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Billionaire’s Pet

by Ivy Layne Scandals of the Bad Boy Billionaires #1 Publication Date: August 24, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance
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Abigail I was in big trouble. The biggest. Running out of time, I turned to him. Jacob Winters promised he’d solve all my problems. All I had to do was become his pet. With some men, that kind of deal might have been a nightmare. Jacob Winters was a dream come true. I was raised to be a lady, not a man’s plaything. But with Jacob, I almost had it all; pleasure like I’d never known and protection from the danger stalking me. Was it greedy to want more? I had his body, but I wanted his heart. I told myself it was just sex. We were providing each other a mutual service, nothing more. Right? I couldn’t possibly be foolish enough to fall in love with him. Jacob I must have been crazy. I’d wanted Abigail for years, I won’t deny it. But I don’t pursue married women, and her husband was a disaster waiting to happen. Everything about Abigail warned me to steer clear, including the lady herself. Some women might cheat, but not her. Abigail was too noble for her own good. Beautiful and untouchable. Then her husband was murdered and every dark shadow he’d held back came after Abigail at once. She was on the run, and I was the only man who could save her. The best things come to men who wait, and I’d been waiting. Abigail was mine. I didn’t want a girlfriend. I definitely didn’t need a wife. I just wanted her. In my home. In my bed. I was going to own every inch of her elegantly curved body. I’d keep her for as long as I wanted her, and then we’d both walk away. What could possibly go wrong? goodreads-badge-add-38px

