#NewRelease – Virgin Under the Mistletoe #NewAdult #HolidayRomance

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Danika

Killian Reid. Even saying his name makes my panties damp. He has to be the sexiest man I’ve ever met, even if he is twenty-one years older than me. I’ve been crushing on him since I was fifteen. For six years, my Christmas wish has been for Killian to notice me. I never thought it was possible – until now.

Killian

Holy hell! It was supposed to be a quick peck on the lips under some mistletoe, but damn. Little Danika Parker isn’t all that little anymore, with curves in all the right places. I’m pretty sure I’ll be reliving that hot as fuck kiss for a while. This Christmas, the only present I want to unwrap is her.

Stand-alone novella, no cliffhanger, no cheating, dual POV

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Excerpt

Killian hung some mistletoe in the living room doorway and I smiled sadly. I wouldn’t be sharing kisses with anyone this year. The only people likely to stop by my house were either my friend, Bethany, or my parents. Kissing any of them, other than on the cheek, was out of the question.

Killian’s brow arched again and he pointed up at it. “You’re just going to leave me hanging here? It’s tradition.”

“I think the tradition is that if two people get caught under the mistletoe they have to share a kiss. You’re all alone over there.”

“You could rectify that.”

Smiling a little, I walked toward him and stopped under the mistletoe. Even on tiptoe I couldn’t reach him, but he bent down and met me halfway. I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head at the last minute and our lips met. Fire sizzled through me at the contact and I clutched at his shirt to hold on. Killian’s lips moved against mine and his tongue flicked out, asking for entry. I parted my lips and welcomed him in.

My toes curled against the carpet as his kiss left me dizzy and wanting more. My thoughts spun in different directions as I tried to process what was happening. He’d never shown me any interest before, but I knew this was a moment I would remember for the rest of my life. Kissing Killian was better than anything I’d ever imagined.

Killian drew away, his arm still around my waist. His eyes were dark with passion as he smiled down at me. I felt like I should say something, but my brain was still catching up. He pressed another kiss to my lips then backed away, shoving his hands back into his pockets. My hand lifted and touched my lips as I watched him.

“Now you’ve had your first Christmas kiss of the year,” he said.

“It will likely be my only Christmas kiss this year.”

“Pity. You do it so well.”

My cheeks warmed again.

“Well, Miss Parker. Anything else you need help with around here?”

I could think of something he could help me with, but I didn’t think he was referring to my damp panties. I’d have been more than happy for him to take them off and make me scream his name the rest of the afternoon. I might have sworn off guys, but Killian was in a category all his own. If he wanted to rock my world, I would let him.

“The only thing I have left is the dining room,” I said. “It’s just a tablecloth and placemats though, so I can handle that.”

“Then I guess my work here is done. Call me if you need anything else.”

Anything like what exactly? Was that an open-ended invitation to call him, or only for Christmas related things?

Killian hesitated only a moment before giving me another smirk and walking out the door. I peered through the front window and watched him back down the driveway, heading out. When I couldn’t see his truck anymore, I faced my empty home. A house that felt far emptier now that he’d been in it and then left.

What would it take to make a guy like Killian stick around?

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#NewRelease – Against the Wall by @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress #NewAdultRomance #ContemporaryRomance

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Grady

Handyman and heartbreaker. I’m damn good at my job. While my hands have been occupied building a deck for the delectable Madlyn Sparks, what I’ve really wanted to do was trace every one of her curves with my tongue. I bet with just one touch she’d go up in flames. My dick’s been harder than a damn post since I took this job, but I learned the hard way not to fuck myself out of a paycheck. But once this job is done, all bets are off.

Madelyn

Grady has done a fantastic job on the deck, but I didn’t really hire him for his carpentry skills. The man is fine as hell and I’ve wanted to take him for a ride ever since I saw him on my doorstep. Never in my wildest dreams did I think getting attacked would bring us closer together. He went from hunky handyman to overprotective bodyguard in an instant, and now that we’re living under the same roof, I just can’t keep my hands off him. Just one problem… now that I’ve had him, I never want to let him go.

