Love isn’t what’s happening here.
I’m a determined man who knows what I want and how to get it and that doesn’t involve letting a woman under my skin.
I’ve got rough edges and one heck of a wall around my heart, and for a damn good reason.
Falling was never in the plan.
The man drives me insane, in the best of ways. His seductive charm promises lured me in, and his promises are what kept me coming back for more.
We had an agreement.
Passion, fun and the best part? No strings attached.
But all too soon, trouble comes knocking and our pasts come back to haunt us. My safety is his priority and winning his heart is mine. If only he would realize things between us are a lot more than just a tease.
This is book two in one of my best-selling series. I have had readers request translations. New releases tend to rank below 15k on Amazon if not even lower and I run ads on my back list often.
I don’t do dinner and dates. But I’ve convinced myself that that’s not what we’re doing anyway.
We’re all friends here. Hanging out – catching up. Except, Rhys and KJ are seated across from us, lost in their own world of sexual tension while I try to break the awkwardness that’s taken up space between Zoey and I.
This isn’t me, but Zoey Daniels has had me doing things differently since the word go.
Getting to know each other for months and plotting on how to get her best friend to somehow reconnect with mine, for some insane reason that Zoey refuses to tell me – yet? I feel like things should be going a lot smoother than they are right now.
“So much for hanging out with our friends,” she mumbles and takes another drink of her sweet tea. The faint hint of jealousy lingers in her words.
“Seems like Rhys has her pretty well occupied.” I laugh as my friend and partner torments his girl more. “You could be a little more friendly to your company,” I poke.
“Fuck you. This was your idea anyway,” she snaps back and my dick twitches.
Leaning in I growl in her ear, “I had every intention of fucking you, you’re the one who passed out on me.”
Her face flushes, and she squirms in her seat. “I don’t even like you.”
“I think we already established that’s a lie.” I reach for a lock of blonde hair that’s fallen over her shoulder and twirl it around my fingers. “You wouldn’t have kept texting me all this time if you didn’t at least like me, blondie.”
When she continues to ignore me, I try to change tactics.
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Italian
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Translated by Stefy Ma
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Portuguese
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Translated by Juliana Chiavagatti Grade
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Spanish
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Translated by Alicia Rodriguez
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