bad boy billionaires
Hey guys! I’m super-excited to announce the release of the second book in the Everly Brothers series,GOOD GIRLS DON’T!
To celebrate, I’d like to share a little excerpt (fair warning, it gets a little steamy toward the end):
Lyssa lost track of time as she sat there. Finally, the doors to the front part of the office squeaked open and then closed.
“How’d it go?” she yelled through the open door of her private office.
The rough stride of footsteps sounded out along the wooden floor, and then a voice that was unmistakably not Nadia’s said, “How did what go?”
Lyssa gasped and shot out of her chair so fast she thought she might have given herself a case of whiplash.
“James!” No, she wasn’t just imagining his voice. He was here, in the flesh. The deliciously male flesh. “Wha-what are you doing here?”
He leaned against the doorway, somehow managing to suck up all the air in the room. His bright blue gaze took in the details of her small office. “Just thought I should check out the competition.”
His words made her cheeks grow hot. She knew her place was tiny, the location less than ideal, but it was cute and decorated with whatever accessories she’d been able to afford. And it was hers.
“I’m sure it’s nothing like your Manhattan empire,” Lyssa snapped.
When he nodded, her jaw tightened, but then he said, “No, it’s warm and inviting, not cold and clinical. My father always preferred steel and glass and contemporary designs, but that’s not exactly my taste. I much prefer the homier feel of your office.”
Oh. Her anger deflated.
She slowly sat back on her chair, grateful for the distance the desk put between her body and James’s hawkish gaze. “You seriously came all the way to Brooklyn just to check my office out? Why? You must know you’re going to win Martin’s investment.”
James let out a soft tsk and crossed the threshold. “You won’t get far with that attitude.”
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to look him in the eye. “Come on, James, stop playing games with me.”
He shrugged and sat on the overstuffed mauve chair across from her desk. “What I said earlier was true. Martin generally invests in smaller local companies. It’s a matter of pride for him. When he started out, he was a one-man company and found it almost impossible to get others to invest in his dream. Now he searches out local talent with potential for growth.”
“Oh.” His words gave her hope. “Really?”
James eyed her appraisingly. “You should be very proud. If he’s taken an interest in you, it means you’re doing something right.”
His words sent an unexpected wave of pleasure through her. But then she thought of the other competition. “If that’s true, then Steve Peterson is a worthy adversary.”
He stared at her, nonplussed, and they both burst out laughing at the same time.
“Can’t expect him to get it right every time,” James quipped, but then he sobered. “In all seriousness, Steve’s company has seen a lot of growth over the past years, so I can understand why Martin would hear him out.”
Lyssa cocked a brow. “You’ve been doing your research.”
He gave her a slow nod. “That’s how I know your company is poised to explode sometime in the next few years, even without a cash influx from an investor.”
If only she could afford to wait that long.
“Martin is unnecessary,” James continued. “Especially considering he’ll take a percentage of ownership in exchange for his funds.”
Since confessing her family troubles to him was the last thing she planned to do, she forced a pleasant expression onto her face and rose to stalk toward the door. “I certainly appreciate the business advice, but you’ll understand if I rely on my own instincts when deciding what to do with my firm.”
When she motioned toward the exit, James took her not so subtle hint. He stood and adjusted the lapels on his jacket and, with a polite smile, headed toward the door. But he veered before crossing the threshold, heading instead toward her.
She backpedaled at the look of serious intent on his face. Her back hit a hard surface, and an instant later, his hands braced the wall on either side of her, effectively trapping her in.
“What are you—”
His head lowered to her ear. “I can’t stop thinking about last night.”
A rush of heat flooded her body.
“The feel of your skin,” he murmured, his hot breath kissing her ear. “Your mouthwatering taste.”
Her chest heaved at the imagery his words elicited. His arousing, masculine scent enveloped her, all but hijacking her senses. That must be why she just stood there, resting her head back against the wall, when she should be pushing him away.
“You can’t stop thinking about it either, can you?”
