Title: Dirty Princes: A Standalone MMF Romantic Comedy
Author: Jo Raven
Genre: Menage Romance
Cover Designer: RBA Designs | Romantic Book Affairs
Once upon a time, there lived a princess called Brylee who had a cat and a steady job and her eye on a handsome prince.
But Prince Ryan refused to put out. So she baked cookies and buttered muffins, without any double meaning whatsoever, and saved her cherry for her prince.
Who was being difficult and not following the damn script.
Then Riddick walked through the door and ate her cookie.
Literally, okay? It was a good cookie, too, with chocolate chip.
Riddick is drop-dead gorgeous, but not a prince. Regardless, Brylee can’t fight that burning attraction.
Even when Ryan does a turn-about and starts showing interest in her, after all this time.
This isn’t how things were supposed to happen. She was supposed to get a prince, not get caught between a hot prince and a hunky pauper.
Especially not when said prince and pauper can’t stand each other.
Brylee isn’t above letting two men fight for her. That’s the essence of a good fairytale, right? A fight, a winner, a grand wedding and a happily ever after.
It’s fine. After all, she doesn’t want them both.
At the same time. In her bed. Like, ever.
With a wink at Simone, I get up from my rowing machine and grab my towel, then make my way toward him.
This is a huge gym, new, the machines gleaming, the people dressed in trendy exercise clothes, their MP3 players flashing as they move. Strong, lithe bodies, with barely any hint of sweat.
Self-consciously I adjust my top. It’s like everyone passed an exam to enter. It makes me wonder how Simone and I made the cut.
Not that I don’t take care of my body. I sure do, and I even drag my best friend Candy along when she’s not too busy having wild sex with her two boyfriends.
Two. Boyfriends. Did you catch that?
Total overkill if you ask me. And still no idea how she did it. I’ve been trying to get one guy—Ryan—for the past year, one—and still no dice.
It doesn’t matter. It will be worth it in the end. Not everyone gets their soulmate on the first try.
Or the hundredth, for that matter. Hundred-and-twenty-fifth to be precise. Hey, it’s a good number. These things take work.
And I do work it as I approach Ryan, as Simone advised me to do after watching Pretty Woman, swinging my hips and lifting my chin, letting my ponytail swish against my back.
He’s getting ready to start, draping his manly black towel on the seat of a rowing machine and… whoa.
Red alert. His T-shirt molds to an impressively sculpted chest and set of shoulders, his corded arms in full display, a picture straight out of Men’s Health magazine.
But of course I shouldn’t be shocked. I chose him. He’s everything a man should be. He just has to see I am the girl for him.
That’s why he’s single. He’s been waiting for me all along.
Jo Raven never lets you down with her new books and she does it again with Dirty Princes! Brylee has this perfect idea of how her future is going to turn out, if only she could get her prince to notice her. Ryan has been her crush for so long, but she continues to find herself being turned down by him. Then comes Riddick, her best friend's boyfriend's cousin, and she is drawn to him even if she tries to deny it because she thinks she is supposed to end up with Ryan. Now comes her plan to get Ryan to notice her, although at first it doesn't seem to be going well. A "chance" meeting between Ryan and Riddick brings an attraction to each other as well as their attraction to Brylee(even if Ryan tries to fight it). These three can light up the pages and still tug at your heart when Ryan keeps trying to push the other two away. When the whole truth is revealed the three will grow closer than they ever imagined. While Brylee thought she was to end up with her Prince Charming she finds that her dirty princes are even better than what she thought she wanted. I couldn't put this book down from the first page until the end. Thank you Jo Raven for these amazing characters you continue to bring to life in your books!
Jo Raven is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for her series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. She writes edgy, contemporary New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. She writes about MME fighters and tattoo artists, dark pasts that bleed into the present, loyalty and raw emotion. Add to that breathtaking suspense, super-hot sex scenes and a happy ending, and you have a Jo Raven® story.
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Title: Confessions of a Carpool Captive
Author: Dawn L. Chiletz
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release: March 24, 2017
My name is Liz Foley. I love my accounting job because I’d rather deal with numbers than talk to people.
My best traits:
I have (RBF) Resting Bitch Face.
I give snarky come-backs.
I have no friends.
My worst traits:
I speak in run-on sentences when I get nervous.
