An all-new romantic standalone novel is coming from Nina Croft on 30 July 2018, and I have a little sneak peek for you. She’s the town’s ‘good girl’, he’s its baddest boy, and their paths cross when he sells her grandmother a Harley!
“I’m not scared of you.”
And the nice thing was—it was true. She wasn’t scared of him. Most of the town treated him like some sort of rabid dog who was likely to turn around and bite them if he got too close. Not Emily. She might be shy, but she was facing up to him, not budging.
“Maybe you should be.” He licked his lower lip, and her eyes followed the movement. She was breathing hard now, whether from temper or something else he wasn’t sure. Time to stoke the flames a little.“Maybe you should do the sensible thing and run right now. Sneak out the back door so you don’t shock the neighbors. Little Miss Sensible spending time with a tattooed ex-con? Shocking. And never going to happen.”
“You think I can’t be shocking? You think I can’t shock you?”
He spread his arms wide.“Do your best, baby.”
She stared at him for a few seconds, her teeth gritted, hands balled into fists at her sides. What the hell was she going to do? He didn’t think she knew herself, but from the look of determination on her face, he was going to find out soon.
She took a deep breath and closed the gap between them. He held himself very still as her hand reached out. For a second her palm splayed on his chest above his heart. Then her fingers curled into the material and she pulled him hard toward her. Her other hand came up and curved around the back of his head and dragged him down.
At first, his mind went blank; he had no clue what she was attempting. She growled in frustration, and he relaxed, allowed himself to be pulled, and she stood on tiptoes and pressed her lips to him. It was a brief kiss, and then she was gone.
“There,” she said.
Oh no. Not that easy.
“That was supposed to shock me? A little peck like that.”
She glared, pursed her lips, then seemed to sag a little.“Okay,maybe I can’t shock you. I should go. I’ve said what I had to say.” She sighed.“But really, I can’t go out there like this. I have oil all over my dress.” She turned slowly and yes, she did have a big black stain over her ass. But he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about that.
“I suppose it’s okay if I try and wash it out?”
He knew from experience that nothing was shifting that stain. But he gave a slow nod and waited for what was to come next. Something, he was sure. And his nerves tingled with anticipation. He hadn’t had this much fun in…he couldn’t remember. His brothers were constantly referring to him as a miserable bastard, and they weren’t wrong. But he didn’t feel miserable right now. He felt twitchy, on edge, excited…
She reached behind her and lowered the zipper.
Then she wriggled out of the dress until it pooled on the floor around her ankles. Leaving her in pale pink silk and lace that covered nothing. She was straight from his fantasies. Tiny waist, curvy hips, slender legs, and the most gorgeous pair of tits he’d seen in eight years. Full and round, and he could see her nipples poking through the lace.
Now what was he supposed to do?