She summoned the courage to lift her hands to his chest. But instead of pushing him away, they just rested there, drinking in his heat. Traitorous hands.
“Stop,” she whispered.
Instead of obeying, he pressed a soft kiss to the pulse beating in her neck. His right hand moved off the wall and slid down the side of her body. She might as well have been naked. His molten touch seared through the thin fabric of her suit.
“James,” she pleaded. Her body refused to obey her commands. Instead of shoving him back, her fingers dug into his chest through his shirt.
“When I was inside you, all I could think about was how amazing you felt.” His hand trailed down to the hem of her skirt and then he was sliding the tight fabric upward, stopping only when it was high enough to reveal her black satin panties. “Like liquid fire, burning me up from the inside.”
Lyssa whimpered when his fingers stroked her through her underwear.
“Remember that, baby?” He nipped at her ear. “How it felt to have me inside you?”
How could she not, especially when her body was still sore from their lovemaking?
Two of his fingers slid beneath the scrap of satin and he let out a rough groan. His hips pressed into her side, giving her a hint of how hard he was beneath his suit.
“You were so wet,” he murmured, the pads of his fingers sliding along her moist folds. “Just like you are now.”
He was right. All it took was a few words about last night and she was dripping with desire for him.
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Happy Friday, everyone! To take you into the weekend, here’s a snippet from Wild Girls Rule:
When she turned back around, she brushed her long, loose hair off her shoulders, the gesture betraying her sudden nervousness. Something about that was truly adorable. They’d been together more times than he could count by now, but it was endearing that there was still a circumstance in which she could be nervous.
“Come here,” he murmured.
A pink flush rose in her cheeks as she walked toward him. But then her eyes gave that familiar devilish glint he’d become so accustomed to these past few weeks, and her lips curved into a smile. “Did you need something else, Mr. Everly?”
Andrew started to frown at her formality, but then he caught on. Blame his mental sluggishness on the hard-on that prevented him from thinking clearly. “You wanna play games?”
She cocked her head to the side, furrowing her brow as if confused by his statement. “I just want to make sure I please my boss.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” he murmured. Hailey might be a lot of things, but timid wasn’t one of them, and that’s exactly what she sounded like right now. To his surprise, her little game made him hot under the collar.
Hailey approached his desk, her fingers trailing suggestively along the edge of the wood. He stifled a groan at the illicit images her soft touch sparked. If anyone had ever told him he’d get turned on by watching a woman stroke an inanimate object, he would’ve laughed his brains out. Yet here he was…aroused beyond belief.
“What do you need, sir?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper that made his dick twitch in his pants.
He pushed back slightly from his desk, splaying his legs out. “I need you to come here.”
Scraping her teeth along her bottom lip, she obeyed, stepping over his leg so she stood within the cocoon of his body. She leaned her pert little ass on the side of his desk, allowing him just the slightest peek up her skirt, and gave him a shy look. “Better?”
“Much,” he rumbled.
“Now what would you like, sir?”
He didn’t say anything, mostly because this game of hers had excited him even more than he could’ve imagined, and he was afraid his voice would come out a squeak. Reaching forward, he gave the knot at her waist a tug. It unraveled, the silky fabric coming undone with agonizing slowness.
Hey everyone, I’m so excited for the release of Wild Girls Rule on Monday, September 29th! I loved writing this series because I got to explore the wilder side of romance. My bad boy billionaires are ruthless businessmen, but in the bedroom they are passionate, rough, and sometimes out of control. Just the way love should be. 😉 Read on for a sexy excerpt:
His shoulders stiffened, but he squared them and turned to look at her straight on. “I owe you an apology for the way I treated you, Hailey. I just…freaked out, I suppose. I’ve never been involved with an employee before.”
“Involved,” she said carefully. “What do you mean by that?”
Andrew sighed and momentarily tilted his head back. “I think you’re an amazing woman, but I’m going to level with you. I’m not looking for anything serious or long-term.”
His words caused a little pinch in her heart, but that was stupid. She’d already told him the same thing.
Don’t be crazy, Hails.