I’m attracted to assholes.
Enter Finnigan Walsh – the new guy at work.
His best traits:
He’s kind of hot, I suppose.
He has a working car.
He sings to me and brings me coffee.
Nothing ever gets to him, even when I add more people to our carpool.
His worst traits:
I don’t like him. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
After all, it’s not about how fast you get there. It’s the journey. Right?
Damn this carpool.
You’d better buckle up.
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Dawn L. Chiletz is the author of The Contest, Waiting to Lose, Enough, Can't You See, and The Fabulist. She currently resides in Illinois with her husband, two boys, and three dogs. In the summer of 2014, armed with a dream from the night before, she sat at her kitchen table while her boys played on their computers and began the first words of “The Contest.” She’s been writing and drinking large amounts of coffee ever since.
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Author: Gisele St. Claire
Genre: Menage Romance
Everything changes for Realtor, Tiffany, with an anonymous email to her business account where the sender describes what he’d like to do to her in vivid detail.
Then she meets him at a viewing – H, owner of Club S, where patrons bid for the stage. Soon the email is being lived out in the flesh. After, H asks her the question,
“Have you ever had two men at once?” Tiffany leaves. With no further contact, Tiffany begins dating neighbour Brandon, but she can’t get thoughts of H and threesomes out of her mind, especially after she visits the club and sees one up close.
She wonders if Brandon is going to be enough for her, until a shock encounter means she doesn’t have to wonder any more...
Warning: If thoughts of two men at once are too much for your heart, better to leave
this one alone. Other than that come join us...18+ erotic romance
If you're into quick, hot and sexy erotica romance with a twist then you've found the right gal!
I love staying up late and watching my characters come to life on paper.
Title: Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale
Author: Hayley Faiman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release: March 23, 2017
A Complete Standalone
The only thing royal about Caitriona Geneva Grace is the blue of her beat-up sedan. While luxury and vanity are terms she could use to describe her everyday life, they're not words she lives by. Rather, they're words that keep her fed—barely. As a receptionist at a medical spa, her life is far from glamorous, but she gets by. For Cait, anything beats the life she left behind when she said goodbye to her small town after high school.
His highness, Prince Henrik Stuart, is a slave to his royal status. Bound by duty and controlled by the crown, he fears a future chained to a woman of good breeding--a match not made in love. While known as the foolhardy prince, the thought of settling down isn't what troubles him. Rather, if he could find a woman who cared nothing of his title, he would give her the world.
When a weekend trip leads to a chance meeting, both Caitriona and Henrik feel a spark between them unlike any they've experienced before. To each, the other is too good to be true, but one night of fun cannot be denied.
When she said 'yes' to the handsome, green-eyed stranger, Caitriona didn't know that she was stepping into her very own fairytale.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...except when it's legally binding.
*Recommended for readers 18+ due to Sexual Content and Language.
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32 years young... born and raised in California, did a stint in Oregon only to return to the Golden State. Lived that life a while until the Lone Star State called to us, Hill Country, Texas is where we call home, where our boots rest and loving that country life. Living the life with one bearded power pole climbing husband, two little boys that are full of energy and drive us crazy plus a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime
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Title: Men of the House (A MMF Romance)
Author: Abby Angel, Alexis Angel
I never hold back. Unless I'm about to pull out.
Sure, I used to get along with Colt when I married his mother. But when she passed away it started a rocky relationship for us. Then I got married again.
That's when a little brat entered the picture.
Walking around the house in clothes too small for her.
Making us both have forbidden thoughts.
We'll have her separately. But can she handle us together?
There's a lot of forces trying to make sure that we fail. But through it all, there's a tantalizing possibility that comes into the picture.
It might change our lives forever.
If it doesn't tear us apart first.
Come raise your temperature with this exciting new dark ménage romance - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers, but it's a scorcher with super-steamy scenes of MF, MM, MFM and MMF. Happily Ever After? You know it.
**Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffhanger. HEA? You know it, babe.**
Abby Angel is actually two dirty angels who got together to write some filthy words.
Lana Hartley, when she isn't writing Abby Angel, writes dark romance under her own pen name as well as contributes to Dark Angel.
Alexis Angel, writes erotic contemporary romance under a variety of names - she's forgotten them all at this point.
