Coming July 29th to Amazon and KU
BRAND NEW BILLIONAIRE, SECRET BABY, STEP ROMANCE.
Quick & Reckless
Book 3, A Quick Billionaires Novel
A steamy secret baby, step romance.
Sometimes being reckless can be a step in the right direction.
Abandoned at the altar, humiliated in front of everyone she knows, Silver Belle (save the stripper jokes, she’s heard them all), flees her wedding determined to erase her ex-fiance from her memory. There’s a soul-mate for everyone? What a joke: there’s obviously none for her. She’s done with love. Done with doing the right thing. So when she meets Warren McAllister, a heart-stopping, drool-worthy Australian, she throws caution—and propriety to the wind—and makes him an outrageous proposal.
Warren’s always up for a challenge, so when a beautiful stranger in a poufy white dress dares him to join her for a weekend of passion to erase her past, he’s more than willing to sign up. Sex is just sex, after all. Only saying goodbye is harder than he expected, and he can’t seem to forget her, even after heading back to Tahiti for work. So when he returns a year later for his mother’s wedding, he’s excited to see Silver, ready for another tryst—and possibly even more.
Though their fling only lasted three days, Warren changed Silver, helped her, healed her. And he captured her heart. However, now she has secrets. Big “baby-sized” secrets that could destroy any possibility of a future together. She can only hope Warren will forgive her.
Excerpt
“Warren … ” she sang.
He put the phone back and ran, actually ran the short distance to the bathroom. But he stopped himself just before she could see him, set his lips into a cocky smirk and then casually rounded the corner.
Well, fuck me. Tonight is going to be a hell of a lot harder than I thought.
His dick throbbed painfully against his pelvic bone.
She was exquisite. Lying there in the bubbles, her hair still pinned up, exposing that luscious neck, her breasts bobbing all soapy in the water. He’d never seen anything so fucking beautiful in his life.
“You rang, m’lady?” he said jokingly. “More peeled grapes? Perhaps a palm frond to fan you with?”
Her eyes drifted up to his from where she’d been staring into the bubbles. “My night you said? My night to take? To get whatever I want?”
His throat bobbed. Where was she going with this? “That’s what I said. That’s what you asked for.”
“Then what I want is for you to get into this tub with me.”
Fuck, she was something.
One sculpted eyebrow lifted on her forehead. “Now.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. His jeans were off and his shirt tossed to the floor in less than thirty seconds. Then he just stood there, hard as fuck, naked as fuck and waiting for her to tell him to get into the water and what to do. He’d never been a submissive before. Never submitted in life, let alone the bedroom, but something about Silver told him she needed this right now. She needed the control. And she’d told him flat out that she wanted to take without guilt. He could give her that.
Her eyes were pinned to his cock. Without lifting her gaze, she ordered him to get in.
He stepped up the tile stairs and then swung his leg over the side. It wasn’t the most graceful entry, but he wasn’t sure there was one. She leaned forward, encouraging him to slip behind her.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. His cock nestled right next to her ass. He had willpower, lots of it, and he was a gentleman, but having those perfect little round mounds knocking his already pulsing dick was going to be absolute torture.
But he did as she wanted and slipped in behind her silky frame. She was small. Smaller than he remembered. The big, poufy Q-tip dress had made her seem so much bigger. But yet now, here, in his arms, she seemed almost doll-like. Long limbs, narrow waist, curvy hips. She was fucking perfect.
With a breathy and feminine sigh, she collapsed her back against his chest. He couldn’t stop himself, and he smelled her hair. Fuck, even that smelled incredible.
“What do you do for work, Warren?” she asked, breaking the silence and startling him.
“You first.”
“I’m a kindergarten teacher.”
Well, if that didn’t make her all the more adorable and sexy. He could just picture her in jeans and a blouse with finger paint on her cheek as she and twenty kids held hands and sang “The Wheels on the Bus” or something.
“You like kids, then?”
“Love them. You?”
“I’ve got nieces and a nephew I like. And my other brother just told me his wife is pregnant.”
“But you don’t want your own?”
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