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The sound of my drill was loud in the otherwise quiet backyard. I’d been working on this massive deck for two days for a pampered princess, but there were perks aside from a paycheck. I glanced toward the lounger by the pool and couldn’t help but admire the tanned perfection of Madelyn Sparks. She might be petite, but she was all legs and curves. Definitely a mouthwatering package.

The sun beat down on me and sweat rolled down my temples to drip off my chin onto the wooden deck below. I’d literally put my blood and sweat into the thing, but tears weren’t going to happen. Not unless the goddess decided to kick me in the nuts for staring too much. She did a pretty good job of ignoring me, even when I drooled. Couldn’t really blame her. A guy like me was too far beneath someone like her. The house she lived in had to cost at least half a million, if not more. My bungalow was a little too damn close to the questionable part of town and probably could have fit in her garage.

I put in one last screw and wiped my brow before standing. My back cracked as I stretched and put the tools away. As much as I would have loved to stare at perfection a little while longer, it was time to call it a day. I had an ice cold shower waiting for me at home, along with a beer and a bag of pretzels. The dinner of champions. Or rather, the dinner of a broke handyman. This job was going to pay really damn well, but I didn’t get the check until I finished the deck.

The scent of suntan oil reached my nose, and I turned to see Little Miss Perfect. She pushed her sunglasses on top of her honey blonde tresses and smiled at me.

“Finished for the day?” she asked.

“Yeah, I thought I’d pack it up and come back first thing tomorrow. Eight o’clock okay?”

Her nose wrinkled a little. “As long as you don’t mind me being crabby. I don’t finish my morning coffee until nine.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her. Something told me that even at her crabbiest she was damn cute. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-one or twenty-two. I felt ancient at close to thirty, even though there were only a handful of years between us. I put my tools by the back gate and waited to see if she would say or do anything else.

“Would you like some water or soda to take with you?” she asked. “I even have some of that flavored stuff you can add to a bottle of water.”

I must have made a face because she laughed and crooked a finger at me. Like a little lost puppy, I trailed after her and into the pristine house, my boots clunking along the hardwood floors. Her kitchen was huge, with spotless granite countertops and stainless steel appliances.

“Nice place,” I commented as I took in my surroundings. I’d never own a place like this. Not because I didn’t want one, but because I wasn’t going to earn enough ever to climb this high up the social ladder.

“It was my parents’ home. They died last year and left everything to me.”

Well, that explained why she was so rich at such a young age, but it had to suck to lose her family like that. My mom was still very much alive and living it up in Vegas as a retired showgirl. I’d never known my dad, and I wasn’t sure Mom had ever known who he was. Just some nameless man who had crossed paths with her at some point. Along with countless others. Mom hadn’t exactly been known for being a one-man woman back in the day. Or now, for that matter.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I told her.

She gave me a small smile and opened the fridge. “Water or soda? I have a beer, but I doubt it’s one you’d like to drink. I’ve been told it’s a girly beer.”

I laughed and told her water was fine. It was the best way to stay hydrated in this horrible heat. I guzzled half the bottle before I even took a breath. Madelyn had her hip propped against the counter, and her gaze traveled over me. I couldn’t help but grow hard under her perusal. If she noticed, she was good at pretending otherwise. There was heat in her eyes as she looked up at me. Part of me hoped for the green light to kiss her the way I’d wanted to since the moment she opened her front door several days ago. The other part worried I’d screw myself out of a paycheck again and told me to keep it in my pants.

I finished my water and tossed the bottle into the trashcan. As much as I wanted to linger, I couldn’t think of a reason not to leave. My work for the day was done, and she wasn’t exactly saying much to keep me in her house. Then again, I was sweating all over her pristine floors. She probably couldn’t wait for me to leave.