About Ivy Layne

Ivy Layne has had her nose stuck in a book since she first learned to decipher the English language. Sometime in her early teens, she stumbled across her first Romance, and the die was cast. Though she pretended to pay attention to her creative writing professors, she dreamed of writing steamy romance instead of literary fiction. These days, she’s neck deep in alpha heroes and the smart, sexy women who love them. Married to her very own alpha hero (who rubs her back after a long day of typing, but also leaves his socks on the floor). Ivy lives in the mountains of North Carolina where she and her other half are having a blast raising two energetic little boys. Aside from her family, Ivy’s greatest loves are coffee and chocolate, preferably together.
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by Bethany-Kris Donati Bloodlines #3 Publication Date: September 6, 2016 Genres: Adult, Mafia Romance, Contemporary, Romance
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Emma Donati Some days, it felt like Emma had just imagined it all. Like maybe everything she had been with Calisto was just a dream. Emma knew it was crazy—it was impossible to forget what she had shared with Calisto Donati. All their love, the stolen moments, their foulness together, and the beauty underneath it all were real. They were real. But he didn’t know. He didn’t know any of it. And little by little, with every day that passed her by, Emma found she was losing those pieces that reminded her they had existed once. Just like the rosary. All too soon, Emma knew … there would be nothing left. Calisto Donati Emma hadn’t given him a choice. Her, not him. Yeah, that’s what Calisto was going to keep telling himself. He refused to feed into the strange curiosity he had about Emma Donati. It had been building from the moment he’d first seen her face after he’d awakened. He wouldn’t admit that for longer than he cared to admit, he thought there was more behind her false smile, polite words, and the distance she put between her and him—that there might be more to them. He couldn’t. Except … he was feeding into it. Calisto just wasn’t sure what it was. But tonight he was going to find out. Whether she wanted to tell him or not. *** The final Bloodlines novel.
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“Please, just wait a moment,” Father Day begged. “Talk to me a little while longer. Let me help you, Calisto.” The priest grabbed Calisto’s arm in an attempt to stop him. It barely fazed him at all when he shrugged the man off and continued storming down the aisle. “You’re too angry, Calisto!” Words were meaningless. Unimportant, even. In his current state—so enraged, confused, and hurting—he didn’t hear them. Calisto didn’t want to. “Don’t you remember the last time you were this angry?” the priest called after him. He did, but it didn’t make a difference. Calisto flew out of the church and into damp air. He cut through the rain, ignoring the splattering droplets falling from the black sky. Maybe he shouldn’t have ignored it. Weren’t black skies omens of sorts? Before long, Calisto was inside his car and driving down the interstate. Toward where, he didn’t know. But driving felt good—damn good. He pressed the pedal harder. He gripped the wheel tighter. Faster, until the engine roared and gears protested on the last shift. Rain blurred the windshield, but Calisto’s focus was far beyond the squiggly lines running down the glass before the wipers swiped them away. There was so much agony in his heart, and something akin to betrayal sewing itself into the very marrow of his bones. Somehow, he just knew … He had done this to himself. His car flew past vehicle after vehicle on the interstate. He couldn’t even find it in himself to give a shit about the speed limit, or that he could feel the car loosing traction under his control. Tires slipped. He hit the pedal harder, and kept the car straight. Driving was his one sense of freedom. Wasn’t that what he said? Wasn’t that what he told— Calisto’s gaze caught sight of a black SUV in his rear-view mirror, bringing him out of the hell that was his mind. For a moment, he didn’t begrudge the reprieve it afforded him. But it was a mistake to look. The second he stared into the rear-view mirror, high beams flashed on from the SUV behind him, blinding his vision instantly. He was driving far too fast for someone to be following him as closely as that vehicle currently was. It wasn’t accidental, he realized. It was purposeful. Calisto’s reaction time was off just by a fraction of a breath as he regained focus on the road ahead of him. Suddenly, it seemed like the dark interstate was empty, but for his car and that SUV just inches from his bumper. He missed his exit because of the distraction. “Shit,” he muttered. Another one was coming, but not for another ten miles or so. His right hand itched to leave the wheel, wanting to reach out to the side and grab his phone, and make just one call to the only person who mattered to him. He didn’t dare loosen his grip. Even the stars were hiding in the sky. He glanced into the mirror again, careful to avoid the direct glare of the high beams, and quickly noted how the SUV swerved to the left as if they were going to pass him. There was no room to pass with him being in the left lane as it was. But the action of the SUV swerving was enough to make Calisto react out of nothing but instinct as he forced his own car to the right. Maybe it was a little bit of hope, too. Hope that whoever was behind him was no one he knew. Hope that whoever it was might be just another angry, stupid fool like him that was driving too fast on a rainy, dark night. Calisto’s hope didn’t last long. He felt the tires slip on the slick pavement as he slid into the right-side lane. There was no stopping the unmistakable twist of the rear-end when his car began to slide sideways. No matter how hard he pushed the pedal or straightened the wheel to bring his car out of the beginning of a tailspin, he couldn’t do it. He had already lost control. Suddenly, time slowed. It seemed appropriate. Calisto had just a few seconds of suspended breath and waiting to reflect over his time and choices. There was no flash of life before his eyes—just the knowledge that he had been a part of this world once, and that in itself was a mark left behind. But he was still sorry. It was the sight of black to his left that made Calisto turn his head. His car was almost halfway turned as the SUV came to pass at his side. Hope left as the passenger window rolled down. Through the squiggly lines of water running down his window, Calisto could only see black staring back at him. Black and a flash of brushed silver. The plume of light was instant, and shocking. In the background, he caught a glimpse of the profile of the person shooting at him, but he was already reacting. Calisto jerked the wheel of his car at the same time, forcing his car into a harder, faster spin that would probably turn his car over. He heard the bullet shatter glass a second before the roof of his car met pavement. He wasn’t buckled in. His shoulder hit the door, his leg crunched under a snapping wheel, and his head hit metal. Calisto’s night turned even blacker. goodreads-badge-add-38px

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Synopsis: Calisto Donati She was just a woman. That’s what Calisto wanted to tell himself; that’s what he wanted to believe. Emma was nothing more than a woman. There were other women for him to want. To obsess over. It couldn’t be Emma Sorrento. Not for Calisto. She was taken. She was claimed. She was not his. In a few days, Calisto would hand her off, and that would be that. He wondered why it wouldn’t be that easy to let her go. What good had saving her done? He had simply taken her from one monster to give her to another. Emma Sorrento Emma slid on her mask. All someone would need to do was look close enough to see what was really beneath the sheer falseness of her smile. At the other end of the table, Emma found her lies staring her right in the face. He smirked. And winked. Calisto Donati was her worst mistake, her greatest shame, and the one thing she still wanted more than anything. Emma could still feel him all over her, long after his touch and kiss was gone. In thirty days, her entire world had changed—he had changed her. Emma had a feeling that if she played another game with Calisto, she would surely lose. She had already lost once. Wasn’t it enough? WARNING: The first two books in the Donati Bloodlines Trilogy end on a cliffhanger, the third is a HEA.