This wasn’t about love or romance. It was about great sex. She needed to remember that.
She could handle that.
“I’m not looking for more, either.” Then, because it needed to be said, she asked, “What are you looking for, Andrew?”
“I don’t know, I…” He sighed, his gaze washing over her. Drinking her in with an intensity that sent a shiver of sinful longing down her spine.
“I just know I want you,” he finished on a whisper.
Oh, god. Those six little words washed over her, making her as wet as if he’d stroked his fingers between her thighs. Or his tongue.
If she had her way, he’d be doing both before the day was through.
Putting all her pent-up lust into her next words, she croaked, “Then take me.”
Her husky words broke the invisible barrier keeping them apart. He strode forward, reaching her in a few short steps.
Dragging her to him, he closed his hands around her ass and lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist. Their mouths found each other, tongues tangling wildly as if battling for dominance.
This was one fight they were both going to win.
Through her haze of lust and passion she barely noted him moving around. Colliding with the coffee table, then gliding past the couch. Her back hit the wall hard, and then, thank the heavens, he was pressed to her front.
His warm hands slid her dress up her thighs while his hard cock pumped intimately against the juncture of her thighs.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” she panted.
“Yeah?” His teeth scraped the sensitive skin on her neck. “Do you know how fucking crazy you’ve driven me this past week?”
“I can guess.” Her fingers tangled in his hair. “As crazy as you’ve made me.”
A rumbling sound came from his throat. “Those short skirts you wear. The way you bend over when you’re standing near my desk…”
“What about it?” she whispered.
He bit down lightly on her collarbone. “You do that on purpose, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped without thinking.
He let out a hoarse chuckle. “I thought so. How do you think I should repay you for all that torture?”
“I…I don’t care. Just don’t stop touching me.”
She should regret even admitting that. Giving him so much power over her. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“I’ll tell you how.” He pushed off the wall with her legs still wrapped around him.
“Whe-where are you going?” she gasped.
His lips found hers, tongue sliding erotically inside her mouth while he walked. A moment later he dropped her onto the couch and then straightened, leaving his hips just above eye level. She lifted her gaze to his. His face was hard with passion.
When his hands dropped to his belt, slowly unbuckling it, her heart raced up her throat.
In a voice thickened with desire, he said, “Now it’s time to pay for driving me wild.”
She sat forward and bit down on her lip. A glimmer of the Andrew she’d discovered in Atlantic City was starting to shine through, and she had to say, she really, really liked it.
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered playfully.
His eyes glittered with lust as he held the belt with one hand, then took hold of both her wrists and started binding them together with the belt. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you deserve.”
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Hey everyone, I’m still gearing up for the September 29th release of Wild Girls Rule (Everly Brothers #1), but I’m also hard at work on getting the second book in the series, Good Girls Don’t, ready to go! I’m so excited about this book, which features James, the middle Everly brother. If you’re into sexy billionaires with a touch of Alpha who love to talk dirty in the bedroom (and out of it), you’ll want to check out this series!
Good Girls Don’t releases on November 17th, and today I have a yummy cover to share.
GOOD GIRLS DON’T (EVERLY BROTHERS #2), 11/17/14
If there’s one thing Lyssa Rivera knows, it’s that good girls don’t do one-night stands. But it only takes a few hours in the company of sexy businessman, James Everly, to change her mind. All she wants is a night of sin with the man who’s admittedly way out of her league. Then she can go back to being painfully, boringly good.
James Everly doesn’t do relationships, not after the horrible example set by his parents. When he meets a luscious, irresistible woman at his favorite bar, he’s more than ready to show her a night of ecstasy, but that’s all it could ever be. He certainly never plans on seeing her again. Yet when he shows up at his meeting the next morning to woo a venture capitalist, he’s shocked to find his competition is the very woman whose bed he just left.
James knows he should stay away. He’s no good at long term, and that’s what a woman like Lyssa deserves. But as the two vie for the investor’s attention, he finds himself struggling to choose between the family business and the woman whose touch makes him burn with desire.