They both write under Naughty Angel publishing and wanted to create a pen name to provide exclusive MMF content!
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Title: Dream Daddy (A Daddy's Best Friend Romance)
Author: Emilia Beaumont
Untouched and unmarked by the world, Lola Ray is the sunshine that I never thought I needed in my life. She’s the perfect petal on a cherry blossom tree aching to be plucked and pillaged.
I long to touch her, to make her mine. To tie her up and fuck her. I know it's wrong... she is after all my best friend's daughter.
But as I look closer, as I start to give in to temptation, I begin to see the scars she's so desperate to hide.
They run deep. Like an abyss she cannot escape. A nightmare that never ends. Scars so raw that I’m not sure she can ever be healed.
However there is one thing that I know has the chance to make her whole again. And I won’t stop until all her dreams come true.
Emilia Beaumont is a full-time writer, originally hailing from England, living in the South of Ireland with her husband and a house full of cats. Surrounded by peaceful emerald fields she always has a pen and notebook to hand ready for when the next saucy idea strikes. Emilia is also an avid comic-book reader, and a wildlife advocate.
Series: Hearts of Stone #2 - can be read as a standalone
Author: Christine Manzari
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2017
For aspiring journalist Harlow Ransom, life is just a well-oiled machine, and if she plans well, all things will go accordingly. And that is exactly why Harlow lives her life by perfectly polished to-do lists that she refuses to stray from—even when she's celebrating her 21st birthday in Sin City.
1. Visit the Boom Boom Blues Lounge
2. See the water show at the Bellagio
Things can't possibly go askew if she crosses things off her list one by one. But after a night of celebrating leads to waking up in bed with a sexy stranger and a ring on her finger, Harlow realizes that in no point in time did she ever have "Get Married" on her trusty to-do list. Yet that's exactly what she did.
Professional snowboarder Trace Stone loves a good challenge—he's all about the win. And this time, he's going to find a way to win over the feisty, meticulous Harlow. The wedding may have been spontaneous and impulsive, but when he said "forever," he meant it. Now, the only thing he wants on Harlow's to-do list is him—from this day forward.
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“This book has everything I need in a romance novel. Steamy hot scenes (hello!) and humor (Couch Cat! Buzz!) are some of what Manzari does best, but what always strikes me are the depth of her characters.” - Author Laura Ward
“I loved this book! The hero is amazing! He's charming, witty, sexy and made me laugh!” - justlovemybooks.com blog
“This book was an epic love story that starts out with both the reader and the characters having absolutely no clue that their lives are about to be flipped around and turned inside out.” - Nerd Girl Official
Dancing. Alcohol. Heat. Lips. Laughter. Flirtatious touches.
Harlow naked in my bed.
I had no idea what time it was, but it was late. She said just one drink. She said there would be no bed in our future. She said she was immune to my charm.
I’d lost count of how many times we’d fucked. All I knew was each time we reached the end, our lips and fingers greedily held on until it started all over again. I knew every inch of her. I’d had my mouth on each spot at least once. I wouldn’t be happy until I’d conquered every fucking inch of her.
I was sore and tired and spent, but in the best goddamn way.
The bed was still in one piece, and that was more surprising than the fact that Harlow was in it. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind if we fucked it into a pile of rubble if it meant that morning never came. I had a feeling when the sun rose, it would all end. She would fade away just like the dancing water at the fountain where I first saw her.
I growled at the thought and worked my fingers into her long curls, for some way to hold on.
Her body was slick underneath me as I pushed up onto my knees, sliding in and out of her. Her limbs were wrapped around mine, holding me close. I could smell the sweet scent of alcohol and sex as I dipped my head to taste her neck. I devoured the tender skin along her throat, my teeth and tongue making her breath catch. Her slim body bucked up against me, and my fingers dug in, trying to tame the wild roll of her hips before she pushed me over the edge too soon. I kissed across her jaw until my mouth found hers and when she kissed me back, it became punishing. She teased her lips against mine, accepting the wild plunge of my tongue, and then pulled away until I was begging for more.
“Faster,” she demanded against my mouth. She dug her fingers into my skin and pulled me flush against her, pushing up into me recklessly. Soon my body was grinding and pounding against hers. Hard into soft. Over and over again. She was under me, but she was riding me, urging me with every tilt of her hips, daring me to go harder. Deeper.