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Synopsis: Calisto Donati Calisto had never been a fan of pain, but he found it provided a certain relief. It was a high that couldn’t compete with anything else he experienced. That was why he fought bare-knuckled, why he drove fast, despite knowing he might crash, and why he still enjoyed looking at Emma Donati—no matter her current status. Pain felt good. He might have been a fool for doing so, but as long as he got what he wanted from it, he didn’t really care. When he fought, he was given release. When he drove, he was given freedom. When he looked at Emma, he was given memories. All of them brought a certain level of pain. All three might kill him someday. Calisto glanced at Emma, taking her in again when she didn’t know he was looking. He realized then that only one might actually be worth dying for. Emma Donati Emma kept her gaze on the book in her lap, pretending like there wasn’t an argument going on across the room. She had become terribly good at acting like she didn’t hear. Calisto watched her out of the corner of his eye while he argued on with Affonso. She was too focused on Calisto to care about their fight. His anger. The tightness of his jaw. Searing soul-black eyes. The two men were not the same. They might have shared blood, but their hearts were entirely different. One man never let her out of his sight when he was nearby. The other acted like she didn’t exist. This was what it was like, she realized, to be in love with someone she couldn’t have. Calisto Donati would never be hers. This wasn’t a fairy tale that would end happily. They weren’t star-crossed. They were impossible.
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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time. To keep up-to-date with new releases from Bethany-Kris, sign up to her New Release Newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/bf9lzD

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Cade Hall has always been the golden boy of the gridiron. Because of his talent at

football, coupled with his father’s wealth, he’s always gotten his way. But when a

night of drunken debauchery lands him in hot water with the college athletic board,

neither his influential father nor his charming grin can save him. He finds it a total

buzz kill when he is sentenced to community service with troubled youth at an inner-

city shelter. But his nightmare is only beginning when his greatest high school regret is

the very one in charge of the program, and she has him by the balls in more ways than

one.

For Avery Prescott, senior year was a nightmare of epic proportions, and Cade Hall

played the lead villain. After she fled her small town for college in the bright lights of

Atlanta, she thought she had escaped the painful memories of her past. She never could

have imagined Cade would waltz through the door of the outreach program she

presided over. But Avery has news for Cade--she isn’t the same shy, doormat of a girl

she was in high school. Since she holds Cade's football future in her hands, she’s more

than ready to make payback a real bitch.

Will the two stay in the defensive zone or discover that sometimes life's greatest

lessons are learned the hard way?



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Fuuuuuuuuuck! This seriously was not happening. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, apparently the universe didn’t just hate me. It fucking despised me. Not only was I stuck working forty hours a week at this shithole, but now I had the worst blast from my past standing before me. Avery Fucking Prescott.
 
In every “manwhore with seemingly no soul’s” world, there is one girl he regrets. One girl he thinks about from time to time. One girl he measures all the other ones against. One girl he even cries about when he’s shitfaced.
 
Mine was Avery Fucking Prescott.
 
I couldn’t help noticing that the Avery standing in front of me didn’t seem the same. Sure, she still had the same long, dark hair that she swept back in one of those ponytail things. Gone were the glasses, which made it a lot easier to see her green eyes that had flecks of gold in them. Of course, today there was pure and unadulterated hate burning in them directed at me where back in the day, there had been love.
 
But I had managed to kill that love by being a prick. Yeah, I’m sure you’re thinking that isn’t all too shocking based on the pure stupidity you’ve seen me exhibit so far. The thing is that Avery brought out the good that was buried deep down inside me. The good that you needed a fucking bulldozer to unearth.
 
While there were slight differences in her appearance, her entire personality seemed different, and no, I don’t mean just about how she hated me with a fiery passion. She wasn’t the wide-eyed, innocent farm girl who seemed so out of place at Harlington Prep. It was like she’d had a personality transplant. It reminded of me of what happened to my older sister, Catherine, the summer she turned fifteen, and my mother sent her off to some glamour school shit to detox the awkward out of her. When she came back a month later, it was like she had become a Stepford Kid. Catherine no longer took the time to play with me. She had “more important” things to do like contouring her brows or preparing for cotillions. Things were never the same between us after that.
 
My ego couldn’t help wondering if what had happened between us had caused the seismic shift in Avery. Like I’d broken the Old Avery with my actions, and this was what had been rebuilt in its place. But another voice rationalized that unlike me, Avery had probably gotten her shit together in the last three years. College had matured her.
 
After a few moments of a silent standoff, Avery said, “Hello again, Cade.” Her words might have been polite, but her voice was strained. I could tell it was taking everything within her not to go off on me.
 
“Oh, you two know each other?” Tammy or Theresa, or whatever the hell her name was, questioned.
 
