When a no strings attached arrangement turns into something more, Cillian O’Malley and Olivia Rashidi must overcome the family ties that bind them. Fans of Jackie Ashenden’s Make You and Kresley Cole’s The Master, will devour the super steamy and fast paced third book, An Indecent Proposal in the wildly popular O’ Malley series by NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Katee Robert.
AN INDECENT PROPOSAL (The O'Malley #3) by Katee Robert
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release Date:
August 30, 2016
Publisher: Grand
Central Publishing- Forever
Greed. Ambition. Violence. Those are the "values" Olivia
Rashidi learned from her Russian mob family-and the values she must leave
behind for the sake of her daughter. When she meets Cillian O'Malley, she
recognizes the red flag of his family name . . . yet she still can't stop
herself from seeing the smoldering, tortured man. To save her family, Olivia
sets out to discover Cillian's own secrets, but the real revelation is how
fast-and how hard-she's falling for him.
Plagued by a violent past, Cillian is more vulnerable than anyone
realizes. Anyone except Olivia, whose beauty, compassion, and pride have him at
"hello," even if she's more inclined to say good-bye to an O'Malley.
While his proposal of sex with no strings seems simple, what he feels for her
isn't, especially after he learns that she belongs to a rival crime family.
Cillian knows that there is no escape from the life, but Olivia may be worth
trying-and dying-for . . .
Excerpt
“Thanks.” There it was again, that look that
threatened to curl her toes. He reached out and took the washcloth from her and
tossed it onto the nightstand. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
She should object, move away, do something other
than rest her hands on the top of his thighs and tilt her head up. Stupid,
stupid, stupid. Didn’t the last few years teach you anything? Apparently
not, because she wanted Cillian to kiss her again, and she wanted him to kiss
her now.
Truth be told, she wanted him to do a whole lot
more than that.
Olivia licked her lips. “Okay.”
His lips quirked up at the edges. “I can see I’m
blowing your socks off. Let’s see if I can do better.” He cupped her face with
one hand and then his mouth was on hers, soft and teasing, testing—nothing like
the forceful kiss that started everything last night. She opened for him
immediately, driven by the lightning dancing just beneath her skin. She wished
she could blame it on being skin-starved, but the truth was that this man was
doing more with a near-innocent kiss than Sergei had ever done with his entire
body and hours at his disposal. I am in so much trouble.
Then Cillian’s tongue stroked hers and she was
lost. She gripped his thighs as he explored her mouth, giving herself
permission to do some exploring of her own. He was all lean muscle, as if he’d
been melted down and stuck in a forge, only to come out new. She ran her hands
up his legs, stopping just short of his hips.
He took it from there. He ran his fingers
through her hair and down her back, inching her closer until there was nothing
more than a breath of distance between them. It would have been so damn easy to
lean forward and touch him, pressing her body against his, but the separation
was almost unbearably erotic. She shivered again, tilting her head back to give
him better access.
She’d never been kissed like this, like she was
something to be savored…valued. Like he had all the time in the world and he’d
still never get enough.
Common sense tried to rear up and remind her
that it was a goddamn kiss, not a lifetime commitment, but then his thumb feathered
across the underside of her breast, and all rational reasoning flew right out
the window.
He rested his forehead against hers, and
groaned. “You’re making it hard to be good, sweetheart.”
About the Author
New
York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to
tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve
and it changed her life. When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative
fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her
wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for
the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
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