And I was so lost in the sensation. My touch was frantic trying to sear everything about her into my memory.
When I thrust into her, my knees dug into the mattress and the headboard knocked against the wall. She moaned into my mouth with every rock of our bodies and it just made me want to do it again. To hear her beg my name. To feel her grab onto me. To feel her come around me.
I pulled my lips away from hers so I could look down at her. Thick lashes lifted and all I could see was green—the deep emerald of shiny bottle glass, gazing back at me. Burning for me. Her hair was spread in copper tangles across the mattress, the pillows and blankets shoved to the floor hours ago by her wild hands. Her pale skin was flushed pink and shiny with sweat. The fingers of one hand were still fisted in the sheet beneath her, yanking so hard she was pulling it free from the corner of the bed. The other hand was pressed against my ass, both of her legs wrapped around mine to keep me close.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “It’s so good.”’
“I told you I’d make it good for you.”
The thump of the headboard spurred me on.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she panted. “You’re a stranger. I’m never reckless. I’m always in control. I never break rules.”
“Rules are no fun unless they’re broken.”
Her eyes closed. She made a sexy sound in the back of her throat as she ripped the sheet free from the edge of the bed. I ran my hand up her side, cupping her breast before leaning down to take her nipple in my mouth.
“Maybe I should marry you,” she moaned across the top of my head as her hand clutched my hair, holding me to her chest. “Then we could do this every night.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled around the smooth skin of her breast.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
I let go of her hair and reached between us, stroking her. Making her body tremble. She clenched her teeth as if to hold her moans inside, like she could keep the pleasure all to herself.
Fuck that. Those moans belonged to me.
My fingers explored, sliding along the sweet spot where I sunk deep inside her. On the next stroke in, my finger followed, stretching her, filling her more.
Her eyes flew wide open. The wordless shape of her mouth and stuttered gasps were all I needed. She held my gaze as she arched up into me, chasing her release, racing me to the end. Again.
They say you can’t become an addict after just one hit.
One night. One girl. And I could feel it deep in my bones. I was addicted.
What happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas for Harlow Ransom and Trace Stone. When Harlow goes to Vegas to celebrate her 21st birthday with her sisters she ends up at the Bellagio fountain and meets Trace, a guy who makes her say yes when she is used to focusing on her studies. A night of fun and pleasure leaves them both waking up with a band on their ring fingers and sends Harlow running. When Trace is set to return to training for the X-Games 2017 and back on his snowboard he finds himself unable to focus and needing a change of scenery so he heads back east and hunting down his runaway wife. The lengths he will go to to win Harlow over are sweet and perfect. Harlow tries to resist Trace, but there is something about him that keeps her coming back for more. Even when there are misunderstandings these two are meant to be. I loved this book from Christine Manzari.
The first thing Christine does when she's getting ready to read a book is to crack the spine in at least five places. She wholeheartedly believes there is no place as comfy as the pages of a well-worn book. She's addicted to buying books, reading books, and writing books. She even turned her dining room into a library—reading is more important than eating. She also has a weakness for adventure and inappropriate humor. Christine is from Forest Hill, Maryland where she lives with her husband, three kids, and her library of ugly spine books.
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Title: Down in Flames
Series: Silver Tongued Devils Series #1
Author: Samantha Conley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2017
Just when you think you have your life together, a spark ignites with the potential to take everything down in flames.
Kristen Daniels worked hard for her career, and when her dream job came to fruition, a sexy rock star won her heart. But one night changed everything, shattering the perfect life she thought she had, and she begins to doubt everything.
Brett Ingles is on top of the world. His band, the Silver Tongued Devils, is quickly rising to the top, playing sold out shows and topping the charts, and he has a beautiful, smart fiancée to share it all with. Until he makes the mistake that rocks his world.
Derek Calloway is a loyal friend—the one you can depend on. He’s following his dream of playing in a rock band with his best friend, but what happens when he falls in love with the girl who should be off limits? Battling his emotions day in and day out is like a two-ton weight on his shoulders, but is giving in to them worth losing everything—is she worth losing everything?
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I’m just a small-town Texas girl who loves her husband, kids and the Dallas Cowboys. I spend most of my free time, what little there is between work and kids, reading almost anything I can get my hands on. I was inspired to start writing on my last birthday after I attended my first author signing event. On a wing and a prayer (and a swift kick in the ass from my best friend), I wrote my first novel. Now, I am hooked on writing and can’t type fast enough for the voices in my head or my best friend.