“Thanks for the water,” I told her. “I’ll see you tomorrow at eight.”

“Let me walk you out.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just go out the back way. I left my tools by the back gate.”

She nodded, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes as I turned to walk away. I wondered if maybe she was a little lonely, living in such a big place all by herself. For all I knew, she had a string of men waiting at her beck and call, but I hadn’t seen a single person any of the days I’d been here.

Her gaze drilled into my back as I made my way through her house to the back door. The humid air smacked me in the face as I stepped outside and made my way over to the gate. I picked up my tools and let myself out of the backyard. My truck was parked at the curb. I hadn’t wanted to take a chance on the damn thing leaking oil on her driveway. I shoved my stuff into the backseat and climbed in. As I was about to pull away, a flashy car pulled into her driveway, and a guy in a pink polo and khakis got out. Figured she’d go for a sissy boy like that one. His build was slight, and the softer angles of his face made him almost appear feminine. If he had any muscle on him, it definitely came from a gym. Guys like that didn’t get their hands dirty.

With a shake of my head, I pulled away and drove home to the other side of town. Living in a small town meant it didn’t take long to reach the house. My driveway was cracked and uneven and my porch drooped, but it was home sweet home. I killed the engine and got out, taking my tools with me. No way I would leave them in the truck in this neighborhood. Not unless I wanted them stolen. After I unlocked the door and pushed it open, I stepped inside and immediately frowned. It felt like it was a million degrees in the house.

The air conditioner in the front window still hummed, but when I stepped closer and held out my hand, only hot air came out of it. I’d just cleaned the thing the week before, so I knew that wasn’t it. It looked like the four-year-old unit had finally called it quits. As I walked through the house, I noticed the other even older units were not on or were sending out blasts of hot air as well. Just what I needed, the cost of four window units. Hell, even the cost of one was too much. There was only twenty bucks in my account until I got paid for my current job either tomorrow or day after, depending on how long it took me to wrap things up.

I went into the bedroom and turned on the ceiling fan before stripping out of my clothes. In the bathroom, I turned on the shower and didn’t even bother with the hot water. An icy stream hit me straight in the face as I stepped under the spray and it helped cool my heated skin. I stayed in the shower as long as I could, knowing I would just be miserable once I got out. After I dried off and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, I contemplated what the hell I was going to do the rest of the night. In this neighborhood leaving a window open was just asking for trouble, so that was out.

As I tried to figure out what to do, my phone started ringing. I frowned when I saw the number on the display. What the hell was the princess calling me about? Had I left something at her place? I accepted the call and put the phone up to my ear. Before I could even say hello, I heard her sobbing on the other end.

“Madelyn? What’s wrong?”

She cried even harder. “I… need… you.”

“You need me? What happened?”

“Please come.”

I didn’t get a chance to say another word before she disconnected the call. A bad feeling came over me as I threw on a fresh pair of jeans and a tee. I doubted she was crying over her deck, so I passed up my work boots for a pair of tennis shoes. It only took me a moment to dig my wallet and keys out of my discarded clothes, and I ran for the door, stopping only long enough to lock the place up. Breaking every speed limit in town, I screeched to a halt at her curb about ten minutes later.

#CoverReveal – On the Run @Writer_Charity @evernightpub #NewAdult #Romance #Fireman

 

Title: On the Run
Series: Flame Kissed #2
Author: Charity West
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Release Date: July 4th 2017
Genre(s): Contemporary, Suspense, New Adult
Heat Level: 2

 

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Ashley

I’ve wanted Liam Doherty for as long as I can remember, even when he was married. Maybe it was the Irish accent, or maybe it was just his ripped abs. But now he’s a sexy single dad in need of a babysitter. Is it wrong that when I hold that precious baby I imagine that she’s mine and we’re a family?

But what would an Irish hunk want with a college dropout?

