by
Andie J. Christopher
Pub
date: 4/18/2017
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
No
boundaries.
Bartender
and aspiring painter Maya Pascual loves turning up the heat. And
dumping a vodka-and-karma chaser on the man who broke her heart is
perfect Bronx girl payback. But how can she resist when Miami playboy
prince Javier Hernandez begs to make it up to her. . .
No
regrets.
Between
his disastrous personal life and his wealthy family’s meddling,
Javi needs to get back on track. The only thing that’s certain is
his passion for Maya. If she’ll just let him show her how sorry he
is, maybe he can move on and start fresh. But one look in her
gorgeous eyes and he knows letting her go will be easier said than
done.
No
rules.
Maya
agrees to one dinner with Javi. But as their attraction threatens to
combust, she wonders if a night of no strings, no repeats surrender
is the only way burn off their desire once and for all…. Unless the
light of day reveals it’s impossible to let go.
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The last year of
living like a monk with benefits hadn’t been all bad. Gradually, he’d started
repairing his relationships and noticing the people around him again.
Maybe he just
needed more alcohol to get in the spirit of things. He sent a text to the
manager, telling him to send up a bottle of Dom for the girls along with more
vodka for the other people they’d invited to join them.
He flinched when
Yvette sauntered over and straddled his hips. Her black dress crept up until he
could see that she wasn’t wearing panties. They were concealed by the table, so
she wasn’t about to flash anyone. But people would see them and make
assumptions.
He used to like
this club because of the private alcoves where he could indulge in any sort of
vice he desired. That way he never had to kick anyone out of his condo in the
light of day.
Yvette rolled her
sinewy body against him and her friend sat next to him, her fingers grazed the
front of his pants on their way to making this whole scene too X-rated for the
birthday party at the next VIP table.
He moved Yvette
off his lap. She didn’t miss a beat and kissed her friend. Javi ran his fingers
through his hair in an attempt to look slightly less debauched.
He should have
gone home when the potential client left. But he hated being alone.
Coming out with
Yvette and company hadn’t fixed that. Even in a crowded club with two women
making it clear that they expected to fuck him, he felt empty inside. He
finished another drink and considered pouring another one. He bought the
bottle, why not drink it dry and bang two models? That’s what he’d always done
before.
Javi shook his
head and poured a shot. The bottle empty, he tapped his fingers on the table,
willing his order to show up faster.
He needed to
fuck. And soon. When he was inside someone else, he could stop thinking about
her and how badly he’d messed up. For a few minutes, sometimes a few hours, he
could forget what a shit he was. His head was crowded with regrets and voices
from the past that he needed to stay silent.
But he just
wasn’t interested in any of his present options.
He considered
Yvette and her friend—he remembered now, Lauren— for a long second before fully
abandoning the idea of leaving with them. He didn’t need to wake up the next
morning with a dry mouth and two people who didn’t care about him. His hiatus
from fuckery was about to become permanent.
Right then, he
decided to settle up the bill and leave.
Andie
J. Christopher writes edgy, funny, sexy contemporary romance. She
grew up in a family of voracious readers, and picked up her first
Harlequin romance novel at age twelve when she’d finished reading
everything else in her grandmother’s house. It was love at first
read. It wasn’t too long before she started writing my own
stories—her first heroine drank Campari and wore a lot of Esprit.
Andie holds a bachelor's degree from the University of Notre Dame in
economics and art history (summa cum laude), and a JD from Stanford
Law School. She lives in Washington, DC, with a very funny French
Bulldog named Gus.
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