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Title: Use Me
Series: A Caldwell Brother Novel
Genre: Sports Romance
Authors: MJ Fields and Chelsea Camaron
Release Date: March 21, 2017
New York Times best selling author, Tatum Longley, is being forced out of her comfort zone. Her publisher needs her to change from hard hitting nonfiction to romance writing.
But first she must find a muse.
Angelo has no desire to form relationships with anyone around him. But when a very persistent Tatum makes him an offer that nearly knocks this six foot five, long haired, tattooed, dangerous looking man, on his ass.
Will he be able to resist the temptation, or will be allow her to use him.
***This is a full length stand alone romance. Although a spinoff book from the Caldwell Brothers Series, it is not necessary to read any other books before this one, but it is recommended.***
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USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.
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USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields write books that scorch pages and melt hearts.
Her style is raw, gritty and authentic.
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Breathe Again (Caldwell Brothers)
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Title: Blame It On the Shame: The Complete Boxset
Author: Ashley Jade
Genre: Dark Romance/Suspense
Release: March 21, 2017
Shame. It wounds us. It damages us.
Or, for the few poor souls out there like me...it defines us.
I'm the son of the devil himself—the most feared mob boss who ever lived.
I was cursed from the moment I took my first breath.
I hate him...and I never wanted to become him.
And I sure as hell never, ever, wanted anything of his.
My name is Ricardo DeLuca. There are two things you need to know about me. The first—is that I'm in love with the girl who belongs to my father. The second—is that it turns out I am my father's son after all.
My name is Lou-Lou, and you probably think I'm a bitch.
You would be right—because I am.
You think you know all there is to know about me because of the man I belong to.
What you don't know—is my past, because I'll never tell you.
What you don't know is my shame.
Because if you did—you'd be worse off than dead.
You'd be broken.
There are two sides to every story...this is ours.
Warning: Due to strong language, some violence, explicit sexual content, and some dark elements, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
Trigger Warning: This series contains elements of emotional, sexual, and physical cruelty. Any readers with sensitivity to the above topics should proceed with caution, and at their own risk.
The series is a spin-off of the full-length, standalone novel Blame It on the Pain.
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I'm a lover of romance, erotica, dark romance, oxford comma's, the em dash, peanut butter on my cookies and anything thought provoking...except for math.
I've always read books growing up and after having a strange dream one night; I decided to just go for it and publish my first series.
Little did I know, I would end up falling head over heels in love with writing and it would own and soothe my soul.
If I'm not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find me listening to music and pondering the meaning of life.
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Blame It on the Shame (part 1) Excerpt:
He backs me into the wall. “I'm giving you one chance, Lou-Lou. One chance to tell me what the hell is going on and why you're really here.”
My heart thumps against my chest. “Fuck you.”
His eyes darken. “Is that your final answer?”
“No.” I give him a sugary sweet smile. “My final answer is—fuck you, asshole.”
I try and get out from under him but he leans into me causing every cell in my body to ignite. “Leave me alone.”
“Not a chance. Tell me why you're going on a date with Tyrone tonight.”
I'm so thrown off by the change of subject I'm not sure how to respond. I decide to be blunt. “I don't owe you any explanations.”
His jaw tics and he positions his hand beside my head. “You might not owe me any explanations but if you think I'm not telling my father about this you've got another thing coming, sweetie.”
I laugh because he thinks he's got one up on me but he couldn't be more wrong. “Go right ahead.” I stare at the bruise forming on his cheek. “Knock yourself out.”
The hand beside my head rattles so hard against the wall I jump. “I fucking knew it,” he says gruffly.
I crinkle my nose. “You don't know anything.”
“I know he's enlisting you to seduce Tyrone and Jackson as a way of getting close to them.”
“You don't know what you're talking about,” I say.
“Cut the shit. You already showed your cards the second I threatened to call him regarding your infidelity and you didn't piss yourself. That's how I knew you were in on it. Just like I know he's using you to spy on me. The only thing I can't figure out is why.”
Shit. Now I really do want to piss myself because if DeLuca finds out that Ricardo knows all this because of me...I'm screwed.