Liam

My tongue nearly hit the floor when I opened my front door to the goddess on my porch. And now she’s babysitting for me, and all I can think about is how spectacular she’d look spread across my bed. Watching her with my daughter doesn’t douse my desire even a little. If anything, it just makes me want her more. 

But there’s twenty years between us. Why would a sexy little thing like her want an old man like me?

Excerpt

Nearly two hours had passed by the time I had finished getting ready, so I rushed downstairs and out the door. I’d barely left my yard when I heard a baby crying. As I neared Mr. Doherty’s door, I heard his frantic shushing and cooing as he tried to calm his daughter. The doorbell chimed loudly, just making Caitlin even angrier and her screams increased. Mr. Doherty looked harried as he answered the door, his shirt was unbuttoned and he hadone sock on and one sock off. His hair stood in disarray, as if he’d been trying to pull it out.

And I’d never seen a sexier sight.

“Mr. Doherty, I’m Ashley Morgan, from next door. My mom said you needed a babysitter tonight.”

“Tonight. Tomorrow. Every day for the next eighteen years,” he muttered. “Come in.”

He stepped back and I followed him inside, trying to take everything in. I’d never been inside his home before and I was impressed. The baby doubled her efforts to be heard, her face turning bright red, and I reached for her. He hesitated only a moment before handing her over. Caitlin stared at me, her screams dying almost instantly as she hiccupped and tried to figure out who I was. Her hair was dark as pitch, just like her dad’s, and her eyes were a bright blue.

“Hi there, gorgeous girl.”

Caitlin cooed and waved a fist.

“You’re a miracle worker,” Mr. Doherty said. “Whatever you want, you can have it. I’ll sign over ever cent in my account if you can just keep her quiet. I think she’s cried nonstop for months. I’ve taken her to the doctor so often, convinced something is wrong with her, that they won’t even set an appointment until I’ve spoken with a nurse.”

“She’s probably just missing her mom.” My cheeks flushed as I glanced at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…my mom told me today that Mrs. Doherty wasn’t in the picture anymore. I didn’t mean to be insensitive.”

He snorted. “Good riddance to that harridan. Caitlin will be better off without that kind of influence in her life.”

Okay, so he was still bitter.

“Let me show you where everything is and then I’ll finish getting ready. I’ll try not to stay out too late. We have this banquet once a year and it can go for most of the night with drinking and dancing. I wouldn’t even attend, but I’m supposed to get some ridiculous award.” He shook his head. “Anyway, help yourself to anything you want. The kitchen is fully stocked if you’re hungry. I’m sure you’ve missed dinner at home.”

“I can stay as long you need me.” Forever sounded pretty good.

He nodded and gave me a tour of the house, pointing out Caitlin’s room and everything I would need for my babysitting duties. While he finished getting ready, I sank onto the padded rocker in her room. The back and forth motion helped keep her calm and she blinked up at me sleepily. She was probably the prettiest baby I’d ever seen. I wondered how heartless you had to be to leave something so precious behind.

When I was certain she was sleeping soundly, I laid her in her crib and tiptoed from the room, snagging the baby monitor on my way out. Mr. Doherty still hadn’t resurfaced, unless he’d snuck out while I was otherwise occupied. He’d said I could help myself to the kitchen so I headed that way. It was a chef’s dream come true with granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances, and a stove that I would have killed to have. I felt a little odd rummaging through his fridge and pantry. I found some chicken breasts, everything I would need for my favorite corn casserole, and a can of crescent rolls. I’d have preferred to make some rolls from scratch, but it would take too long.

As I chopped, seasoned, and prepped a dinner that would easily feed not only me, but give Mr. Doherty leftovers for a night or two, I started singing. It was something I always did when I cooked, no matter where I was. I’d always had a thing for country music, especially the songs that were popular when I was little, so the Dixie Chicks “You Were Mine” spilled from my lips. As I slid everything into the oven, I noticed Mr. Doherty leaning against the doorframe, watching me. There was something in his eyes that made me very aware that I was a woman alone in a house with a powerful man.