Do we know each other? Oh yeah, we know each other. Like in the biblical sense. I can even tell you about the heart-shaped birthmark on the inside of her right thigh.
 
But I knew I would mortify the hell out of Avery if I said anything like that in front of her boss. So instead, I cocked my brows at Avery for her to take the lead on how she wanted us to respond to that question.
 
“A little. We went to high school together,” she replied diplomatically. The wounded look that momentarily flashed in her eyes told an entirely different story—the story where I played the villain.
 
But Tammy didn’t seem to pick up on it. “Well, isn’t it a small world?” she mused.
 
“Yeah,” Avery and I said in unison.
 
Tammy smiled at me. “I was just about to sing all of Avery’s praises to you, but since you know her, I don’t need to waste my breath, right?”
 
“Right,” I muttered.
 
“Well, then. I’ll leave you two alone to catch up, and for Avery to show you the ropes.”
 
“Thank you, Tamar,” Avery said politely.
 
Oh it was Tamar. Shit, I needed to remember that. “Yeah, thanks, Tamar.”
 
Tamar started out of the door and then stopped. She threw a grin over her shoulder. “Now, Avery, just because you know Cade, you can’t go easy on him. He has a debt to pay to Georgia Tech’s athletic department.”
 
Avery glared at me before flashing a fake smile at Tamar. “Oh, I promise to make him earn his keep.”
 
Apparently Tamar wasn’t picking up on the heavy tension between us. “Unfuckingbeliveable,” I muttered under my breath.
 
“Excuse me?” Avery demanded.
 
I held up my hands. “Nothing.”
 
Avery crossed her arms over her chest. “I never thought I’d have to see you again.” She shook her head at me, which caused her ponytail to swish back and forth like a whip. “Yet here you are standing before me. I guess, I must’ve done something epic to piss the universe off this much to put you back in my path.”
 
Whoa, that was sure as hell not what I was expecting. “I could say the same.”
 
Her green eyes narrowed to fury-filled slits. “Excuse me? You have some nerve to stand here in front of me and say that considering what you did.”
 
She was right. Only an epic tool would not immediately apologize for what I did to her. It should have been the first words out of my mouth. And not just to make things run smoothly here at The Ark, but because it was the right thing to do. After all, she had truly been an innocent in the whole fucked up situation of me being an emotionally crippled bastard. I’d let her be tortured by a psychotic chick who thought she belonged to me. I’d humiliated her with my deceptive words and cruel actions. But the greatest of my crimes was I had broken her heart.
 
But in this instance, I was being King Epic Tool because I couldn’t get those words to come out of my mouth. It wasn’t something I struggled with today. I’d had three years to stay those two words. Hell, I’d started off a hundred texts, but I’d never sent them. I’d even done a few stalkerish drives by her house to say how sorry I was in person, but being an emotional pansy ass, I had never gotten out of the car.
 
So instead of taking the emotional high road, I went slumming. “It’s been three years, Prescott. You really need to get over that.”



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Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia, and her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.



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The Rebel’s Return

by Victoria James Red River #4 Publication Date: August 22, 2016 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Bliss, Contemporary Romance

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His gaze was everywhere, almost as though he were touching her. Then it lingered on her breasts for a heated second before traveling up to her eyes. His face was clenched, and had this been any other man than the one that had broken her heart, she would have jumped him, because no man had ever looked at her like that or evoked such an immediate, physical want in her. So instead she did what any self-saving, smart woman would do. She reached for Mrs. Jacobs’s purple and pineapple printed raincoat and enveloped herself in it.

“Oh God, it’s like straight out of a nightmare,” Aiden said. He even took a step back.

She breathed an inward sigh of relief. At least that problem was solved. She backed up a little bit. She noticed he still had the stubble thing going on. And he wasn’t wearing a jacket today, even though it looked like rain. He was wearing faded, worn-in jeans that seemed to be made to hug and emphasize all his good parts, which happened to be everything. Then there was the T-shirt he was wearing that emphasized how much he’d filled out in the years since he’d been gone. Except the stomach, that was flat and…her eyes snapped up to his. Stay on track. “Yes? You needed to see me about something?”

Aiden gave his head a shake. “I can’t think with that thing on you.”

She hugged it tighter and backed up another step. Before she knew it she was standing in one of the changing rooms.

“It’s not up to you to like what I wear.”

“That’s not yours.”

She shrugged.

“You’re wearing it because you don’t like me looking at you.”

She rolled her eyes. “As if. You looking at me is as boring as…a horse on a farm glancing over at me.”

