Betting on the Wrong Brother

By: Cathryn Fox

This good girl is ready to be bad…

He may be at a romance readers’ convention, but a naked woman in the elevator is not what horror writer Ryan Wheeler expects. Now he can’t take his eyes off of her—and not just because he saw her naked, though her luscious curves certainly aren’t helping the matter. She’s beautiful, funny, snarky…and a complication he doesn’t need.

Running into her teen heartthrob while naked wasn’t exactly part of romance novelist Andi Palmer’s weekend plans. Worse, he doesn’t recognize her and gives her a fake name. Years ago, he shot her down in the worst possible way, and now this? It’s time for a little down-and-dirty revenge.

Ryan’s more than a little turned on by this good girl who wants to be bad. But things aren’t what they seem, and the secrets they’re keeping from one another might just end this sexy little rendezvous before it ever begins…





A huge thank you to all the Foxy gals who stepped up to help. I don’t have the room to name everyone but this time I’d like to give a shout out to Chrissy, Crystal, Cher, Debbie, Terry and Rachel.





Chapter One

First, a six-hour turbulent flight, then, a suicidal cab drive, and now this.

Romance novelist Andi Palmer repeatedly jabbed the open button on the control panel of the malfunctioning elevator. She’d given up on the phone that had clearly been installed for decorative purposes only. Where the hell was maintenance and when was the last time this thing had been serviced, anyway? She looked for a certification sticker but couldn’t read the small print in the dim light. Dammit. If it didn’t start up soon, she was going to be late for her editor’s appointment. She tapped her foot on the tiled floor and glanced at her watch. Not only was she about to be late for her meeting, the parties would be well under way by now. The male cover model contest was a romance writer’s convention must, and if she didn’t get out of the eight by eight hot box she was trapped in, she was sure to miss it.

The power flickered on and off, the only illumination coming from the emergency light overhead. She’d been trapped for fifteen minutes, and the air was already growing stagnant, making it feel like she’d been stuck for hours. She leaned against the mirrored wall and glanced around the small, dimly lit space as she punched the button again. At least she wasn’t the claustrophobic type.

A beat passed, then the florescent lights flickered on. Somewhere overhead a fan kicked in. Hallelujah. She fist pumped the air and did the Snoopy dance around the small space. Maybe she’d make it to her meeting in time after all.

The light dimmed again and Andi drew in a breath and held it. While she’d never been afraid of small spaces, the thought of being trapped in the dark gave her a moment’s panic. A sound came from overhead, similar to the grinding of gears and the floor bounced beneath her feet and then…nothing.

Great, just great.

She leaned against the back mirror and drummed her newly manicured nails on the rail. Rumor had it the hotel was haunted. She blinked against the dimness and hugged herself as she searched the corners. Yeah, she’d seen The Grudge. While she might not be afraid of confined places, demons scared the hell out of her. Was some angry spirit getting its kicks out of distressing the harried New Yorker? More than likely. For all she knew, a hoard of ghosts were laughing their transparent asses off right now. Or getting ready to eat her face off.

Her gaze darted around the cubicle. “I’m tougher than I look,” she warned, just in case. She wasn’t. Not really.

She pressed the button for every floor again. Nothing. Come on. Open already. A second passed, then two. Okay, enough of this. She needed to stop letting her imagination run amuck and do something constructive…like change for her meeting. A shower would have been nice, sure, but thanks to the broken elevator, the option of getting clean was currently off the table.

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