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RETURN OF THE BAD BOY
Second Chance #4
Jessica Lemmon
Releasing April 26th, 2016
Forever
He's a mess...
Asher Knight has three constants in his life: music, beautiful women, and a
bottle of Jack. He lives for the next gig, the next city, and dreams only of a
life spent in front of an arena full of screaming fans. But Asher's nomad ways
come to a sudden stop when he learns he's the father of a three-year-old from a
past relationship and suddenly this rock star bad boy is forced to put down roots.
Only she can clean up
Gloria Shields is no one's fool. Sure, the sexual chemistry between her and
Asher has always been intense, but she'd never risk giving her heart to a man
who has a perfect record for breaking them. Except the man desperate to make
things right with his newfound son is nothing like the rock god she's guarded
her heart against for years. And it isn't long before she starts to wonder if
life with this bad boy might be the best thing that's ever happened to
her.
Asher Knight has three constants in his life: music, beautiful women, and a
bottle of Jack. He lives for the next gig, the next city, and dreams only of a
life spent in front of an arena full of screaming fans. But Asher's nomad ways
come to a sudden stop when he learns he's the father of a three-year-old from a
past relationship and suddenly this rock star bad boy is forced to put down roots.
Only she can clean up
Gloria Shields is no one's fool. Sure, the sexual chemistry between her and
Asher has always been intense, but she'd never risk giving her heart to a man
who has a perfect record for breaking them. Except the man desperate to make
things right with his newfound son is nothing like the rock god she's guarded
her heart against for years. And it isn't long before she starts to wonder if
life with this bad boy might be the best thing that's ever happened to
her.
“Listen,
Asher”—she cleared her throat and tore her eyes away from his biceps, which
were absolutely delicious and testing the limits of his T-shirt in the most
distracting way possible—“I don’t know what you think you’re doing—”
“No,
you listen.” He palmed her hip much like Brice had earlier, but unlike Brice,
when Asher touched her, her nipples perked up and every inch of her grew warm.
Asher’s nearness, one hand gripping her firmly as he looked down at her with
dark hunger in his eyes, was so hot she couldn’t think.
The
crowd milling around them were having loud, drunken conversations, so he
lowered his face to her ear to speak.
“I’m
coming for you, Sarge.” His hand moved from her hip to her lower back, his
fingers splaying wide and slipping beneath the material of her shirt. “Bet
you’ve never had anyone come for you, have you?” His nose moved along her ear,
warm breath tickling her skin. “Bet you were a rebellious teen with a nose ring
and a bad attitude and all you wanted was to feel good.”
No
nose ring, but the rest was scarily accurate.
“Well,
guess what, honey?” he continued, his fingertips sizzling on her bare skin.
“I’m going to make you feel good. I’m the only one who can.”
He
pulled his face away and she had to will her mouth to close. Her teeth clacked
together as her brain scrambled to figure out what part she should argue with
first. Wrenching a fist around his T-shirt, she tugged him close. A small smile
played on his mouth, and his hand went higher beneath her shirt. He was
anticipating a kiss, but she wasn’t going to kiss him.
“Listen
up, you arrogant bastard.” Anger vibrated through her arms and a charge shot
from her toes to the crown of her head. “You don’t get to claim me. I’m not your property. I can do whatever I want.” Because
she wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, she added, “And I can do whomever I want.”
His
lips flinched, but he didn’t back away, stepping even closer and touching the
tip of her nose with his. Her vision was now swimming in dark hair, dark eyes,
and the sexiest smirk she’d ever seen.
It’s not sexy. It’s stupid,
remember?
But
it wasn’t. And the rest of her knew it. Her nipples tightened, her body
tingled, and the hand she’d wrapped around his shirt began to sweat…
“You
do me, Sarge. No one else,” he said.
“I’m
not”—she had to swallow around a very dry throat to finish—“doing you.”
“Brice
McGuire doesn’t know how to make your body sing. I do.” He slid his nose along
hers and moved his hand from her back to her hair. She shivered. “Want me to
make your body sing, Sarge?”
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A former
job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband
and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust
in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be
found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips.
She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help,
you can create the life you want.
job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband
and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust
in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be
found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips.
She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help,
you can create the life you want.
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