Daring Her Love

By: Melissa Foster

It was such a pleasure to work with Liz Berry and MJ Rose, two talented women who inspire me on a daily basis. I’m proud to be part of the 1001 Dark Nights team, and I hope my readers love the rest of the authors as much as I enjoy reading them. If you enjoyed reading about Eric and Kat, I hope you’ll check out Hugh and Brianna’s story, along with the rest of the mouthwatering Bradens and Love in Bloom family.

Writing a book is never a solo operation. I’d like to thank Brandi Bradley Glover for offering up her husband’s name. I hope I did him justice. I’m indebted to my fabulous Filthy Fosterette Street Team, and all the wonderful readers and friends who follow me on social media and reach out via email. Keep your notes coming! I love hearing from you, and often take inspiration from stories you graciously share.

Many thanks to my amazing editorial team, Kristen Weber and Penina Lopez, and my meticulous proofreaders, Marlene Engle, Juliette Hill, Lynn Mullan, and Jenna Bagnini.

Not a day goes by that I’m not thankful for my own hunky hero and research partner, Les. Love you more than chocolate cupcakes, babe. Here’s to real-life romance!

Dear Readers,

In DARING HER LOVE you’ll meet Eric James and Kat Martin, along with a few of our hot, wealthy, and wickedly naughty Bradens. The Bradens are just one of the families in my award-winning contemporary romance series, Love in Bloom. The Love in Bloom family includes several subseries: Snow Sisters, The Bradens, The Remingtons, Seaside Summers, and The Ryders. For a checklist, family tree, and publication schedule, please visit my website www.MelissaFoster.com and be sure to sign up for my newsletter so you never miss a release. www.MelissaFoster.com/Newsletter.

Happy reading!


Chapter One

It was his eyes. Definitely his eyes. They were the type of eyes that said things Kat Martin had spent a lifetime spotting—and the last year avoiding—at Old Town Tavern, the bar where she worked in Richmond, Virginia. She could spot a player a mile away, from the expensive suit to the open-necked dress shirt, showing just enough skin and a smattering of chest hair to make a girl’s insides quiver. And boy did this man show it well. Her insides were doing some kind of crazy sex-me-up dance. Even from across the crowded airport bar, the intensity of the insanely sexy man’s seductive gaze beckoned her, goading her into doing naughty things she had no business doing at this point in her life.

Kat had spent enough years sowing her wild oats. Ever since her best friend, Brianna, had been swept off her feet by professional race car driver Hugh Braden, Kat had longed for more. Watching her friend fall blissfully in love with a man who treated Bree and her daughter, Layla, like they were the very heart and soul of his being, Kat had become pickier about men and the treatment she’d accept. And she had to admit, she was a little lonelier because of it. Finding a tough alpha male who was also loving, monogamous, and romantic was like searching for a tick in the woods.

Oh boy. Mr. Fuck Me Eyes was on the move, and holy hell, this man didn’t move; he prowled. Slow, determined steps, clearly meant to amp up Kat’s pulse—Damn, you do it so well—were intensified by eyes radiating power, sex, and sinful promises. Promises that a year ago Kat would have been aching to explore, but now she was looking for Mr. Right, not Mr. Goodbar.

Sweet Jesus, he had that tousled, just-been-fucked hair thing going on, too, and the perfect amount of scruff covering a not-quite-chiseled chin, which, unfairly, only made him hotter. And his mouth. Well, fuck me sideways. Kat had a thing for mouths and all the pleasures they could give. This guy had two sweet bows over a full lower lip, the kind she’d love to sink her teeth into. She hadn’t had these types of thoughts about a guy in so long that she had to wonder what she’d done to deserve this temptation. She’d already missed her flight because of a storm. Did she really need to spend her evening fending off Adonis himself? He probably had an anaconda in his pants, too. Wouldn’t that just top it all off?

He placed a hand on the back of her chair, and the temperature in the room spiked. Lowering himself to the seat beside her and smelling like heaven on legs, he looked at her like he’d already staked his claim. Kat knew guys like him were about notches on belts and conquering prey, and she was done being prey. She was looking for a bird who would stay in the nest, not a cuckoo flying over it.

She chanced a glance at him, instantly regretting it. His features were well defined and disarmingly youthful, like he’d grown into a man but the rebellious teenager in him refused to completely grow up. A trait Kat knew and loved so much, it caused her mouth to go dry.

He motioned to the bartender. “Bourbon sour, please.”

The drink of bad boys. “Of course.” Shit. She didn’t mean to say it out loud, and from the way his lips quirked up, he obviously knew exactly why she did. She tried to ignore the musky scent permeating her senses, tipped her head back, and gulped down her martini. That’d calm her nerves.

The bartender placed his drink before him.

“Thank you. Can you please get this beautiful lady another of whatever she’s having, too? It seems I’ve driven her to drink by ordering a bourbon sour.” His eyes narrowed just a hair and filled with wickedness that revealed his true cocky colors, and hell if it didn’t turn her on even more.