His lips twitched, and she observed a dimple appearance. The glint in his eyes unfortunately didn’t match the tone of the dimple, and he took two large steps forward so that he was now in the doorway. “You’re lying,” he said with another dimple flash.

She lifted her chin and looked him square in the eye, even though her pulse was racing and, dear God, she could smell him, and he smelled so good. Like man and Aiden and old Aiden and…

“What are you thinking about?”

She waved a hand in front of her face. “Nothing. I was thinking that I don’t know why you’re trying to prove I’m a liar.”

“I have my reasons. So back to what we were talking about.”

“I can’t remember.”

“You don’t like me looking at you.”

“You’re wrong. You looking at me is just the same as…Mrs. Jacobs looking at me.”

She had always been a bad liar. Judging by his sexy, you’re-such-a-liar smile, he thought so, too. He braced his arms on either side of the doorway. His shirt lifted, and she caught a glimpse of hard abs. Omigod, she was going to cry.

“Somehow I don’t think Mrs. Jacobs looks at you the way I do.”





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Quinn was the object of her girlhood crush—and heartbreak— and is more gorgeous than ever. He’s also the only person qualified to oversee the renovation. Now they’re butting heads every step of the way... and their attraction is more electrifying than ever! But once the house is sold, Holly needs to return to her real life. And falling for Quinn all over again is one risk she can’t take...
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Former surgeon and self-professed life-long bachelor Evan Manning has one thing on his mind—to reclaim the career that a car accident stole from him. But when he’s forced to return to his hometown of Red River, Evan comes face-to-face with the gorgeous woman who’s haunted his dreams for the last year—the woman he rescued from the burning car that injured his hand. Now Evan needs her help. In a month, he'll have the job opportunity of a lifetime...he just needs a wife to get it.
Artist Grace Matheson is down on her luck again…until she walks into Evan Manning’s office. When her sexy former hero hears that she needs work, he offers her a job and a home—if she’ll pretend she's his fiancée. Grace knows she shouldn't fall for him. Once the month is up, Evan will be back to his old life. But the more time they spend together, the more real their feelings become—and the more likely heartbreak is.
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Series: The Reckless Series
Author: HJ Bellus
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8
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From the USA Today and AMAZON best seller, HJ Bellus, comes a sexy romance: FILTHY.
It was just a summer fling.
He taught me his bad boy ways.
And now I’m beyond being saved.
At first it was fun, but now it’s an addiction my skin craves.
All sense of reality disappears and there’s no boundaries holding me in.
My name is Darby and this is FILTHY.

