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Authors: Dee Tenorio

The Virgin's Revenge

 

 

The Virgin's Revenge
Dee Tenorio
Samhain Publishing (2012)

If you can’t beat ’em…seduce ’em.

A
Rancho del Cielo
Romance

Amanda Jackman’s love life is the stuff dreams are made of...which is fitting, because it’s all in her head. Thanks to six oversized, overbearing brothers who treat her like the family jewel, she’s lived in a padded little box.

Determined to get a life before she needs a padded little cell, she sets out to throw off the yoke and live on her own terms. Except she seriously underestimates the lengths to which her brothers will go to keep her safe and sound.

Cole Engstrom’s life might just be at an end. Cornered by all six of the massive Jackmans—men he normally considers his friends—he learns he’s their choice to marry their sister...or else. Make that first choice, but not the last.

Rather than watch Amanda’s brothers club their way through potential mates, Cole figures it’s best to just play along for a while and buy her some time to find a man of her own. It’s a good plan. Until Amanda figures it out—and decides he’s the one to relieve her of her “sheltered little virgin” status. One seduction at a time...

Warning: This sexy romp of a book contains a virgin, a man and a plan. Game. On.

Dedication

 

Huge thanks to my lovely editor, who thinks I’m funny and has put up with my crazy for quite some time now. Thanks for being patient and helping me find my way, Jennifer.

For Limecello…I have no idea why you haven’t hit me in the head with sharp objects by now. Thank you for all the proofing and reading and cray-cray patting.

For Nicki…for constantly asking me where the hell the story was. Someday I’ll tell you how much of a difference that makes.

For Sharon…I know you’re not big on the comedies, but I’d have given up without you. Here’s to late nights, evil plans, hotel rooms with hot air and Xanax…

And a last but very important thank you to Fatin and Lillie—you ladies are indispensible friends and I would never have survived the last year without you. I cannot thank you enough.

Chapter One

 

“We want you to marry Mandy.”

Cole Engstrom never knew you could reverse-snort up a French fry, but there you have it. Someone call Guinness.

A few solid thwacks on the back later from one of the notorious six Jackman brothers, and he was breathing marginally well again. That didn’t mean, of course, his hearing was any better.


What?


We
—” Locke Jackman leaned forward in his diner seat, bracing more of his weight on his oversized hunks of arm and nailing Cole in place with a vivid blue glare, “—want
you
to marry
Mandy
.”

When Locke said
we,
he spoke for all six of the brothers. Probably their deceased parents, grandparents and all the generations that traveled over the Atlantic more than two centuries ago. He was more than big enough to pull something like that off.

Cole risked a glance at the elder twins—as Daniel and Dean were typically called—who sat on his left, their bulk swallowing most of the curving diner bench in the darkest corner of Shaky Jake’s
bar. He should have known they were out to get him when they’d invited him here for lunch and dragged him to this spot. Not only were they cheap, they were scared of the dark. Yet both of them nodded and grinned at him like they’d done him a favor. He smelled a set-up. He also had the suspicion they were stealing his fries.

“Why?”

Locke smiled. Sort of. When you have a face that big and that closely resembling a brick wall, it’s probably harder to be convincing about joy. “We like you.”

Wasn’t that reassuring?

“Does Amanda?”

Locke shrugged. “She will.”

“So,
she
doesn’t know anything about this?” Adding two and two while surrounded by two trios of human mountains with zero common sense was slow going.

“Why tell Mandy? She’d just argue with us. But she needs to get married. It’s time. Mom and Dad would have had her married off years ago, and since they aren’t here, it’s up to us.”

Cole didn’t want to remind Locke that the main reason Amanda wasn’t married off was
because
their parents had died, and no man who wanted to retain his moving parts was going to attempt to so much as look Amanda’s way with the mini-hulks blocking his path.

“And you picked me because…”

“The elder twins said you were nice to her.” Locke nodded to the two boys who’d been Cole’s friends since junior year in high school. He’d been a skinny, chain-smoking computer nerd in their weight-training class. They’d openly seen him as a project.

By the end of the year, he’d quit smoking, at least, but he was still slim and never destined to bench much more than his own weight. They kept him anyway—he had a car. There were times he wondered if that was why they’d adopted him in the first place. Times like now, he wondered why he’d adopted them back.

The elder twins grinned at him, still nodding, both chewing. Bastards.

“Didn’t they tell you I’ve planned to never get married?” Because Daniel and Dean knew damn well he was never getting married. Ever. They even knew why. Hell,
Locke
knew why. It wasn’t a secret.

“Plans can change.” Locke’s unfaltering gaze bored into Cole, placidly threatening. Threatening what, Cole wasn’t sure, but it didn’t take a lot of imagination to guess it would be painful.

Still. Some things Locke couldn’t force, no matter how he tried.

“Not these ones.”

He felt the tension suddenly ratchet up in the shoulders on either side of him. And though Locke didn’t move even a muscle, Cole swore he grew impossibly more hulking.

“Look, Amanda’s a nice girl.” She was too. Very nice. Nice to talk to, nice to spend time with, nice to look at. All right, more than nice to look at. More like stunning, with that silky white-blonde hair and blue-gray eyes, curves he’d give his right nut to stop thinking about, and good God, legs for miles. Tall, like her brothers, but delicate and quiet in comparison. Sweet too.

But if she believed for one second that he’d gone along with this ridiculous plan, he had no doubt whatsoever she’d rip his throat out. No self-respecting girl wouldn’t, and Cole made it a special rule never to piss off the quiet ones. Usually, they’d already had lots of time to think about body disposal.

“But?” Locke was no idiot. Not like the others, who followed his orders like good pets.

