.” Becky slumped in her wooden chair and looked away from the bridal party. “Do you think he’s a mind reader or what?”
“He’s not looking at us…” Her voice trailed off when she realized Hunter was indeed looking at them. His gaze tangled with hers, those sparkling blue eyes glowing, his lush mouth twisted into a naughty little smirk.
Could he read minds? If so, he appeared awfully pleased with her train of thought. She wished she could tell him to screw off. No, she wished she could tell him what happened between them hadn’t mattered to her whatsoever.
Secretly, she wished she wasn’t so darned attracted to him, but her wishes were futile.
She lived in constant denial. The man just—did it for her. She couldn’t explain why or how, but every time he drew near, her skin tingled. When he spoke to her, worked directly with her, and it was often, she felt as if no one else existed. As if it was just the two of them and everything else simply fell away.
Which was silly. And pitiful. Yes, she was completely pitiful, and she only had herself to blame.
Allowing the indulgence of one moment with Hunter had proved not enough. Yet she wouldn’t do it again. Ever. Never, ever, never.