“I hope my singing didn’t bother you.”

He pushed off the doorframe and prowled closer. “You sing like an angel.”

My cheeks flushed. “I don’t know why, but I always sing when I cook.”

He was close enough that I felt the heat of his body pressing against me. There were fine lines on the corners of his eyes and a hint of silver at his temples, but it only made him look more distinguished. He leaned a little closer and then abruptly pulled away. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I wondered if he’d been about to kiss me. Or was that just wishful thinking on my part? Despite the fact I was a grown woman, I’d never been with a man before, and had kissed only a handful of boys at college. What would it be like to have a man like him lay claim to me?

“I’ll try not to be late,” he said as he backed away further. “If you need to reach me, my cell number is on the fridge, as is the number to Caitlin’s doctor.”

“We’ll be fine.”

He nodded and walked off, leaving me shaking and wondering what the hell had just happened. I could still smell the spicy scent of his cologne and my lips tingled from the almost kiss. I’d never wanted anyone so much in my life. In that moment, I knew I’d do whatever it took to make him mine, even if it was just for one night.

#CoverReveal – Rising from the Ashes by Charity West

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Genre(s): Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, New Adult
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella

Kaycee Witherspoon barely escaped her last relationship with her life. Now that she has a fresh start in a new town, she feels like she can finally breathe. But is she relaxing her guard too soon? When she finds her tires slashed and her apartment broken into, she has to wonder if her past isn’t quite so far behind her.

Zarek O’Donnell doesn’t know much about the new assistant at his fire station except that her mesmerizing curves and bewitching smile have him under her spell. Even though she laughs easily and seems to light up around him, he can tell that there’s something darker haunting her. His protective side rises to the surface whenever she’s near, and he knows he’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe.

When the lines of past and present begin to blur, there’s only one thing Kaycee knows. This time she might not escape. If she wants the new life she’s forged for herself, she’ll have to fight to keep it.

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#NewRelease – Sheriff’s Wanton Virgin

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Jilly
He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and he’s completely forbidden. I’ve been in love with my dad’s best friend since I turned five; he gave me a tiara and called me his little princess. Except, I don’t want to be his princess anymore. I want to be his queen.

I’ve taken a job at the sheriff’s department, just to be under his nose. I’ll wear my shortest skirts and my tightest shirts, and I will do whatever it damn well takes to get the sexy sheriff to notice me. Interoffice romance is frowned upon, but some rules are made to be broken.

Joshua
When I walked into my office and saw the most luscious ass I’ve ever laid eyes on, the first thing I wanted to do was get under that skirt and inside her as fast as I could. And that’s precisely what I did.

Then her dad showed up and greeted his precious baby girl.

I’m well and truly fucked now. Not only did I claim the virginity of my best friend’s daughter, but I plan to take her again…and again…and again. She may be twenty years younger than me, but damn if I don’t feel eighteen again when Jilly is around.

Stand alone novella, no cliffhanger, no cheating, dual POV.

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BEHIND THE STORY

So, what made me write about an older man and a much younger woman? I’ve always found older men fascinating. Even when I was eighteen, my dates were at least eight years older than me. It’s not that they didn’t still want in my pants, because let’s face it, they’re still men…but they had more finesse. They had more experience, and knowing your way around a woman’s body is worth a lot. Why settle for the fumblings of someone more interested in their own desire than yours?

Now, my sexy sheriff is a little light on finesse when it comes to Jilly…but he definitely makes her burn brighter than the sun. I hope you’ll enjoy a little excerpt to give you a taste of what’s in store for you should you buy the book.

ADULT EXCERPT (Ages 18+)

Holy Fuck! I didn’t know who the goddess on the floor was, but just seeing her kneeling there gave me all sorts of ideas, as did the flash of creamy ass cheek that peeked out from beneath the hem of her way too short skirt. Either she wasn’t wearing panties, or she had on one of those sexy thongs. Either way, my dick was anxious to find out the answer. I didn’t know what had brought the angel to my door, but I was ready to answer all her prayers.

