by: Gina L. Maxwell
Series: Playboys in Love
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2016
Publisher: Entangled Publishing ~ Scorched
People say I’m shameless. They’re right.
I like my work dirty and my sex even dirtier. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and dancing as a private stripper for horny suburbanites doesn’t even register. Neither does hooking up with them afterward whenever the mood strikes—it’s one of the bennies of the job—but it’s always a one-and-done. I don’t do repeat performances. Ever.
Until I meet the one girl in all of Chicago not interested in dry humping my junk. She’s all I can think about, and that’s a problem, because I made sure she wants nothing to do with me. But I’ve seen her deepest secrets, her darkest fantasies, and they match mine to a fucking T.
I want her. Bad.
Now I need to show her how good it can feel…to be shameless.
Grabbing the wrench, I settle onto the floor and get into a position to throw my weight behind it. I clamp it on to the pipe and start pushing. Shit, it’s really on there good. The wrench moves a tiny bit, but it’s not because the nut loosens. The tool is turning on the nut itself, losing traction, and stripping the outside of it. I release the pipe and try it from the left side. Pulling it toward me, I try keeping the balance between torque and finesse so I won’t strip the nut.
Slowly…so slowly…it gives way, loosening a hair more every few seconds. I hold my breath and grit my teeth, and though I’m not a praying kind of guy, I may even toss up a literal Hail Mary in hopes it’ll do some good.
Finally, the nut comes free, and it’s as if the opposing team in a game of tug-of-war counted to three and let go all at once. I almost land flat on my back but manage to catch myself at the last second. I must’ve jostled her laptop because I hear it whir to life, and a second later the screen lights up on a webpage titled “Lose the Loser and Fix Your Own Sink: a How-To Guide for the Independent Woman.”
Bull’s-eye. I chuckle and shake my head. I’d been dead-on, and having it confirmed is an entertaining pat on the back. One thing that being a stripper has taught me is how to read women. Put me in a room of two dozen women, and just by watching them for five minutes, I can point out things about each of them that typically only their friends and acquaintances will know—their personalities, their likes and dislikes, and sometimes even their habits. It’s a talent that’s come in handy more times than I can count.
I grab the top of the laptop to shut it, but the screen switches from helpful guide to a frozen image of a naked man fisting a woman’s hair as he gags her with his cock.
What. The. Fuck.
How the hell did that even happen? At first I think I might’ve clicked an ad that opened up the popular site, Porn Hub, but the only thing I touched was the very top with my thumb—
Oh, no way. Testing my theory that her laptop is the kind with a touchscreen, I poke at the center, and the video comes to life, thankfully with the sound muted.
Holy shit, I was right. Which means I’d accidentally opened up one of the tabs in Jane’s browser.
And that means one very important thing: Jane watches porn.
And not just any kind of porn, I realize as I scroll through her browsing history. She watches the rough-as-fuck, choke-me-with-your-cock, call-me-your-slut kind of porn.
Someone alert the media that Hell has officially frozen over. Because I think I’m in love.
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Give me bad boys or give me death! Okay, maybe bad boys aren’t quite as necessary that I’d take death as an alternative, but I definitely prefer a bad boy over any other kind of hero. And now I’ll tell you the because-why.
The great thing about bad boys is that you can have different kinds. It’s like that part in Monsters, Inc. where Sully asks the Abominable Snowman if there are any kids in the local village. “Oh, sure. Tough kids, sissy kids, kids who climb on rocks…” (And now you know what one of my favorite Pixar movies is.) It’s the same with bad boys. You can have rock star bad boys, military bad boys, bad boys who like to cook… The possibilities are virtually endless.
But no matter what the bad boy’s background, profession, or hobby, they all have to have certain characteristics that get them the qualifier of “bad” in front of their “boy.” This is where I morph into The Most Interesting Man in the World… (and hope I don’t get sued)
I don’t always write about bad boys, but when I do, I make sure they:
1. Never Smile Big. At least not in the beginning. A bad boy has a lot of emotional intimacy issues, which generally means he doesn’t want the world to know how he’s really feeling. That means, even if the heroine says something funny or does something that amuses him to no end, he won’t give in to the temptation to smile from ear to ear. He’ll hide it behind a smirk. Again, there are several kinds he can choose from: cocky smirks, smug smirks, wicked smirks, smirks that condescend… You get the picture. The big smiles come later when he’s helpless to fight his reactions to the heroine. Once he gives her that unguarded, brilliant display of pearly whites, we know he’s a total goner.
2. Have Specific Body Language. Bad boys do a lot of things like crossing their arms over their chests, leaning a shoulder against the doorway with ankles crossed, running a hand over the scruff on their jaw. They move in ways that show they are a) tense/on edge/on guard, b) relaxed/don’t have a care in the world (even though they do), or c) intimidating/forces to be reckoned with. And it works best when you use extremes. For instance, I would never have my bad boy just sit on a couch. He’s either going to be leaning forward with his forearms braced on his knees (on edge/intimidating), or leaning against the cushions with knees spread and his arms resting along the back (no f*cks to give).
3. Act Protective and Possessive. These guys are the ultimate cavemen. Even if it takes them damn near the entire book to admit just how truly sunk they are for their woman, their instincts will shout Mine! from the very beginning. And God help anyone who messes with her. She might not need to be saved, but that doesn’t mean he still won’t try.
4. Deny, Deny, Deny…Then Fall Fast and Hard. The best part about a bad boy who thinks he’s untouchable when it comes to love is yanking that rug out from under him. There are two ways you can do it: hit him over the head with it right in the beginning and then let him spend most of his time avoiding all thoughts of the “L” word, or allow him to stay in denial as he keeps insisting that the relationship is nothing more than physical until about 2/3rds of the way through the book when he gets hit with the “Holy shit, I’m in love” moment like the Acme anvil falling on Wile E. Coyote. Either way, it’s fun for the whole family. And by family, I mean you.
So there you have it! Gina’s sure-fire recipe on how to make a bad boy. Drool responsibly, my friends. (wink)
~ G
This year, she’s excited about releasing her brand new series, Boston Heat, featuring ex-Army Rangers-turned-firefighters, as well as the scorching Playboys for Hire series with erotic novellas about part-time strippers who are full-time sexy.
When she’s not reading or writing hot romance novels, she spends her time losing at Scrabble (and every other game) to her high school sweetheart and doing her best to hang out with their teenagers before they fly away.
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Sounds like some very spicy books
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Shameless! I love the cover and sound of it!
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DeleteI know!!! I can't wait to read this book. Thanks for stopping by.
I'm most excited to read Fighting for Irish! :)
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