I have no choice but to resort to plan b. I stick out my chest and press myself flush against him.
My breathing hitches when his eyes lock with mine, daring me to make my next move.
I slowly trace my finger along his jaw before running it over his lips. He plants a soft kiss on my finger and I'm transfixed when he parts his mouth and licks the pad of my thumb, inviting me to continue.
The electricity between us kicks up another notch and I slip my thumb past his lips.
That's when he bites me.
It's not hard enough to draw blood but it definitely doesn't tickle.
I pull my hand back and flap it around to take the sting out. “That hurt.”
His lips hover over my ear. “Consider that your warning. Stay away from my friends. Just go back home to the Hamptons where you can be a little mob princess and live off your sugar daddy.”
The sound of my hand slapping his cheek takes both of us by surprise.
“I'm not leaving,” I say.
He rubs his cheek and his jaw works. “You don't have to because once I tell Tyrone that you belong to DeLuca he won't touch you with a 10-foot pole.” He smirks. “And once I tell DeLuca that you fucked up and let me in on the real reason you're here—I'm sure you'll be long gone.”
I smile when the thought hits me. “I think you're forgetting something.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and drag my teeth along the shell of his ear before whispering, “You won't have any friends once I tell them you're DeLuca's son and you've done nothing but lie straight to their faces for the past three years.”
The look he gives me could kill me right where I stand.
I lift my chin and push him off me. “Talk to you later, Ricky.”
The look on his face is priceless when I blow him a kiss and slam the door.
Blame It on the Shame (part 2) Excerpt:
I don't know where he is...but I know he's close. I open my eyes and blink rapidly due to the rain coming down much harder now.
Tingles erupt on my skin and the air thickens when I look ahead and see the outline of him walking. Only he's not walking toward me, he's walking away from me. He must have just left.
When he takes another step, I realize he's not actually walking at all...he's stumbling.
He holds his arm out, bracing himself against the alley wall briefly and I continue to watch him. He waits a beat and attempts to walk again, but stumbles...even worse this time.
I've never seen Ricardo so out of sorts before. Panic jams in my chest with my next thought. Oh, god. What if he's hurt? What if someone attacked him?
And just like that, I'm running as fast as I can to get to him. Since he's less than a block away, I catch up quickly.
His back is turned to me but I reach for his arm as he begins to sway.
His arm twitches and I can feel the chords of his muscles begin to tighten.
Shit, he's going to take a swing. He hates being touched.
"It's just me," I say quickly. "Only me."
"I know it's you." His voice comes out slurred and gruff.
"Are you okay?"
He yanks his arm away. "I'm fine. Leave me the fuck alone. I don't need your help."
I force myself to ignore the sharp sting of his words before slowly backing away from him.
He falls against the alley wall and hangs his head. "Christ, I hate it when Tyrone's right. I'm never drinking again."
"Famous last words," I say before I can stop myself.
Memories of the day we first met and when he said those very same words to me begin to play through my head like a slideshow...
That is until his head snaps up and he shoots me a look so threatening the entire world stops. "Fuck you," he spews.
Blame It on the Shame (part 3) Excerpt:
I take another step forward and peer down at her. “You think I would hurt you?”
She glares at me, pure venom in her eyes. “Yes.”
I won't let her know how much it kills me that she would think that. How much I hate that she has every right to think that...because it's the truth.
Her mouth parts in surprise when I reach down and skim my thumb along her cheek. Before she can protest, I cup her jaw firmly with one hand and trace the delicate line of her neck with my other, pulling her closer.
Her pulse races beneath my fingertips as I continue tugging her until she's pressed against me and can't escape my hold.
My cock twitches so hard against her tight little body—straining to be inside her again, it's almost painful. She looks up at me with hooded eyes when I shift against her, giving her no choice but to feel me, and I can practically taste both her desire and her surrender right fucking then.
I lean down until my lips are ghosting over hers. When her tongue darts out and she licks that lower lip—it takes everything in me not to suck it into my mouth, throw her up against the wall, rip off that trashy outfit she still has on, and take her over and over again in front of everyone...right here, right now.
Instead, I tighten my grip on the back of her neck and look into her eyes. “You're right...I would.”
I let go of her abruptly and she stumbles back, her expression a combination of shocked and pissed the hell off.