Sep 6 2017 11:19am

Sarah Mayberry, Sarina Bowen Excerpt: Temporary

Sarah Mayberry and Sarina Bowen

Temporary by Sarah Mayberry, Sarina Bowen

The most beautiful man she’s ever seen is the same one who can ruin everything.

The first time Grace Kerrington meets Callan Walker she's bowled over by his hotness - and his massive sense of entitlement. She can't believe she's going to have to deal with his smug commentary (in that sexy Australian accent) on a daily basis, all while trying to convince his ball-busting mother to give her a permanent job.

All Callan sees when he looks at Grace is yet another raptor-in-a-suit, wanting to climb the corporate ladder. Sure, she’s sexy, but he has bigger cattle to wrangle - like ensuring his recently deceased uncle’s final wishes are honored.

Grace needs this job—she’s all that stands between her little sister and social services. But Callan is a master player — and a master flirt. She was never supposed to succumb to his charm. But there’s a fine line between locking horns and locking other body parts.

She cannot fall for him. The game he’s playing with his estranged family is dangerous and dirty. Any idiot can see what’s happening between them can only ever be temporary. But Grace’s heart didn’t get the memo…

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“You’ve left a lot of messages,” I reminded him. 

“Yeah, I know. We’ll get there.”

It was stupid, but I felt a warm wash of pleasure at his use of the plural pronoun. 

He sat back in his chair, one leg stretched out in front of him. “You give good phone, O’Malley,” he said, his gaze warm on me. 

“Me? You’re the LeBron of phone. I swear, the way you work that thing…” I shook my head slowly. “Your mouth should be registered as a dangerous weapon.”

A slow smile curved his lips. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, rolling my eyes. It was too late, though—I was already remembering the way he’d worshipped my breasts with his dangerous mouth. Among other things. 

“Neither did I,” he said, eyes wide with faux-innocence. 

Refusing to be drawn into flirtation, I asked the question that had been burning in the back of my brain for the last two hours. 

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” 

He shrugged a shoulder negligently. “Not on this scale. But I help out occasionally, if I can.”

I knew him well enough by now to guess he was bullshitting me again. “I thought you were supposed to be a party-loving playboy?” 


“One of these things is not like the other,” I pointed out. 

He shrugged again, then glanced down at the desk. It took me a moment to recognize the expression on his face as shyness. 

Callan Walker was embarrassed because I was recognizing his philanthropy. 

That was when I realized I was in big, big trouble. 

“How many charities have you ‘helped out’?” I asked, acting on a hunch. 

“I don’t know. Jack has hooked me up with a few. I stumbled over a couple of causes on my own…” He looked genuinely uncomfortable now. 

“Let me guess how this works,” I said, putting the pieces together. “You go to parties with your rich friends, and you shoot the shit with them, then you charm them into digging into their deep pockets and supporting a good cause.”

He shrugged again. “It’s not as calculated as that.”

“You’re a fraud,” I said. 

He looked startled. 

“You walk around in your designer clothes with your perfect tan. You act as though you don’t have a care in the world. You call yourself the black sheep of the family. You let your mother and sister think you spend your days lying around on yachts. And it’s all a front, isn’t it?” 

He frowned. “I spend plenty of time on yachts, O’Malley. Don’t go turning me into Mother Teresa because I made a few phone calls.”

Jesus, now he was being modest and humble. How on earth was I supposed to resist that? It had been bad enough when I thought he was feckless and too charming for his own good, but now I knew there was substance beneath all that masculine beauty… 


I’d just watched this man—this beautiful, sexy, humble man—pace and cajole and charm hundreds of thousands of dollars from his peers for a great cause. Two hours of watching his big, hard body walk back and forth. Two hours of hearing his laughter and clever wit.

Two hours of truly torturous foreplay. 

I was officially done. 

I stood and reached for the button on my suit jacket. Callan’s eyes followed the movement as I flicked it open. Holding his gaze, I slipped it off my shoulders. Dropping it onto the chair behind me, I reached for the top button on my shirt and pushed it free. Callan’s gaze sharpened as I went after the next button. 

“What’s going on, Grace?”

“What do you think is going on?”

“I’m really, really hoping you’re taking your blouse off for me,” he said. 

My shirt parted as I loosened the last button, and I let the silk slide down my arms. 

“Good guess,” I said, reaching for the zip at the small of my back. 

The lining hissed against my stay-up stockings as my skirt slid to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my peep-toe heels, stockings, and underwear.

“Fuck me,” Callan breathed as I walked around the desk toward him. 

“I don’t see any other men here,” I said. 

The way he was looking at me gave me the confidence to place a hand on his shoulder for balance before straddling his lap. I could feel his cock beneath my backside, hard and hot, and everything inside me tightened with anticipation as I wriggled closer.

“If I’d known philanthropy turned you on this much, I would have told you about it a long time ago,” he murmured, his hands sliding up my thighs to my waist. His pupils were dilated with desire, and a pulse was visible at his neck. 

“No, you wouldn’t,” I said. 

Copyright © 2017 by Sarah Mayberry, Sarina Bowen.
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Sarina Bowen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She lives in Vermont's Green Mountains with her family, six chickens and too much ski gear and hockey equipment.

I grew up in Melbourne, Australia. I’ve pretty much always wanted to be a writer. In pre-school I was always rifling through the craft cupboard, looking for paper to take home and turn into “books”. And I’ve always loved reading. As a teenager, I perfected the art of walking home from school while reading at the same time. (Okay, occasionally I tripped.)

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1. Kareni
I was already anticipating this book before I read the excerpt! Thank you, Sarah and Sarina.
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2. HeatherWaters
Big, big fan of Sarina's and Sarah's books, so can't wait to read this collaboration!
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