Book cover for 'Arm Candy' by Jessica Lemmon featuring a silhouette of two people dancing with the title in colorful speech bubbles and a quote praising the book.

Arm Candy

Last call! 

A clean-cut suit and a rebellious bartender act on their unlikely chemistry in this frisky Real Love novel.

Davis Price has had his eye on Grace Buchanan for a while now. Unlike the bubbly blondes he usually dates, the feisty, flame-haired bartender both intrigues and bewilders him. Something about herβ€”the tattoos? the nose ring?β€”makes every part of him sit up and beg. There’s only one problem: She hates him. Trading insults and one-liners has become their M.O., but when Grace bets him that he can’t get a date with a non-blonde if his life depends on it, he’s determined to prove her wrong by landing the ultimate non-blonde: her

Grace is used to regulars hitting on her at the bar. She’s turned them all down, except for one: Davis Price. She likes giving him a hard time, and he is kind of cute in his suit and tieβ€”if you’re into that kind of thing. But after her bet with Davis backfires, their first date lands them in the sack. So does the second. And the third. They’ve convinced themselves that scintillating sex is enough, until want turns into need. Now they’re faced with a choice: end their physical relationship, or double-down on forever…

β€œA great balance [of] funny, sexy, sweet…” ~HarlequinJunkie.com

β€œArm Candy offers readers a smoking-hot and tender romance filled with delicious banter and wicked snark”
— Caffeinated Book Review
β€œArm CandyΒ is a perfect laugh-out-loud, seriously steamy opposites attract story, with just the right amount of sweetness.”
— New York TimesΒ bestselling author Lauren Layne

Excerpt

Grace

β€œYou have three Davis packages from which to choose.” He ticks them off using his fingers. β€œThe Davis. The Davis Deluxe. The Platinum Davis.”

β€œYou’re making this up.” Isn’t he?

β€œThe Davis,” he continues, β€œis standard for any date save one detail.”

β€œWhich is?” I fold my arms, still not buying it. What kind of guy offers dating packages, other than an escort?

β€œHold the eggplant.”

He’s not laughing with me.

β€œNot literally. β€˜Hold’ in this scenario means no holding. You can’t touch me below the belt.” My gosh. He is an escort.

β€œYou need to make that distinction, do you?” I hoist a brow and try to appear like I’m not thinking about what Davis’s eggplant might look like. Like I’m not thinking about how many women bypassed that option because they were glad to touch it. β€œWhy an eggplant?”

β€œWell, it used to be β€˜Hold the pickle,’ but then the eggplant emoji gained popularity. I had to update.”

β€œAh, I see. So sexting is part of the basic package?”

β€œNo, that’s the deluxe,” he says so sincerely that I’m beginning to believe him. β€œSexting is a substantial time requirement.”

β€œYou’re insane,” I mutter on a nervous laugh. At least the heat is receding from my face now.

β€œI’m efficient. Which package would you prefer, Grace?” Something seductive slides into his voice. Even during this bizarre conversation, that same charge sizzles in the air. β€œUnless you’re chicken,” he says, easing us onto familiar ground.

β€œI’m the one who issued the bet,” I remind him. β€œI’m certainly not afraid of you or your... packages.”

I kind of am, though. I just explained to Rox why I wasn’t dating. But maybe… I mean, there’s no way Davis will stick around for more than one date, so what’s the harm?

β€œProve it,” he says. β€œWhen’s your next day off?”

My throat is so dry I have to swallow before I can formulate an answer. β€œThursday.”

Am I really doing this? At some point our banter slipped off the tracks and we entered The Twilight Zone.

β€œThursday.” He tosses a few bills on the bar to pay for his beer. β€œDecide which package you want before then and send me a text.”

β€œWith or without an eggplant emoji?” I smirk.

He leans across the bar, grabs a pen from a cup, and jots his phone number on one of the dollar bills. I flick my eyes to his lips and for one insane second imagine what his firm, full mouth might feel like against mine.

Incredible, I imagine.

β€œThat’s up to you.” He backs away. Without turning, he says, β€œInclude your address with the text. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

I stare at his phone number on the dollar bill and consider texting him. Damn.

This might be the first time in the history of the world the ole phone-number-on-a-dollar pickup worked.


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Digital cover art for 'Army Candy' featuring a man with dark hair and a woman with long red hair and floral tattoos, in a close pose in a colorful, blurred background.

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