Not your mother’s romance

A Daring Proposition

Boudoir photographer Emberly Blair uses her unusual creative talents to do more than snap steamy photos. Her passion? Using artistic sensuality to help other women find their hidden beauty. Rooted in a family tragedy, Emberly’s work is her life’s mission, and she takes seriously every nuance of light and shadow in the images she creates. What she doesn’t take seriously is the uptight millionaire who lands on her doorstep in need of a good headshot, a female escort, and someone to curb his sarcastic tongue. 

IT genius and philanthropist Seth Owens doesn’t pay much attention to anything not connected to an electronic grid—until he meets smart and sexy Emberly Blair. He considers her work superficial smoke-and-mirrors, but knows that where there’s smoke there’s flame, and Emberly is it. When Emberly suggests they make a trade—she’ll accompany him to a dedication event where he is the reluctant star if he’ll be her plus-one at a wedding—Seth agrees to walk into the fire. 

The fire becomes a sensual blaze that consumes Seth and Emberly. But just as they begin to believe that their love might be strong enough to burn high and hot for a lifetime, Seth makes a move that Emberly can’t forgive. It will take more than a few sparks to relight their relationship—and a deeper understanding by both of them of what it takes to forge a forever love. 

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What readers are saying…

“Dear light of heaven! It may not be a long book but it packs one heck of a punch. It smoothly transitions from snarky to sexy, funny to poignant, that as a reader, you’re never quite sure what’s coming around the next page turn. With a light hand and a deft touch, this book tackles some pretty heavy family drama and a couple of overlooked social issues: abandonment, addiction, expectations, look-ism, and bullying just to name the biggest of the bunch. It’s all so seamlessly blended in to who Em and Seth are and what they do that these really big issues don’t overwhelm the story. I loved the chemistry between Seth and Em. Her take-no-prisoners attitude sparked some fascinating sparing matches with this geek-done-good. I hope to see them make cameo appearances in future works because they’ve worked their way into my heart and memory.”    -Kristen Lewendon

“Emberly is sassy and snarky and so much fun to read. Seth is the perfect match for her. At first he comes off uptight but he actually can be quite witty. I devoured this book. The only thing I hated was that it wasn’t longer!”    -Barbara Lack

“I have only one problem with this story…I didn’t want it to end! What a truly pleasurable read, great characters, witty dialog and love.”    -paytonpuppy


She scrunched her nose. “But I don’t want to.”

Seth heard a man’s muffled voice on the other end of the line.

“Don’t pull that best friend bullshit. I did not pinky swear. Okay, fuck, yes, I pinky swore, and you’re a cocksucker for using it against me. Fine, you get me for two nights, but you owe me…seriously owe me. How many grab-happy drunks will I be dodging at this wedding?”

She nodded; to whom, Seth didn’t know.

“Fine.” Her eyes met Seth’s, then widened. “Wait, can I bring a plus one?”


Oh, hell no.

No. No. No. NO.

She clicked off the phone and took her hand from his mouth. “Did you leave your bitch energy at home so we can do this?” she asked.

Fifteen seconds.

One, two, three, four, five, he sucked in a breath and opened his mouth.

Fuck it, he made it to five.

“The only one of us with bitch energy the other day was you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. You wanted me to push your buttons. Clearly, you were dying to unleash on someone, so why not me, right? Gave me the false impression that you were actually wanting my opinion, and then when I gave it to you, you blasted me. Probably has more to do with whatever poor son of a bitch flipped your bitch switch before we arrived than it actually did with anything I did.”

Ha! Maybe he didn’t need to wait fifteen seconds after all because, hot damn, that was actually a sound analysis if he did say so himself.

“Sorry there, slick shot, but you’re wrong. For whatever reason, you had an issue with me with just one glance at Elite. I wanted to know what the problem was, but it’s okay, I figured it out. You’re your own problem, but we’ll see if we can fix that.”

“I didn’t come here to be fixed.”

“No, but I’m going to do it anyway. It’s my gift to the female sex. I’m going to deprogram the judgmental asshole right out of you.” She grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, slamming the door behind him.

“Hey, I planned to wear this for the shoot.”


“What the hell do you mean no? I sure as hell am not putting on one of those hoochie mama get-ups you’ve got back there.”

Emberly snorted out a laugh, stopped in the same doorway she’d stood in a few days before, and tossed a glance over her shoulder.

Amusement danced in those captivating eyes of hers. “Don’t worry, there, Stick-Up-The-Ass; I wouldn’t dream of making you that level of cool.”

She did it again, sauntered away on a laugh, leaving him there to follow. Or not.

He should have walked right out the door, but then he really would be that stick up the ass she accused him of being.

And his lame ass would be concealing the strangled look he always seemed to get when he sported a tie, while some old fart took the world’s most unflattering picture of him.

Word had spread that he was the donor for the wing. Most of his classmates were going to the dedication. Likely to get a look at what had become of the fat dork who had shocked the whole school by having been busted hacking.

He narrowed his eyes at the doorway.

Fuck it. He was going in.

But he so was not getting on that carousel horse.

No fucking way.

© Casey Hagen, USA Today Bestselling Author