posted on October 17, 2014 by Cynthia Cooke

A Bet to Win

Have you ever been on a blind date? Have you ever gone out with a guy so gorgeous you couldn’t form words? A guy that made you want to run for the hills, because you knew you were way over your head? That’s what happened to Jaclyn. Not an expert dater by any means, she knew the second six feet of tall dark and beautiful walked through the door that she was doomed. She started back peddling, fast. But this hunk of magic wasn’t about to let her escape. He couldn’t. He had a bet to win, and Derek Wescott doesn’t like to lose.

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A paranormal category romance from Entangled’s Covet imprint…

His wicked games…

The Prince of Hell needs to get laid. Well, according to his minions, anyway. Now Derek Wescott, ruler of the Eighth Level of Hell, has been set up on an online date. And worse still, his minions are placing bets that Derek won’t be able to entice the sweet yet plain Jaclyn Reynolds into bed before midnight. But Derek has no intention of losing the bet. Not now. Not ever.

Jaclyn, on the other hand, is in danger of losing everything. The charity she runs is in trouble, and she is desperate for cash. The moment she sees her absolutely gorgeous—and insanely wealthy—date, she knows she’s in way over her head. She also knows his type all too well, and it will be a cold day in Hell before she ever gets into his bed. Yet Derek offers her a friendly wager: he’ll give $10,000 to her charity if she can resist him.

The wagers have been set. The game has begun. And Derek will do just about anything to ensure that Jaclyn is completely—and infernally—his

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“Afraid?” he challenged.

“Of you? Hardly. It’s just that you are exactly the type of person I don’t like talking to at those things.”

“Not even for a donation to your little foundation?”

She stiffened, her mouth drawing down. Ah, he’d hit a nerve. “Could you be any more condescending?”

“Look, you’re the one who said you needed donations. I’m offering to make one. All you have to do is show up, look pretty, and smile. I know that’s a lot to ask.”

Her eyes flashed fire. “Stop.”


“Talking or I might just kill you.”

“Are you too afraid to spend an evening with me?” He threw down the gauntlet. “Am I just too handsome for you?”

Her mouth opened in outrage.

His annoyance had turned to amusement. This might just be a game worth playing. And then he’d be happy to collect his winnings from Minos and the boys, once he got the little mouse into his bed. Very happy.

“Do my blue eyes make it hard for you to think? To breathe? Is your heart about to pound out of your chest?” he continued, pushing it as far as he could.

“Seriously?” She actually smiled, and when she did her whole face lit up. For a second, a very small second, he forgot how truly annoying the woman was and thought she just might be the most fascinating creature he’d met in a very long time. “I wouldn’t go anywhere with you.”

“I knew you’d say that,” he quipped before she could walk away. “You would have a very difficult time walking into my world.” That was putting it mildly.

 Her eyes narrowed. “And why’s that?”

“Because you don’t have the courage. You might as well throw in the towel on your little homeless foundation right now.”

“How dare you?” she sputtered.

“How dare I? I just offered you an opportunity to mingle with Miami’s ultra rich, who are used to doling out thousands of tax write-off dollars, and you won’t go because, let’s say it together—I’m too handsome.”

“You are insufferable. And you’re not even that handsome.”

She actually stomped her little foot. He couldn’t help grinning. He was getting to her. He could smell it; hell, he could taste it. And boy did it taste sweet. “You know, you are just as superficial as you believe I am,” he continued.

“Oh, you think I’m superficial? I bet you drove here in a big black Hummer. That’s the kind of self-indulgent jerk you are.”

He looked behind her at the black Hummer parked halfway down the street, blinked, and with a quick flick of his hand it immediately changed into his long black Mercedes Benz. He turned back to her. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a bet.”

“A bet?”

“Yes. You go with me to this ball Friday night, and I bet you will be in my bed by midnight.”

“Are you kidding me?” She laughed. She actually laughed and he realized he liked the sound of it. Though why, he couldn’t fathom.

“I’ll even raise the stakes. You spend the night with me without ending up in my bed, and I’ll throw in $10,000 for your shelter.”

She swept a trembling hand through her hair, forgetting that it was pinned back and allowing more wild curls to fall loose.  He was tempted to reach behind her, pull out the clip, and let it all flow free.

“Is it a deal?” he pressed, knowing by the way her tongue wet her lips as she stared up at him that there was no way he could lose. The temptation was too great to resist.

“I can’t believe you’re actually offering to pay $10,000 for a date.”

“I can’t believe you’re not willing to accept it,” he countered.

“Don’t worry. You’ll never get me in your bed. Not that night, not ever. Not for any amount of money.”

He laughed. “Now that I’d consider a personal challenge.”

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