Her big, blue eyes blinked up at me as her tongue swiped across her lower lip. My cock grew hard, pressing against my jeans. Her breath hitched as her gaze dropped and took in my aroused state. She climbed to her feet, flashing that delectable ass at me and making me groan. Fuck, but I wanted inside her. She adjusted the hem of her skirt as she sauntered a little closer. Even in those fuck me heels, she still barely reached my shoulder. Having that small, curvy body so damn close was enough to bring out the caveman in me.

“Morning, Sheriff,” she said, her voice husky and smooth. My dick jerked and I felt some pre-cum leak down my thigh.

“Something I can do for you, sugar?” I asked. Like bend you over the desk and fuck you until you scream?

“Janine hired me. I’m your new secretary.”

My gaze scanned her from top of her golden hair to the tips of her red painted toes. If I got to see this little goddess every morning, things were looking up indeed. I’d always discouraged romance in the office, but some rules were made to be broken. I could already picture some late nights with this beauty, her lips wrapped around my cock before I pounded her sweet pussy. My reputation with the ladies was well deserved, but something told me this woman was different from the others. There was an innocence in her eyes that made me want to corrupt her.

“Maybe we should step into my office so we can get…better acquainted.”

She shivered and gave me a look that said she would do anything I wanted. It probably wasn’t smart to fuck my new secretary on her first day, but my cock was going to explode if I didn’t. Her ass swayed as she walked in front of me and I admired the view. Once we were inside, I closed and locked the door. She nibbled her lower lip as I crooked my finger at her.

“I aim to make my employees very happy while they work here. Why don’t you tell me what would make you happy, sugar?”

Her gaze strayed to my cock and she licked her lips again.

“You can have anything you want,” I told her, waiting for the green light.

“I want you, Sheriff Sparks.”

I drew her closer, her hard nipples grazing my uniform shirt. “And how do you want me, sugar?”

“Inside me.” She whimpered. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Sheriff Sparks.”

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I smiled a little as she nodded.

“Very naughty, sir.”

Fuck! That sir spoken so softly nearly made me come in my pants.

“Then I guess you’d better strip out of those clothes if you want me to fill that sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good, sugar.”

Her hands trembled as she pulled her shirt over her head. The red lace bra underneath cupped her generous breasts, the material straining to hold them in. She popped the clasp and let the bra fall to the floor, those beauties swinging free and making my mouth water. My heated gaze tracked her movements as she shimmied out of her skirt and soaked thong.

I couldn’t hold back another moment. With a growl, I hauled her against my chest and slammed my mouth down on hers. Our tongues dueled as she clung to me, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I backed toward the desk, never breaking away from her. My hands gripped her hips and I lifted her, plopping her cute little ass on the edge of the desk. She spread her legs in invitation and I pulled away to look my fill.

Pretty and pink. And completely bare. She glistened she was so damn wet. I pulled her closer to the edge and knelt between her legs. I needed a taste of her, wanted to hear her scream, and I didn’t give a fuck who heard us. The tang of her hit my tongue like ambrosia as I held her folds open and explored. I sucked her clit as she thrashed on the desk. A sheaf of papers fluttered to the floor but I didn’t care. I licked, sucked, and teased.

“Oh, yes. Oh, fuck!” Her thighs tightened around my head. “I’m coming! Please don’t stop.”

I sucked harder, gripping her tighter, until she screamed out my name, her pussy coating my tongue in her cream. Her body went limp and I listened to her pant. I rose to my feet and unbuckled my pants, letting my monster cock spring free. I wasn’t a favorite of the ladies for nothing. Gorgeous looked up and her eyes widened when she saw what I was packing.

“That’s not going to fit,” she said.

