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Nashville Fling (A Naughty in Nashville Novella): Naughty in Nashville
Nashville Fling (A Naughty in Nashville Novella): Naughty in Nashville
Nashville Fling (A Naughty in Nashville Novella): Naughty in Nashville
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Nashville Fling (A Naughty in Nashville Novella): Naughty in Nashville

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When Emily Kingston wins a date with country music hunk Bo Branson from a Nashville radio station, she knows it's meant to be. But when she and her sister, Sarah, arrive in Nashville for the big weekend, it doesn't quite work out as she planned. The date isn't really a date--it's an extended meet-and-greet for four: Bo, Emily, Sarah and Sean, the cute but annoying promotions guy from the radio station. To make matters worse, Bo only has eyes for Sarah, when Emily is the one he's supposed to be wining and dining! Emily enlists Sean to help her win Bo's attention, but Sean has a secret crush of his own.

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Release dateApr 24, 2015
ISBN9781513073842
Nashville Fling (A Naughty in Nashville Novella): Naughty in Nashville

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    Nashville Fling (A Naughty in Nashville Novella) - Bethany Michaels

    Chapter One

    I hope you didn't pack any academic journals in that bag, Emily Kingston said, eying her sister Sarah's messenger bag. Because we are here to party.

    Only a few, Sarah replied sheepishly. I want to hit the ground running. I’ll be the new girl since most of the other PhD candidates will have gotten their Master’s at Princeton and already know all the professors.

    Emily took her dress out of her suitcase and hung it up in the hotel's small closet. You didn't have to change schools. I mean you liked it at Northwestern. Why should you have to be the one to transfer just because Charles is a cheating, lying asshole?

    Asshole, yes. Cheater I'm not so sure about.

    Emily smoothed the wrinkles out of her dress, a sexy little black number she’d picked out just for Bo Branson, and closed the closet door. Oh, please. No one attends a week-long conference and shares a room with the department secretary unless he’s banging her. At least he could have cheated with someone who wasn't such a cliché.

    Seeing the pain Sarah had gone through with the break-up only convinced Emily more than ever that relationships were a bad idea. Dating, fine. No strings sex, even better. But to be tied to one guy forever? No way. Emily had too much fun meeting new people, traveling and experiencing life to tie herself down. Now a guy who might like to tie her down in the bedroom? That was interesting.

    Sarah had always been the serious one and commitment came naturally to her. She’d committed to staying in school until she finished her PhD, committed to Charles for the years they were at Northwestern together and even committed to a four-year cell phone contract. Sarah was the one who planned everything. On paper. Number one, finish her degree. Two, snag a good job. Three, get married. Four, buy a house in the suburbs. Five, pop out a couple of kids. Six, blah, blah, blah. Sarah didn’t have a spontaneous bone in her body. Emily seemed to have gotten all those bones.

    But that was exactly the reason Emily had practically forced Sarah to drop what she was doing and be her plus-one when Emily had learned she’d won the radio station contest—an all expenses paid weekend trip to Nashville, a Bo Branson concert, and the best part, a date with the country music star after the show.

    Well, that's behind me now, Sarah said, forcing a smile. Onward and upward, right?

    Exactly. We are going to party our asses off this weekend before you head back to the academic grind. Maybe you'll find a cute hook-up to take your mind off the Asshole.

    One-nighters aren't exactly my style, Sarah said, putting her prim white cotton panties in the dresser drawer, followed by her white cotton socks and her bras, also cotton and also white.

    Which is exactly why you need to do it. Try something new. Break out of your boring little shell. You are going to be stuck in some stuffy library for at least a couple years from here on out. Now is the time to let loose and have some fun!

    Sarah sighed heavily and sat down on the bed. Maybe you're right. I have been in a rut lately.

    Great! Let's start with this, Emily said, pulling Sarah's plain Jane underwear out of the drawer.

    What's wrong with my panties?

    Nothing if you're an 87-year-old nun. She tossed them in the garbage can by the desk.

    Let's go. We have enough time to do a little shopping before we have to get ready for the concert.

    *****

    Emily could really get used to five-star treatment, she decided, as they were ushered to front-row seating at the Ryman a few hours later. The famous stage was right there in front of her, although it looked different with the drum kit and amps as a backdrop, rather than the famous red barn used during the Grand ol’ Opry shows. Even though Emily was a born and bred Northerner, she’d always loved country music. To be here in person was a dream come true.

    The place wasn’t huge and Emily liked the intimate feel of it. All the wood and brick was nice, too. It was classic old-school architecture. She even liked the church pew seating, though wearing lacy g- string panties and a short black mini-dress made her feel like anything

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