Check out our exclusive excerpt from Talk British to Me by Robin Bielman, which is being released June 19!
About ‘Talk British to Me’ by Robin Bielman:
As the Dating Guy on L.A.‘s top morning show, I give the single guy’s perspective on dating, love, and sex—and I give great advice. Everyone’s hooking up…well, except for me. Sure, I can get any woman I want, but I’ve got a “no relationship” clause in my contract and the only woman I want has “relationship” written all over her. Probably stamped on her ass, too. And wouldn’t I like to confirm that.
Unfortunately, she wants nothing to do with me. At all. Something about the next Ice Age might have even come up in her rebuttal. Adorable. Because she’s determined to ignore what one simple kiss proved: she wants me as badly as I want her.
Everything in me is screaming to go after her, but I’ve got a secret that I’m fairly certain will end up with her roasting my nuts over an open fire. So, job on the line? Check. Nuts on the line? Check. Can’t get her out of my head? Nail…meet coffin. But what a way to go…
‘Talk British to Me’ by Robin Bielman exclusive excerpt:
I step through a large oval doorway to find a nice-size kitchen. Standing at the stainless steel fridge and pulling a couple of beers out is Mateo. He’s wearing jeans that hang low on his narrow hips and a thin heather grey T-shirt. His feet are bare. The casual look is ridiculously hot.
“Hi,” I say.”
He turns, takes one look at me, and one of the beers slips through his fingers. The can hits the hardwood floor and rolls toward my feet.
“Thanks,” I say with a chuckle and bend over to pick it up. “But isn’t this for someone else?”
His eyes are on my chest when I straighten. A swallow works its way down the smooth tanned skin of his throat. I glance down and am reminded my dress has a low neckline and I probably just flashed him a nice view of my cleavage.
“He can get his own beer. Jesus, Knox, you trying to kill me?” His gaze travels over my body like he’s never seen a girl in a little black dress before. “Please tell me you didn’t go out with The Suit dressed like that.”
“I didn’t go out with The Suit.”
“No Hollywood Bowl?”
I shake my head. “Andersen wedding.”
“You look…” He stands right in front of me now, having snuck closer without my noticing. “Unbelievably hot.”
“Thank you.” Up close, Mateo is all the things, and my body’s reaction to his nearness is, I’m sure, similar to a volcano about to erupt. I need to down this beer to calm my crazy nerves. I start to lift the tab.
“Wait.” Mateo covers my hand with his. His touch makes my nerves go even more haywire. I hate this reaction I have to him, but I also never want it to end. It feels good everywhere. “Take this one.” He exchanges my beer for the one in his hand. “Yours could explode when you open it.”
Oh my God. He can sort of read my mind.
I feel like I might explode. The way he’s still looking at me, stealing glances at my chest, then my mouth, is super arousing. I want to rub up against him until I relieve the pressure building inside me.