The Dare
The Bet Series # 3
by Rachel Van Dyken
Synopsis
From #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken, comes the third and final book in the New York Time’s Bestselling Bet Series…
Boring Beth Lynn has always lived up to her nickname… until she wakes up in a hotel bed next to a sexy as sin state senator she re-connected with at a wedding the previous night.
The biggest problem? She can’t seem to remember anything about the night before except for crying into a box of cookies, and she’s pretty sure Grandma Nadine slipped something in her drink. And what should have been a one night stand turns into a six day adventure when Grandma whisks them off to Hawaii to save them from the ensuing media firestorm.
Jace isn’t looking for commitment — he believes he made that clear when he left the wedding with Beth. Then again, he can’t remember much of anything other than the way her skin felt beneath his hands. Now he’s stuck with her at some lame couple’s retreat and trying his hardest to fight the attraction only a woman like Beth could invoke.
He doesn’t think it can get any worse.
But one spider attack… A donkey ride from hell… And an unfortunate episode with Viagra tea — and there’s one thing Jace knows for sure: He should never have agreed to Grandma Nadine’s suggestion in the first place.
Because if this isn’t paradise, and it isn’t a vacation — that only leaves one option.
Survival.
But to make it through alive… they might lose their hearts in the process.
(Romantic Comedy, Friends to lovers, Vacation Romance, New Adult Romance, Funny Stand Alone, Bargain Books, Humorous Romance)
BUY LINKS
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TRAILER
Excerpt
“What the hell?” A deep voice rumbled from somewhere underneath me.
I closed my eyes.
“You can’t close your eyes. I already know you’re awake.”
“This is all a dream,” I muttered, my voice sounding scratchy and unfamiliar. “I’m a figment of your imagination. Swear. In two seconds you’re going to feel—”
“Shame,” the voice said. “Isn’t that what you were going to say? Absolute mind-shattering shame?”
I opened my eyes. “What?” I should have left them closed.
Really. It’s the small things in life that get you. Close your mouth. Close your eyes. Pretend you don’t see that. Crap. Some things just can’t be forgotten.
And that face?
Those lips?
Bright blue eyes?
Blond hair that fell just below his ears?
Officially stored into my permanent memory until I died, alone with all my cats.
“I was kidding.” Mr. Sexy chuckled. “I just thought I’d throw that in there to make you feel more comfortable.”
Right, because lying across a complete stranger in nothing but a smile screamed, Hey, let’s joke around. I’m game. I quickly grabbed at the sheet and pulled away, kneeing the poor bastard in the process.