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I can’t keep my eyes off of Darby in her short dress with her tanned legs peeking out. Her nightmares fucking destroy me and I’ve tried to stay sober since that night. I’d do anything to be the one to push fucking Oliver in front of that train. The headlines were blasted all over the town and county. It was labeled an accident with no witnesses, and not even a family member to step up and claim him.
Darby passes baby Charlie back to Zane then bounces in the house, and I’m sure she’s off to tend to her best friend, Ava.
“What’s up, Rhett?” Zane nods to me to have a seat next to him as he offers Charlie a bottle.
“Nothing, man.”
“I’m the one getting married today and you look like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.”
I just shrug, knowing that if I open up to my best friend that I’ll lose everything. Zane has put up with enough shit in his life and carried around everyone else’s worries, he doesn’t need to worry about this shit. Plus, he’d take the guilt on double knowing what had happened.
“You know me and weddings.” I sit next to him, and hold my finger out for Charlie to wrap her little hand around.
“You’re usually ready to roll at weddings and taking tally of how much pussy you’re going to nail.”
I keep my eyes locked on Charlie’s teeny-tiny hand. “Well, considering that you’re having a tiny ceremony and the only other woman here besides Darby will be my mom, then it seems my mood is fitting.”
“How are you and the other half?” he asks.
“I don’t have another half,” I say deadpan and look up to him.
Zane just quirks an eyebrow in my direction and waits for an answer.
“We have an open relationship.” I take Charlie from him, delicately putting her on my shoulder, and pat her back.
“Bullshit. There’s no such thing when two people are as tight as you. I see the way you look at her.”
“Just because you fell in love and get all the happily ever after bullshit doesn’t mean I do.”
“What’s holding you back, Rhett?”
“My cock that craves a wide variety of pussy.”
Zane stands and whacks me in the back of the head. “Watch your fucking mouth, man, you’re holding my daughter.”
I could go in so many different directions with this, but decide to taunt him later about Charlie growing up and the boys chasing. God knows I’ll be right by his side kicking their asses with him.
“I’m going to change, then I’ll come grab her and you can change.”
I nod to him. The rhythmic breathing from Charlie and the slow pats on her back calm me and in a strange way they ease all my worries.
“Don’t ever grow up, little girl.” I kiss her temple and continue to wait for her burp.
The music from the house is booming and Zane has disappeared off into the barn, leaving me alone for a bit. That hasn’t happened much lately since I helicopter over Darby’s every single move. My parents should be pulling up the lane any moment and this peace will soon dissipate.
“I’m scared, Charlie, I’m not going to lie.” She belches and it’s a juicy one. I’m almost afraid to look down on my shoulder. “Now if you tell your dad that I said that then we’re going to have problems little girl.”
I tuck her in my arms and am relieved when my shoulder is throw-up free. That shit stinks and lingers like no other.
“I’m afraid to fall in love. You see, a long time ago…” I place my finger on her chest and let her little hand wrap around it, “my heart was broke. Like, broke real bad. You know Uncle Rhett doesn’t show hurt, but this girl from my past wrecked me.”
Charlie’s sapphire blue eyes stare back at me like she’s absorbing in each word. Her dainty lips purse together as if she was going to answer back. I just shake my head and smile. Grandpa sure sent us the gift of a lifetime with this little one. The love I feel for Charlie reminds me that my closed off heart does still have the power to love.
I lean in close and whisper to her, sharing one of my deepest secrets that in actual honesty even scares the shit out of me. “I think I’m falling in love with Darby, but I’m too big of a pussy to admit it.”
“My turn,” Darby announces, jetting from the front door.
She came in her maid of honor dress, but pulled her hair up into a big messy pile on the top of her head, and added some make-up, highlighting her whiskey colored eyes. She doesn’t even ask as she scoops Charlie up from my arms. My legs spread automatically and my hands find her hips, gently settling her into my lap.
The crook of her neck aligns perfectly with my mouth. On instinct, I dip low, brushing my lips against her sweet skin and listen to her babble on to her goddaughter about beautiful her mother is. I get selfish and need more than my lips on her skin, and begin to lightly kiss her. My fucking cock is up and ready to go.
The taste of Darby’s skin is the most fucking addictive drug to ever enter my bloodstream, and it only adds to my fear of never being able to let her go.
Pretending it’s an open relationship is just a façade. It’s what I do best…lie to myself. It’s the reason I always fuck her hard and aggressive, soaking up every ounce of her. It’s a defense mechanism. If I ever laid her down and made love to her, I’d be a fucking goner.
“You looking fucking delicious,” I mumble into her neck.
She takes a minute to look over to me and wrinkles her nose. “You just want in my pants.”
“You mean up your dress?”
“Same difference.”
“I bet you won’t say no.”
Darby tilts her head, showcasing her take-no-bullshit attitude. “Try me.”
“You’re on.”
Footsteps thudding up the stairs interrupt our playful banter.
“Your turn man.” Zane points out to the barn. “Only place we’re allowed.”
Darby stands up and hands Zane his little girl. I’ve seen it a hundred times now, the way his blue eyes light up, the pride that covers his face, and the smile of life each time he looks at his little girl.
“Ava, okay?” he asks Darby.
She nods before taking back off inside the house. “Said she had to rub one out before the ceremony; something about nerves or some shit.”
“You’re lucky you’re a woman or I’d…”
“Kick my ass, blah, blah, blah,” she finishes for him.
Zane settles back with Charlie on his chest. “You’ve got a feisty one on your hands and I have a feeling she’s going to wreck you in a good way.”
He has no idea how close to the actual truth he is about Darby. I run my hands through my shaggy black hair. The shit’s so long I could almost put it in a ponytail or one of those fucking man buns that Darby has been begging me to do.
“It’s Gia, isn’t it?” His question throttles me, pulling me from fantasizing about how I’m going to take Darby.
“Uh?” I ask even though I heard his question is crystal clear.
“You’re afraid she’ll do to you what Gia did.”
“Dude, you’re so far off it’s not even real.”
“I’ll say it once and it’s because you’re like a brother to me. If you love her, want to love her, even think about fucking loving her, then don’t let the past or circumstances get in the way. I nearly lost Ava.”
“Going to get dressed.” I snag two beers in clenched knuckles from the red cooler under the table and head to the barn.
The Rhett who’s functioned in this world for years comes out to play. The asshole, cocky bastard, jokester, and horny motherfucker as I strut to the barn and down the beer. I let out a howl of joy when I see another cooler in the barn that’s stocked full of cold beer.
My clothes are hung up in pristine condition. Ava refused to let me take them home or be responsible for them, period. Told me I’d probably sell them to a whore. My cargo shorts fall to the floor and I peel off my tank top before downing another beer. I can’t believe I’m about to put on fucking dress pants with a button up white shirt. Goddamn, I’m going to look like King Kong of the pussies gang. Thank fuck Zane will be next to me looking like the gorgeous weed he is.