I looked down at my throbbing dick. “Oh, it will fit, angel. All ten inches are going to pound your sweet pussy, and you’re going to love it.” I stroked my cock. “Now spread those legs wide, sugar.”

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SPOTLIGHT: Cuffs & Kink (A Bad Boy Romance)

CUFFS & KINK

Coming November 18th from Changeling Press

Genres: Contemporary/New Adult

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TY

It was no secret that I was a man whore and enjoyed my fair share of women. Several had tried to pin me down over the years, but no way was the noose of matrimony slipping around my neck. I was a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy, and I liked my life just the way it was. Badge bunnies fell into my bed in droves, even the ones who liked to play innocent, but there was one type of woman I’d always avoided – virgins. Which makes things a little awkward when hot little Josie Wright, the reverend’s daughter, makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. Just one look at those slender legs and perky tits, and all I can think about is being balls deep inside of her, but good girls like Josie don’t hang out with bad boys like me.

JOSIE

I’ve always had the perfect life – loving parents and a stable home life. Until now. When my father told me I was to marry Reverend Falks, a man thirty years my senior, in exchange for our church getting a new roof, I knew he had to be kidding. The good reverend has told me in no uncertain terms that he plans to keep me barefoot and pregnant, along with some other details that make my stomach queasy. I’ll do anything to avoid my fate, even if it means falling into Officer Daniels’ bed. Except, once I’m there, I don’t want to leave. He makes me feel things I’ve never experienced before, and for the first time in my life, I’m realizing that maybe it’s good to be a little bad.

WARNING: This story contains one dirty talking hunky police officer, a sweet and innocent reverend’s daughter, and LOTS of steamy sex. Being bad has never been so good.

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“Ty, you don’t have to do this. I know your uncle thinks it’s best if I lose my virginity, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to help me. He wasn’t very subtle when he suggested I come home with you.”

He smirked. “Honey, getting it up isn’t going to be a problem, but I’ve never been with a virgin before and I’m not sure I have enough finesse for something like that.”

I rubbed my hands against my thighs and stood up. “I never said I wanted finesse.”

“And what is it you want?”

I moved a little closer to him, the heat of his body pressing against me. “You could start by kissing me.”

His gaze skated down my body. “And if I don’t want to stop at just a kiss?”

“Isn’t that why I’m here?”

Ty reached out and wove his fingers through my hair, tilting my head back as he urged my body closer. My breasts pressed against his chest, the cool metal of his badge making my nipples harden. My lips parted as I waited for him to make his move. I’d never told anyone before, but I’d never been kissed. Being held against him was the closest I’d ever come to being kissed, to being embraced by someone other than family, and a thrill ran through me.

His head lowered and his mouth brushed against mine, leaving my lips tingling from the contact. I felt his tongue swipe against my lower lip and I let him in, reveling in the taste and feel of him. Our tongues tangled and I molded my body to his, his cock digging into my belly. I’d never seen a naked man before, and until this moment I’d never much cared one way or another about it. But suddenly, I wanted to see Ty in all his naked glory, and I knew without a doubt that it would be spectacular. The muscles in his body were hard and unyielding against my softer curves. My panties grew damp as he ravaged my mouth, his lips and tongue taking pleasure as well as giving it.

I shifted my hands up over his chest and reached for the buttons on his uniform. I popped them free, one at a time, and felt frustrated when I realized there was another shirt underneath. I had no idea how to unclip the belt that held his gun and other things like handcuffs. A shiver raked my spine as I wondered if he’d use the cuffs on me. I might be a virgin, but I’d read enough romance novels to have a few ideas about what I’d like to experience.

Ty broke away, his breathing heavy and his gaze hungry.

“This is your last chance to change your mind, Josie. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop if this goes any further. I may be strong, but I’m not that damn strong.”

I smiled a little, feeling a thrill of power that he wanted me that much. It made me wonder if a powerful man like Ty would fall to his knees with the right touch, the right kiss, the right words. I had none of those right now, but I would learn.