“But she and I aren’t…involved.” And he’d taken great pains to make sure that they would never be involved. He enjoyed her company way too much to risk ever dating her. That was a surefire way to make her think him an asshole.

“Of course you aren’t. Yet.” There it was, Locke’s scary smile again. The one that was a cross between a pit bull growl and a hungry tiger attack. Either one would eat you alive, so Cole was sure to stay perfectly still and not tempt either. “You’ll ask her out. Date for a while. But not too long—I won’t have Mandy embarrassed because her boyfriend won’t settle down.”

Sure, Cole could see how
that
might be embarrassing.

“Then, in about six months, you ask her to marry you. She says yes, you get hitched and it’s all done with.”

Done with? His life, maybe. Hers, definitely. “What if Amanda says no?”

“Why would she say no?” Locke’s subtext was easy to read; she’d better
not
say no. “Be nice to her, make her feel pretty, tell her she’s a good cook and you’re set.”

“Mandy really is a good cook,” Dean added.

“You guys think all it takes to get married is to tell a girl she’s pretty and that she can feed you from now on and she’ll fall over from the romantic sentiment?”

Dean actually thought about it.

“Good point. Women are picky about stuff like that. You’re just going to have to make her fall in love with you or something,” Locke concluded.

Or something. Cole thought longingly to the fry that had mercifully tried to kill him minutes ago. Why had he fought it?

“I know this sounds completely unlikely, but…let’s say she doesn’t fall in love with me and the prospect of feeding me every day for the rest of her life isn’t enough of an enticement to get her to marry me?”

Locke shrugged. “At least you tried.”

Cole took his first breath of the meal…

“We’ll just find someone else and try again.”

…and choked on it.

“Try
again
? You mean you guys are going to shop Amanda around until someone bites?”

Locke didn’t smile this time. He didn’t do anything. He just stared, his blue gaze as implacably serious as the resolute will he’d used to raise the family currently surrounding him.

Asking Cole to marry Amanda was one thing. The Jackmans were his friends, despite Locke’s unnerving ability to…well, unnerve him. He wasn’t going to go telling anyone that the brothers were off their rockers and just short of pitching their sister on the auction block, and they knew it. Even the youngest ones. But should he turn them down, Amanda would quickly become a laughingstock in their quaint little southern California town of Rancho del Cielo. And no one in RDC ever forgot a good laugh.

Put like that, turning them down wasn’t an option.

Locke pulled something out of his shirt pocket and clacked it onto the center of the table. “See you at dinner, Cole. Seven o’clock. And wear a tie. You’re courting.”

He slid out from behind the table with a little more grace than someone his size should have been allowed. Within seconds, Cole found himself alone at the massive booth with an empty plate, a raw set of nerves and an open jeweler’s box complete with a glittering engagement ring.

For the first time since high school, Cole Engstrom was dying for a cigarette.

 

 

He was there again.

His heat imprinted itself on her body from nape to calf, the feel of his breath bristling the small hairs on her neck. Warm hands cupped her bare shoulders, smoothing down her biceps to her elbows, dipping into the hot dishwater where her own hands clutched at a plate she’d been washing.

The steam from the water had frosted the window and put a sheen on her skin, flushing her face and making her thick hair curl in tendrils near her face. Now, as his fingertips toyed with hers, the steam seemed to start rising again, thicker and faster than before. He loosened her grip on the innocent dish, guiding her into putting her hands somewhere she would probably need them: the counter edge.

Then he went back to work…

His mouth on the back of her neck, the bristles of his ever-present stubble tickling her skin, the sound of his coat impatiently being shucked off his shoulders so he could be rid of some of his pesky clothes.

It was always like this. One moment, she’d be doing something menial, something so ordinary she wouldn’t have imagined it
could
turn sensual, and in a heartbeat he would arrive, touching her, promising her so many things with just a whisk of his fingertips.

He pressed close to her, his hands on her hips, those rough thumbs grazing the ribbon of flesh between her damp gray tank top and the black denim. Inch by inch, his hands rose, tracing the muscles of her belly, the arches of her ribs, finally, oh, God,
finally
cupping her breasts. A low groan of satisfaction escaped him as she leaned her head back and let him stroke her over-sensitized nipples into desperate points.

“Cole,” she whispered, imagining his knowing grin. Her hips began to move without her consent, searching, seeking his warmth and his hardness.

Finding…nothing.

Amanda Jackman opened her eyes, startled to find her own wet, soapy hands bunching the fabric of her old gray T-shirt at her throat. Her whimper of need turned into a pout of frustration.

Just once, couldn’t it
really
be Cole instead of her overeager, overused and over-the-top imagination?

Knowing Cole as well as she did… Nope, it couldn’t.

But a girl could dream, and Amanda wiped at her hot cheeks knowing she’d take full advantage of that fact for as long as she could. Not like she had anything else to do.

“Mandy!” Locke’s usual announcement that he’d arrived made her drop her hands and hope none of her fantasy still had her eyes glazed. Why on earth had she given Locke a spare house key? He still didn’t quite understand that her place was not an extension of his home. The doorbell was anathema to him. At this point, she’d take a knock that sounded like an eight-point-six earthquake over his habit of just walking in. Then again, both of them knew he was unlikely to interrupt anything.

“In the kitchen!” she called out, turning on the faucet and running the dish she’d been accidentally romancing under the cold water flow she desperately needed.

“Got plans tonight?” Locke asked as soon as he entered the kitchen’s wide archway. He always asked lately, which was pretty annoying since they both knew she didn’t. Amanda hadn’t had any important plans since third grade when Dean and Daniel beat up the little boy they’d caught looking up her skirt. And with her adorable but insistently broken little house making more and more demands on her time, she didn’t see that changing anytime soon.

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