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Smooth. Sexy. Irresistible.
Those qualities equal only one thing.
Big. Freaking. Trouble.
Brynne Calloway knows that anything that seems too good to
be true usually is. Fenton Abbott and his cashmere voice, Adonis body, and a
magnetism like no other clearly falls into that category. But what’s life
without a little risk?
It was supposed to be a rebound, an uncomplicated escape
from reality. But nothing ever goes as planned. Fenton turns out to be so much
more … in ways Brynne never sees coming.
Editorial Reviews:
"Sexy and hot with page sizzling romance. Fenton Abbott
is the picturesque book boyfriend who will have you swooning and wishing you
wore bikinis." - Heidi McLaughlin, NYT and USA Today Best Selling Author
"Wherever It Leads lead me exactly where my heart
needed to be. Locke has developed complex characters, a story with depth, unexpected
turns, and sexy twists. A ✮✮✮✮✮ read for me." - SL
Scott, NYT and USA Today Best Selling Author
"Locke has a way of always adding an element of danger
and intrigue to her stories that's just understated enough to allow the love
story to shine through. This one is no different. I loved it!" - Mandi
Beck, author of the Caged Love Series
"Hands down, Wherever It Leads is Adriana Locke's best
work to date!" - Shera, Book Lovers Obsession
"This a fun, flirty and sexy read with a bit of mystery
and intrigue. Pure unadulterated fantasy!" - Dawn, Blushing Babes Are Up
All Night Book Blog
EXCERPT #1-
Fenton is standing in front of the windows that line this
room too. One hand is pressed against the glass, the other holding a phone to
his ear. He looks in complete control, dominating, and it makes my mouth water.
His charcoal grey suit is stretched across his wide shoulders, his legs
shoulder-width apart. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Lord help me
when he turns around. The door closes softly behind me. As if in slow motion,
Fenton turns. The setting sun is to his back, almost like the universe is
showcasing his splendor in case there was any doubt of his perfection. He slips
one hand in his pocket, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I’ll call you
later,” he says into the phone and puts it in his pocket too. All I can do is
take him in. He’s doing the same as his gaze caresses me from head to toe. Even
from the other side of the room, I can feel him skirting my curves, skimming my
jawline. It’s visual intercourse, if that’s even a thing, and I’m ready to
climax. The top button of his shirt is undone, his tie gone. A dark belt wraps
his narrow waist, giving him a look of sophistication. His jaw has a spattering
of stubble and I wonder what it would feel like beneath my fingers. The energy
in the room crackles as he draws near. My breathing is rapid-firing and I take
a deep breath to try to sort it out before he reaches me. I fumble with what to
say and what to do. I’m not the smoothest on dates anyway, but with this
Adonis? God almighty. I don’t know him well enough to know how to even address
him. Come to think of it, I know three things: his name, he’s gorgeous, and he
currently holds all the power. And I’m ready to remove all of my clothing. So I
guess that makes it four.