There’s a mint green tie strung around the shirt and that’s the only difference between what I’m wearing and Zane. His tie is black. Ava and Darby thoroughly instructed us on the look they wanted. Untucked shirt, rolled up sleeves, the first few buttons undone, and the tie loosely knotted. Oh, that night after we practiced putting the fancy shit on did we give those women a show stripping out of the clothes.
Zane had a lot of making up to do after he piped off with the comment that these made the perfect stage outfits. Pretty sure the man’s face was down in the place for a good week or so. But he was right, I intend on using this next weekend at the club paired with my Ray Ban sunglasses.
A fucking genius idea hits me as my third or fourth beer goes by.
Rhett: I need help with this fucking tie
Darby: Tell someone who cares
Oh, the little shit wants it bad.
Rhett: Fuck, I’d call Sheila but I think she’s with another guy tonight.
Darby: Pig!
Rhett: You want to suck it…gotta run babe, trying to put my hair up in one of those manly buns.
I watch out the window, drinking another beer, and like fucking clockwork Darby sprints out the door and down the steps towards the barn. My cock comes to life watching her perfect tits bounce and the smile streaming across her face. The girl thinks she plays hard to get.
“Rhett.” The door swings wide open.
I turn to her with a beer in one hand and my other hand down the front of my boxers, rubbing my raging hard on. My longer than average hair falls to one side as I stare her down.
Darby doesn’t speak another word while she stares at my hand covering my cock, and then finally shuts the barn door, locking it.
“Don’t lock it. I hope someone walks in and sees me fucking the prettiest girl here.”
She plucks a hair tie from around her wrist and slowly walks over to me. I don’t move and continue rubbing myself. Her hands thread through my hair and I fucking moan. Her touch is always electric and sends chills through me. We’ve fucked over a hundred times and it still feels brand new each time.
Her lips land on mine as her hands work through my hair, bundling it together until it’s all off my neck. She pulls back for a second and looks into my eyes. There always seems to be so much to say between the two of us, but it’s like we're both too fucked up and scared to say a word.
We stay nose to nose as she wraps the elastic tie around my hair, then she finally steps back and takes the drink from my hand. She’s not shy about polishing it off for me. I watch her hand gently pull up her dress and then sink below her panties. The shit is taunting me with my actions. My cock aches to be inside her.
“You look so damn hot, Rhett.” Her voice hitches as her hand moves quicker.
It’s erotic as hell, but frustrating at the same time because I can only see the movement of her lace panties and not the parts I want to see. Pulling my cock from my boxers, I hope she’ll drop her panties and let me watch her sink into her sweet center until her knees tremble.
I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and give it a good squeeze, forcing back a moan and struggling to hold on to the last few bits of willpower I have. Darby’s tongue darts out and runs along the length of her lips, as I begin to stroke myself from base to tip.
Without warning, she sinks to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. The overwhelming sensation and the buzz from the beer have me melting back onto the wall. Her fingers dig into the flesh on my ass as she sucks hard. The head hits the back of her throat several times until she pulls all the way back, lapping her tongue around my head.
I finally have to stand her up before I fucking explode in her mouth. She knows me too fucking well and lies back on a covered bale of straw, sinking her hand right back down into her panties. Every other woman I’ve been with is all about themselves and me fucking them hard. Not Darby, she loves to tease me and pull out everything inside of me.
“Don’t mess your hair up, baby,” I whisper, staring down at her.
She bucks her hips up in the air, sinking deeper into herself. Darby tosses her head to the side, showcasing her flushed cheeks.
“May I?” I ask, eyeing those sexy fucking panties.
She only nods, giving me permission to drag them down her legs. I fucking want to rip them off of her in one tear and sink balls deep in her, but I’ll let her put on this show. It will only make the fucking outcome that much more delicious. My knuckles graze down the sides of her legs as I pull off the only barrier left between us.
She has two fingers rubbing circles on her swollen clit.
“Watch me, Rhett,” she moans out. “You make me feel beautiful when you watch me.”
I don’t take my fucking eyes off of her as I sink down to my knees. My palm runs up her abdomen splayed out while my other hand spreads her legs further apart.
“Stroke your cock, Rhett.”
I shake my head side to side. “No, this is about you, baby.”
Slowly, she sinks one finger deep inside of her. Easily she finds a rhythm riding her hand. I place my hand on top of hers, applying pressure on her palm and making sure the perfect amount of friction is on her clit. She adds another finger into the pounding movement and begins to moan and roll her hips even faster, and right when she’s about to cum, I pull her fingers from her.
“Rhett.” She perches up on her elbows.
With both hands, I spread her legs wider and then lift them over my shoulder. “This is mine and I will please it.”
I take my time sinking lower to her until my nose is at her entrance, teasing her. Her sweet smell is too much of a temptation causing my tongue to dart out and lap her up. My teeth nip at her and then I finally circle her bud while pushing two fingers inside of her.
She doesn’t moan this time, but screams out my name as I work her over. The insides of her legs squeeze my head and her hands pull on my hair as she rides out her orgasm on my face. It’s never enough and even though I know she’s done, I take a few more drinks of her before standing up.
“Did you mess up my fucking man bun?” I ask with a smirk on my lips.
Darby giggles and nods her head.
“Well then, I better fuck you hard.”
She bites down on her bottom lip in anticipation.
I pull her up to my chest until I have her in my arms with her wet opening over my erection. Her hands lace into my hair and lips crash down on mine. I readjust the hold on her legs, steadying her. Her gorgeous brown eyes tell me the sweetest story as she stares back at me. Fuck, how long am I going to be able to lie to myself before she owns my soul?
I ease her down slowly on my cock, relishing how she feels. It’s a fucking drug and I’m addicted. She pulls back when we are fully connected.
“Did you say that my pussy is yours?”
Her typical playful smile and smartass tone are vacant. She’s fucking serious right now and I can only find the courage to nod. I want to say so much more like I’m fucking falling in love with her, but I don’t. I win her over with sex. It’s my specialty.
I start out slow and then pick up the pace, bouncing her up and down on my dick. Her tight pussy grips around me perfectly.
“Rhett. Rhett. Oh. My. God. Rhett!” she screams as her release hits her. I’m not long behind her sinking in balls deep.
“This is yours, too, Darby,” I grit out between my teeth, knowing it’s as close to the truth as I can say.
Her lips crash onto mine and I pick up the speed, pounding her down on my cock and spill into her.

