The Dare:
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)
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TRAILER
EXCERPT
“Beth!” Jace knocked on the door. “If you’re
done freaking out, we need to go.” “Right.” I wiped my wet cheeks and clenched
the dress in my hands. It wasn’t magic. If anything, it was just a reminder
that I was exactly where I’d been when I’d graduated in 2000. A loser. A loser
with a small rack who preferred math and science to Facebook. “Beth, I’m
serious. It’s not looking good.” “Keep your pants on!” I yelled, irritated that
he was making me hurry. With a curse, I pulled on the dress, put my wet hair in
a quick pony tail, and opened the bathroom door. “What’s the big hurry?” Jace
held up his phone. It said Grandma Nadine. “Hello!” a loud voice yelled. “Jace!
Beth! Hurry! Grandma has this all figured out.” “Famous last words.” Jace
nodded. “But we have no choice.” “No choice?” I repeated. “What? Is the mafia
after us or
something?” “Worse.” “I highly doubt that.”
“Look.” He pointed to the TV. Reporters were in front of a hotel, looking
excited as hell. “The news?” I asked. “Why is that worse than—” “Special
reports say the senator took a prostitute back to his room at midnight last
night and has yet to check out! Which raises the question, has the senator
truly put his murky past behind him? Sources close to the senator’s ex-fiancée
say the cheating scandal from two years ago nearly destroyed him. One more
scandal won’t bode well for the youngest senator in state history. Could a
trust issue in his personal life have a reflection on his public one?” “That’s
enough.” I grabbed the remote from Jace’s frozen hand and threw it onto the
bed. Great. So not only had I lost my virginity to a politician, but now I was
a prostitute. I reached for his cell phone and growled into it. “We’ll have
words later.” Grandma snorted. “But get us out of here first.” “Say the magic
words.” “Uh, please?” I nudged Jace out of his paralyzed state. “Not those
words.” I closed my eyes and allowed visions of my calm and sterile office to
bring back the peace into my body. That didn’t work. I needed to think about
Vampire Diaries. Damon Salvatore. Damon Salvatore. Damon Salvatore. And happy
place found! “I can’t read minds. What words do you want me to say?” Grandma
chuckled. “Why, thank you, of course!” “For?” “How was he?” She giggled like a
school girl. “Men with power seem to have a special type of—” “Thank you!” I
all but shouted. “Now get us out of here.” “Roger.” The phone went dead. I
looked to Jace for help, but he seemed to be fighting a losing battle with his
tie as he tried to pull it from his neck. “Stop.” I swatted his hands away.
“You’re going to hang yourself if you keep doing that.” He shrugged. “What?” I
loosened the tie. “No snappy retort?”
“Not feeling snappy,” he said dryly. I
slapped him. I never said I was good with emotions. “What the hell was that
for?” “Singing Katy Perry.” I grinned. “Now snap to it, Mr. Senator. We’ve
gotta make it out of this hotel without that skinny bitch reporting it on the
evening news.” “Grandma?” “The reporter.” “You understand my confusion,” he
added, just as someone knocked on the door. “Stay here.” “It feels like a bad
movie,” I whispered to myself as I chewed the nail polish off my thumb. “Shit.”
Jace looked through the peephole and then said shit about five more times
before slowly opening the door. Why was he so upset? Why the hell would… “Aw, shit.”
I repeated. Because there really wasn’t any other word that existed in the
English language that would fit as well. So I repeated it again. As did Jace.
Grandma shrugged and pulled off her sunglasses. “Let the fun begin!”
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