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MAXIMUM DARE by Vanessa Fewings
Release Date: April 30th
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You’re probably wondering what I’m doing hanging off the edge of London’s tallest building, The Shard.
I can explain. Kind of. Because I’m not even sure who the invitation came from to join the Dare Club.
But I’ve narrowed it down to two men:
Max Marquis, a tall, gorgeous Brazilian lawyer with an accent to die for and Nick Banham, a dashing English athlete who may have just broken my heart. Their reasons? Could be love. Could be a desire to watch me suffer. Or maybe those two are the same.
Oh, yeah, and they’re half brothers.
And I’m in love with both of them.
So you see, thrill-seeking is just what I might need to sort this all out.
If I don’t fall to my death first.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, when it comes to love, you have to hang on tight.
Maximum Dare is the STANDALONE contemporary romance novel from Vanessa Fewings, USA Today Bestselling Author of the The ICON Trilogy.
That was my in – my chance to warn him.
None of his mates from his football team were here. The only reason I’d found out about this party was because I’d seen Morgan showing off about the event on Facebook.
Turning up like this probably seemed a bit stalkerish – but trust me, this was about saving a man who’d once saved me…back when all I’d known was grief. This was me looking out for Nick now, making sure he didn’t blow up his life for a girl who could never truly love him. It was easy to see why she’d hunted him down. Nick was a rising football star destined to follow in his dad’s iconic footsteps.
Why did he have to look so adorable with his tousled dark blond hair and expressive grey eyes? Chiseled features made him stand out even in this freakishly good-looking crowd, along with his athletic physique. I was now entering the hating phase…the I-can’t-bear-to- be-in-the-same-room phase. Yet Nick still made my insides do a flip-flop.
The last few weeks had been crushing in so many ways. The house we’d shared in Bermondsey was going to be sold. Moving out was inevitable because Nick was now living with Morgan in her Chelsea high-rise.
That girl was my opposite: Tall and blond and a first prize winner in the genetics lottery. I was a brunette with blue eyes who wore round-rimmed glasses – my look was more the girl next door. Not wild and sexy like Morgan, a woman who chased after endless fun and thrived on surprises.
Before she’d stolen my man, I’d followed Morgan’s make-up tutorials posted for and viewed by millions. She had two speeds – partying fashionista or poolside babe.
My speed was literally in reverse. There was no competing with a woman who was an expert at wooing men with her fake charm. And I’d never have the kind of money it would take to look like her. She indulged in cosmetic surgery to tweak imperceptible imperfections, giving her a flawless, airbrushed appearance that was hard to imitate.
Nick was destined to become another “Most Hated” post on Morgan’s Instagram page after she’d tired of him and moved on. It was inevitable. That was her thing.
I couldn’t let it happen to him.
A few minutes alone with Nick and I’d be able to show him the evidence I’d found on Morgan’s social media pages to prove she was bad news. He seemed oblivious to the long list of exes mentioned in her blog posts – whimsical fancies who formed the fodder for her emotional breakdowns and at the same time garnered her more followers.
But even knowing all of this, I still hesitated – guilt for stealing that envelope niggling at my conscience.
Don’t do it.
Don’t lower yourself to her standards.
Rummaging around in my handbag, I retrieved the envelope ready to slip it back into Morgan’s Prada purse.
They were leaving.
Hand in hand, Nick and Morgan waved goodbye to the crowd like they were a celebrity couple. My worried glare tracked their movement along the other side of the window.
Having not quite used up my stalker quota for the evening, I decided what the hell and grabbed my parka from the barstool, pulling it on. I followed them out and was hit with a blast of freezing cold January wind that stung my face.
A limo was waiting for them. A chauffeur wearing a grey suit opened the back door in a formal gesture so that Morgan could elegantly slide into the back.
Nick stopped short of climbing in behind her to pin me with a look of disbelief. My humiliation rose with each faltering step and I forced a weak smile to reassure him.
It’s just me, your ex. The girl with no life who refuses to let you go.
I gathered the courage to sprint forward, holding out the envelope. “She dropped this—”
My glasses went flying as I collided with a rock-hard male body. My cheek squished against a woolen coat as my body fell heavily against his, a flood of pheromones rushing through me from his heady cologne. It reminded me of endless nights filled with sordid pleasures. At first I was reluctant to look up, afraid I might be disappointed after that incredible preview…
“Hi, there,” he said, his tone amused, his accent seductively foreign.
Dazed, I peered up at his face. He was too tall to kiss, this dark stranger with a three-day stubble. His masculine scent stirred a forbidden desire deep inside of me and I couldn’t speak for a moment. He was so damn gorgeous. His temples revealed just a hint of grey – making me think he was in his thirties. His hypnotic brown eyes crinkled with kindness as he gave me a dazzling smile.
“Thank you?” I finally said. The response had made sense in my head.
He must have found it humorous, as I saw his full, kissable lips quirk up in a smile – a smile that suddenly faded as he glanced over my shoulder.
Someone from behind me gripped my arms and dragged me away from him, forcing me to trot on unsteady heels towards an SUV. I had no choice but to move in that direction, feeling dizzy as the world whooshed by.
My handbag slipped off my shoulder and landed on the ground as that someone then shoved me against the front of the vehicle, pushing me forward until my cheek pressed against the hard metal of the car bonnet. I tried to push myself up, but my hands were suddenly drawn behind my back and I was held down, incapacitated – and vaguely aware that the handsome stranger was watching.
My cheeks ablaze, I cringed at the thought that Nick was seeing this, too.
I lifted my head a little and saw Morgan climb out of the limo. She whipped out her iPhone and pointed it in my direction.
The flash was blinding.
About the Author:
USA Today bestselling author Vanessa Fewings writes both contemporary and suspense romance novels.
PERVADE LONDON (duet 1) is her latest romantic suspense novel.
PERVADE MONTEGO BAY (duet 2) is available now!
PERFUME GIRL (stand-alone) is her contemporary romance novel.
THE ICON TRILOGY is a romantic suspense about Zara Leighton, London’s most brilliant art investigator on the hunt for the notorious thief known as Icon. Vanessa’s previous novels include the bestselling Enthrall Sessions, a romance series spanning eight books about a woman who gets swept up into Enthrall, L.A.’s premier club that caters to the secret desires of the elite.
Readers can also listen to Vanessa as she hosts the podcast The Romance Show, a captivating podcast featuring authors and industry professionals in the romance genre.
Prior to publishing, Vanessa worked as a registered nurse and midwife. She holds a Masters Degree in Psychology. She has traveled extensively throughout the world and has lived in Great Britain, Germany, Hong Kong, Cyprus and the USA. Born and raised in England, Vanessa now proudly calls herself an American and resides on the East Coast with her husband and their foxhound Sherlock.
Represented by The Whalen Agency
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