About the Book
Cadence Grayson was meant to be mine. I knew it the minute I saw her.
She's smart, sassy, and keeps me on my toes.
But she thinks I'm someone I'm not and wants nothing to do with my world.
Now I have to convince her to give me a shot.
Lucky for me, I don't give up easily.
Cadence Marie Grayson, you're going down.
Colton Walker might be the hottest billionaire in San Francisco.
He could have anyone he wants, but for some reason, he's set his sights on me.
I keep telling him I'm not cut out for a high society life. I'm a hot mess with no verbal filter.
But he is relentless and so freaking sweet. And he knows exactly how to make me crazy.
Lord, I think he's wearing me down.
This older alpha male is crazy about his sassy, younger BBW…or maybe he's just plain crazy. Either way, he's not taking no for an answer in this sweet, steamy romance from Nichole Rose. If instalove, mouthy heroines, and an over-the-top (OTT) billionaire sounds like a good time to you, you're in luck. Colton and Cadence are coming your way! As always, all Nichole Rose books come complete with a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA.
Unfortunately, they didn't get the pre-order for this one approved until after it was too late to upload the final file. For those who pre-ordered or ordered during the first few hours, this means you got the ARC file instead of the final version.
I attempted to reach out to Amazon about it before the deadline to upload, but was basically told there was nothing I could do beyond wait until the book unlocked on release day to upload the final file. So I'm sharing the excerpt here for anyone who doesn't have it in their copy of Date with an Alpha.
His Captive Bride Excerpt
"I…um…" The clerk looks around with wide, frightened eyes as if looking for someone to save him from my boss.
"She's using his credit card. Can you at least tell us the last place in the resort where she charged it?" I ask before Dane's head explodes. She's using her brother's card, but whatever. Dane has been fucked up in love with Sienna Davis sent I started working as his Head of Security two years ago. When it comes to her, he isn't rational.
Which is, I'm guessing, why she ran off to Vegas in the first place. Instead of claiming the little blonde like he should have done years ago, he put a ring on some other woman's finger. Olivia was a sweet girl, but she and Dane weren't in love or anything remotely close to it. Thank fucking God he came to his senses before he married her. But I'm not so sure little Sienna is going to see it that way, though. She's looked at my boss with stars in her eyes since I met her.
I think the only people who don't know how they feel about each other are the two of them, and Sienna's brother, Grant. Dane doesn't want to fuck up his relationship with Grant by claiming his baby sister. It's not my fucking business, but goddamn. Watching the two of them dance around each other is enough to stress me the fuck out.
When you've lived the kind of life I have, and have seen the shit I've seen, things become real simple. There are some things in life you fight for: love, freedom, and honor. Everything else is just bullshit and background noise, lies we feed ourselves to make ourselves feel better. If Dane doesn't pull his head out of his ass soon, he's going to lose that girl for good.
Life is too fucking short and lonely to let love slip through your fingers. If I'm ever fortunate to find a girl who looks at me like Sienna looks at him, you bet your ass I'm keeping her. I'll fight anyone who tries to take her from me. And I don't ever lose.
"Y-yes, sir," the clerk says, shooting me a grateful smile. I'm not trying to save his life though. I'm trying to keep my boss out of jail.
He growls beside me but settles while the kids queries the casino's system.
I drum my fingers on the desk, ready to get this shit over with so we can get the hell out of Vegas. I spent most of my life in the military, in places as close to hell as you can get while still on earth. Crowds bug me. There are too many unknowns, too many risks. I don't get paid the big bucks to take risks. I get paid to eliminate them.
Working for a billionaire has its perks. He pays me well to keep him and his people safe. As far as I'm concerned, my job is fucking great. Or it will be once we get the fuck out of Vegas. Thank God we don't come here often. Tennessee is more my speed.
Fewer people, less bullshit.
"The card was charged half an hour ago in the VIP Lounge," the clerk says.
Dane takes off in that direction.
"Thanks." I toss a fifty on the counter for the kid's trouble, and then follow after Dane. If Sienna's with some other man at that bar, he's liable to lose his mind completely. He's been a snarling beast since Grant told him that she ran off. Not that I blame him. Vegas is the last place a girl like Sienna needs to be, especially alone.
I catch up to him as his boots hit the casino floor.
"I'm going to spank her ass," he mutters, but I don't think he's talking to me.
If he'd handle the situation, she wouldn't have run off, but I keep my opinion to myself, instead using my body to cut a path through the throng on the casino floor. Most people move out of our way without a word. The few who object quickly shut the fuck up once they see the two of us. Being a big, scary motherfucker has its advantages. Not many are willing to fuck with you when you're six-seven and three hundred pounds. Dane isn't much smaller than I am.
A bottle blonde steps into our path when we're halfway across the casino floor. Her eyes rake up and down my body. I don't miss the way she licks her lips, but I do ignore it. I'm not interested in her. Hell, I'm not interested in much these days. I can't remember the last time I got my dick wet.
He seems to have taken a permanent hiatus.
She huffs like she's insulted when I step around her.
I chuckle, shaking my head. I've been called worse. Probably will be again before they lower me into the ground.
We hit a break in the crowd as the VIP Lounge comes into sight.
Sienna is on top of the bar with a sexy little redhead, swaying back and forth to the music and giggling. A crowd of horny motherfuckers have surrounded the bar, cheering them on while the bartender tries to get them down.
I damn near trip when I catch sight of the redhead dancing beside Sienna. Sophie McGuire is tiny, with curves sharp enough to topple empires. I've only seen her from a distance before, but mother of God, the shit I want to do to her is illegal in half of the world.
Jesus fuck. She's gorgeous. Her red hair is loose, the wavy strands damn near reaching her lower back. Her tiny dress barely covers her. A pair of juicy tits practically spill out the top. The scrap of fabric ends a few inches below her ass, leaving her thick thighs on display.
My dick reacts to the sight of her, standing straight up and begging for attention.
Well, fuck. I guess he's back in action and declaring his allegiance. Not that I blame him.
"I'm going to spank her ass," Dane growls again. He takes off in that direction, growling like he's two seconds from losing his shit.
I hurry after him, my cock leaking as Sophie rolls her hips and shimmies to the beat of the music, her head thrown back, and her eyes closed. My heart pounds, lust and something else…something bigger…slamming into me like a wall. Every nerve ending in my body fires at once, screaming for me to claim her before anyone else touches her.
"Jesus H. Christ," I breathe, shaking my head like that's going to clear it.
"Do not fucking look at her," Dane snarls, murder in his tone.
Don't look at her? I can't take my fucking eyes off her.
I am so fucked.
So is she.
Just as soon as I get her sexy ass down and back to my room.