Author: Dakota Madison
Publisher: Short on Time Books
Released: March 17, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult
Event organized by: AToMR Tours
A Girl, a Guy, a Tournament and a Challenge
The Girl: At a time when most girls obsess about homecoming and high school prom, Rainy Dey spent her senior year caring for her dying mother. So when her father drops her off at college to start her freshman year, his words of advice to his bookish daughter are to start acting like a young person and finally have some fun.
The Guy: College senior, Aaron Donavan, aka Mr. Hot-and-Knows-It, is President of the Clubhouse, a social club for the college’s most wealthy and popular guys. Aaron can have any girl on campus except the one who challenges and excites him the most—Rainy Dey.
The Tournament: Every year, the senior members of The Clubhouse engage in a golf-inspired tournament to see who can sleep with the most freshman girls. When Rainy finds out about the tournament, she believes Aaron’s only interest in her is to score points by taking her V-Card.
The Challenge: Can Aaron convince Rainy that his feelings for her are true and that she won’t be just another notch on his tournament scorecard?
About the Author:
Dakota Madison has been writing since she learned to read and fell in love with books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy new romances, Dakota is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds.
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When I exited the art building, I was shocked to see Aaron standing near the entrance. He was leaning against the building with his arms crossed over his chest. It looked like he was waiting for someone. I tried to hurry past him but he easily caught up to me and started walking with me.
“Thanks for the sticker. That was nice of you.”
When I looked over at him, he gave me a sly half grin. “I’m glad you like it.”
I kept walking and was surprised that he kept following me. “I’m going back to my dorm room.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“And you’re not invited,” I clarified.
He grabbed his chest dramatically. “You’re breaking my heart.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please, there was a bevy of beauties in the back of the class clamoring for your attention.”
“A bevy, huh,” he chuckled. “Are you sure that wasn’t a band of beauties? Maybe a flock or a brood or even a throng?”
I stopped and put my hands on my hips. “What do you want, Aaron?”
He gave me a sexy little smile that sent electricity shooting through me. The man was fine, no doubt about it. But no matter what Dr. Griffin said about him, he was still a member of The Clubhouse. I had no interest in being a point on his score card. Or several points, apparently, if he got my V-Card.
“I thought you might want to set up a schedule to work on our final project. It seems to be important to you.”
I nodded. “It’s very important to me.”
“Would you like to meet for a few hours after class every Thursday?”
“And what about dinner?” The class got out at four in the afternoon.
“We can work and have dinner. The two don’t have to be mutually exclusive.”
“As long as we’re clear that we’re working and having dinner together is not anything else.”
“Anything else?” He feigned ignorance.
How stupid was I to think that he would even consider taking me out on a date? Of course, it was just about class work.
“Never mind.” I could feel my cheeks get hot.
He was stifling a chuckle. Asshole. He really knew how to push my buttons.
Then he leaned in so his lips were nearly touching my ears. Another wave of shivers rushed through me. How did he do that to me so easily and so often? I felt like I no longer had control of my own body.
“I would never confuse our work together as a date,” he whispered. “Not that I don’t think about taking you out. I think about it a lot. Especially what happens after I walk you back to your room.”
I gulped. I couldn’t believe Aaron thought about me at all. The idea seemed ridiculous. Then my rational self reminded me that he was probably just feeding me a line, which he was apparently an expert at, and I had almost fallen for it. Again.
“I’ve got to get back to the dorm,” I said weakly. “My roommate’s waiting for me.”
He winked at me. “See you next week, Sunshine.”
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