I am Victoria Frasier
I am an island.
I am a lioness.
I am bulletproof.
In this sequel to Nine Million Minutes, snappy marketing consultant Victoria Deveraux Fraser jets from Manhattan to Houston to Los Angeles as a national conference speaker, staying in the finest rooms in the finest hotels. Fly. Speak. Sleep (and not necessarily alone). Repeat. She has little family, and basically two friends. Kricket Hunter, her best, and only girlfriend, and Kricket’s husband, Jay, a former casual sex partner. Thank goodness they were past the awkwardness of that.
When a consulting job with the Hunters lands her in Oklahoma City for a year, she sets out to find a handy, no-strings-attached bed partner. Russ Garrison’s rugged attractiveness is the complete opposite of her normal prey, but this isn’t Manhattan, so perhaps it’s time to dabble in craft beer instead of champagne. And as luck would have it, he also works for the Hunters. When he goes out of his way to avoid her advances, she digs in her leopard print high heels and strives harder because what Victoria Frasier wants, Victoria Frasier gets.
Russ knew the moment he laid eyes on the voluptuous petite blonde, he had to have her. But he has no intention of filling the shoes of Jay, or any of her other throwaway rendezvous partners, no matter how hard she tries to seduce him. Not that he’s against casual sex, but this woman is different. He wants more.
But there’s a million to one chance that’s going to happen. She’d been in love once and that was plenty. It would not happen again, and most certainly not with a lumberjack of a man who would rather work on his Jeep than go to the opera.