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HJ Bellus
HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.


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DirtyDirty by H.J. Bellus
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book is like a dirtier version of Magic Mike. I took it about as seriously as watching a comedy. It was hard to connect with the characters early on because a lot of the things they were saying and doing seemed pretty unbelievable, at least from my point of view. Zane and Ava started using the “L” word early on and while a lot of us readers don’t particularly go for the insta-love thing, it fit with the pace and the rest of the book.
It may seem from what I have said that I didn’t enjoy the book, but that is not the case. It had to be entertaining and well written because just like some of those crazy movies we all love, I couldn’t look away. I had to keep reading until the end. While a lot of the book is based around Zane and him being a stripper and the things that he does outside of his regular jobs to earn money, you have to really look at the reason behind what he does and for me that is where I was able to connect and appreciate the loyalty and love that Zane showed toward his grandfather. Yes, the things he does make him feel dirty but then Ava comes along. Ava is a senator’s daughter. Zane and Ava are from two completely different worlds. The more of this book you read, the more depth into the story you find.
I always enjoy this author’s books. They are different. She isn’t afraid to write gritty and dirty and I like that. It’s always nice to find an author that gives something a little different from the normal and that is what this author does for me.


Filthy (The Reckless Series, #2)Filthy by H.J. Bellus
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have read all of this author’s books and loved every single one, so it comes as no surprise that I will be adding this one to the long list of great books.
I loved Zane and Ava’s story in Dirty, but I believe HJ took Rett and Darby’s story to a whole new level. There is so much chemistry between these two. I wasn’t the least bit turned off or offended by the heat that radiated between these two in the bedroom. There is seriously a rollercoaster of emotions to go along with reading this book but it is so worth it!
This author is one of my favorites. If you think this one is too steamy for you, don’t let that stop you from reading her other books. That Girl series and Blue will go down as some of my all-time favorite books ever!!


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