Release Day Launch
by Kat and Stone Bastion
It’s here! No Weddings by Kat Bastion and Stone Bastion is live!
Award-winning author Kat Bastion teams with her husband, Stone Bastion, in this first book in the No Weddings Series about Cade Michaelson, a successful man with his sights set on a new venture in business, and Hannah Martin, the woman who makes it personal.
I think I have my act together as a successful bar owner, my master’s degree within reach, and a list of no-strings-attached women warming my bed. Turns out, I don’t.
Hannah believes she has safeguarded her wounded heart by shunning men and focusing on her new baking business. The thing is, she hasn’t.
When my three sisters and I form an event-planning business with Hannah as our baker, I have no idea how my life is about to change. As Hannah and I work closely together, the attraction between us becomes irresistible. And complicated. I’ve promised my sisters I wouldn’t mix business with pleasure. But I’ve never been one to follow the rules.
Release Day Launch Excerpt
Please enjoy a sexy kitchen encounter between Cade and Hannah…
Her eyes narrowed for a split second as she pulled out a large pan with two hands. “This is not even close to a date. What would you suggest instead, a notepad and pen?”
I leaned a hip on the far counter, watching her light the stove and drop a large tablespoon of solidified coconut oil into the pan. “Would you be wearing those sexy librarian glasses?”
She raised her brows. “You think my glasses are sexy?”
Leaning up on her tiptoes, she reached for and pulled down a glass container full of popcorn kernels from a cabinet beside the stove. A few hundred kernels pinged into the pan before she replaced the lid. With both hands, she lifted the pan a few inches above the gas burner and gave it a good shake before resting it back down.
The response to her question demanded her full attention, so I waited. She turned, leaning back on her counter edge. We faced each other, her island between us. The few feet may as well have been inches with the way the air was charged between us.
I gave her a heated stare.
Her breath caught, her chest expanding.
Which caused my cock to twitch. I began to feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
“You are sexy.” I held her gaze captive. “Therefore, anything you wear becomes sexy.”
She smirked. The power she knew she had over me emboldened her. “Even my apron?”
I inhaled, remembering that ruffled apron, her thin T-shirt and short shorts hiding underneath. “Sexy as fuck.”
A kernel popped.
She swallowed. “‘As fuck?’”
I nodded. “Doesn’t get any sexier than that.”
A slight tilt of her head, and Hannah began to play. “What if I wore a potato sack?”
I snorted. “Do you own a potato sack?”
She crossed her arms, shaking her head.
My eyes were drawn down to that tempting cleavage. I took my sweet time dropping my gaze down her body, imagining her in a potato sack.
Pops sounded out. One after another. Faster and faster, like my pulse going out of control. Hannah began shallow breathing under the intensity of my stare.
“I would love to see you in a potato sack. Just like I’d love to see you in lingerie. To me, they’re both the same.”
She laughed, then turned quickly, grabbing the heavy pan with both hands and giving it another hard shake. When she turned around again, she resumed her stance in the same place, back to the counter.
This was another dance—a different location, a more enticing rhythm, but a dance all the same. Two partners circled each other, deciding how long to draw out the beginning steps before pulling each other even closer.
“How can they both be the same? You’d find me equally sexy in either?”
A deep inhale was the only thing I could do to clear my mind, keep me sane. That, and the white-knuckled grip I had on the edge of her counter, holding me immobile, keeping me from launching at her and showing her just how sexy I found her.
I tilted my face down, holding her gaze beneath my lowered brows. “Hannah, you have no idea. Whatever you think you do to me, magnify it. I don’t see you in anything. I just see you. And if you’re ever brave enough to wear a potato sack for me, wear nothing else underneath.”
The popping slowed. Her attention was needed at the stove at that critical point.
She didn’t move. “Why?”