Free Accidentally in Love With the Biker (What Happens in Vegas) by Teri Anne Stanley

practice normal-sounding laughs next time she was alone.
    Back Row said, “Pick that one, girlfriend.”
    While she recovered her composure, she pretended to make notes before asking the next set of questions.
    “Bachelor Number One. If we were snowed in together, and the power went out, how would you keep me safe and warm?”
    “I have enough money to burn Benjis to keep warm.”
    “Bachelor Number Two?”
    “My country home is well stocked with firewood, I believe, but if we ran low, I would wield an ax myself, stripping from my waistcoat to reveal my manly muscles if you were chilled. And I would ensure that the servants heated enough water to bathe your chilled skin. I would see to the bathing myself.”
    “Number Three?”
    “Uh…I don’t know. You want to act out something from Beach Party Babes Four ? We could just pretend there was another girl there.”
    Kellie barely heard Bachelor Number Two over her own, and the audience’s, laughter. “My lady, I should like to call this scoundrel out at dawn for daring to speak to you so crudely.”
    “I can have a contract put out,” Bachelor Number One offered.
    “No, that’s okay,” Kellie said. “No duels or mob hits, please.”
    “Sorry, babe, was that too much for you?” Quinn spoke over the catcalls from the audience. “I think burning up the sheets with you would be the best way to keep warm, but if you just want to snuggle , I can do that, too.”
    Kellie heard the barely suppressed laughter in his voice, and the audience’s collective “awwww” quickly drowned it out, but not before her heart gave a little flip. He remembered the hero thing.
    “Okay, final round!” the emcee trilled. “I think this is going to be a close race!”
    Not in Kellie’s world.
    “Okay, Bachelor Number One. Why are you such a good catch, and why are you still single?”
    “Well, my wealth and power are certainly strong assets. I’m the classic alpha male. I know my way around a woman, and I’m not afraid to make her let me please her.”
    Ugh. Nothing like being held down and forced to enjoy something, was there?
    “And as soon as I find the perfect woman, my magic wang will recognize her and be unable to function for anyone else.”
    Kellie snorted. Okay, Bachelor Number One had almost redeemed himself there.
    “Thanks. Bachelor Number Two?”
    “Ah. I’ve spent my life working to make sure my lands and tenants were prosperous while bedding the occasional lonely widow to sate my manly needs, but until recently, planned to allow my younger brother’s children to become my heirs. But alas, he met an untimely demise without reproducing. Now I am the sole living member of my family and if I don’t marry and produce an heir, our name will die out and hundreds of people will be left to suffer at the hands of a cruel, harsh landlord.”
    “Oh. Well.” Here it came. “What about you, Bachelor Number Three? What’s so special about you? ”
    “Hmmm. Well, I can put something exciting between your legs and take you for a nice, long ride anytime you want.”
    If only you lived within riding distance.
    “So why are you still single?”
    “According to my ex-wife, no girl wants to be married to a guy without a real job.”

Chapter Eight
    Well, he’d certainly plopped that divorce bomb out there on the table to smell up the party.
    As the emcee rambled a little about how grateful she was that everyone had come tothe party, and how everyone should make sure they picked up their copy of Romance Hero Mystery Date, a remade version of some old game, Quinn waited in agony for Kellie to choose her bachelor so he could escape.
    “Bachelor Number Three,” she said, coming around the little divider that had been set up to screen her from him and the other two guys, who shook his hand and went back to their tables.
    He stood up, dazed, and he hugged her, and the crowd applauded. Someone handed him a big canvas bag filled with lovely parting gifts.
    “Did you think I