One night and too much tequila might change their lives forever.
BAD BOYS AFTER DARK: DYLAN
Bad Billionaires After Dark #2
Melissa Foster
Releasing Dec 21st, 2016
World Literary Press
Sinfully sexy bar owner Dylan Bad
has a thing for needy women. He’s a savior, a knight in shining armor, and his
mighty talented sword has no trouble bringing damsels in distress to their
knees. Enter Tiffany Winters, a gorgeous cutthroat sports agent who looks like
sex on legs, fucks like she’s passion personified, and wouldn’t let a man help
her if she was hanging onto a ledge and he was her only hope. One night and too
much tequila might change their lives forever. The question is, will either one
survive?
Don't miss the BAD who started it all!
With
her phone pressed to her ear, Tiffany Winters ducked out of the rain and into
the Kiss, an eclectic Manhattan bar, to return calls and take care of a
mountain of text messages that had piled up during her dinner meeting. She
listened to her client’s wife explain why she didn’t want her husband traveling
too often to endorse a hotel chain Tiffany was planning on pitching to him next
week. Her client had already nixed any mention of his family in the
advertisements, and reducing his travel would make it an even harder sell.
“I hear your concern, Allison,” she said as she sat on a
barstool. “If you and Matt decide this isn’t the right thing for your family,
we’ll turn our efforts in another direction.” As a sports agent, dealing with
significant others was part of the job, a part Tiffany enjoyed and other agents
rued. Sure, some wives assumed their husband’s success granted them the power
to be overly demanding. Ass kissing was part of the game.
Sometimes she wished she could give the meeker wives lessons in how to be
tough. Teach them to have balls as big as their husbands’ and come right
out and say what they meant instead of beating around the bush with bullshit
hypotheticals. She reminded herself often that not every woman grew up in
a testosterone-laden house with two competitive older brothers and a father who
won the Heisman in college and went on to play pro sports—a house where mincing
words didn’t cut the mustard.
“You missed the wedding.”
The deep male voice drew Tiffany’s attention from her phone
call to the fine specimen of a man standing behind the bar. He looked like he’d
just stepped off a Hot Guys in Suits Pinterest page. His tie hung loosely
around the collar of his white dress shirt, which was open three buttons deep,
revealing a smattering of dark chest hair, a rarity nowadays, when so many men
manscaped every inch of their bodies. Tiffany preferred a man to look like a
man, which included hair in all the right places. His sleeves were rolled up to
his elbows, exposing heavily corded forearms, and his jacket hung casually from
two fingers over his left shoulder. Her fingers itched to send the last few
buttons—and that jacket—flying to the floor. The guy’s chiseled jaw and dark
eyes were movie-star classic, and his dark hair was thick enough to hang on to.
She’d had a long, hard day, and he looked like he could provide a long, hard,
pleasure-filled night.
Perfect.
Holding his gaze, she spoke into the phone as he laid his
jacket across the bar, giving her the impression he wasn’t the bartender, but
rather a guest who’d happened to wander back there. “Allison, I’ll see what
else I can come up with and get back to you. Right. Okay, hon. Thank you.”
After ending the call, she responded to the stud behind the bar. “Wedding? Who
gets married at a bar?”
“My brother, for one.” He nodded across the room to a group
of men and women who were holding their glasses up in a toast.
She zeroed in on one she recognized as her tall, dark
colleague. “Mick Bad is married?” The high-powered attorney was a
workaholic like her, and he’d been unattached two months earlier, when they’d
worked together on a deal for one of her clients. She’d never understand
couples who claimed to fall in love practically overnight. Love was a crutch
for weak people who needed someone else to lean on. Except Mick Bad had never
needed anyone to lean on. She wondered if his new bride was pregnant.
“The one and only.” Hot guy’s eyes took a long, luxurious
stroll down her body, lingered on her breasts, then roamed north, hovering
around her mouth, before finally meeting her gaze. He flashed a wolfish grin
full of sinful promises.
“Dylan Bad at your service.”
Pushing thoughts of her newly married colleague’s expedient
nuptials aside, she focused on his very available brother. A definite
player, which was fine with her. She had no time—or interest—in anything
but a quick hookup, and the six-two or -three stud had already shot to the top
of tonight’s fantasy list.
“What’s your pleasure?” he asked with more than a hint of
innuendo.
You. Naked, with your head buried between my legs, to start.
“Surprise me.” She watched him turn to prepare her drink and
checked out the way his dark slacks hugged his perfect ass. It had been a long
time since she’d found a man this attractive. But Mick Bad’s
brother? That spelled trouble.
Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA
Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and
heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance, and women's fiction with
emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the
last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic, perfect beach
reads, and always family oriented.
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Digital Copies of MICK: BAD BOYS AFTER DARK Book One
Thank you so much for featuring DYLAN!! Have a wonderful holiday!
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