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RULE YOU – VEGAS KNIGHTS BOOK 3
I like ice in my whiskey and virgins on their knees.
Sly
Aside from my whiskey collection and back-alley brawling, virgins are my secret guilty pleasure. People can judge me all they want, but I don’t care. Not when I was the street rat they walked by with their noses turned up. Not when I had to talk with my fists to stay alive.
My life on the streets made me what I am today.
Cold.
Heartless.
Callous.
A sadistic bastard.
It all plays out in my bed, and the world can’t get enough of it on stage. They just don’t know that I was all of that and more, long before I decided to hide behind this image.
Then I meet Emmy.
The only thing hotter than her tempting curves and mile long legs is her smart mouth that was made for sin. And when I find out she’s a virgin, it’s game over. Emmy belongs in one of two places: in my bed or on her knees. I’m supposed to keep my distance. Because of who she is, I shouldn’t cross the line, but she’s the thing I desire most.
I just hope she realizes there won’t be a happy ever after with me.
You can’t fall in love when there’s venom where your heart should be.
Authors’ Note: Rule You is a full length steamy standalone romance with no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a happy ever after ending. Each book in the Vegas Knights Series can be read in any order. Trigger Content Warning: Contains sensitive, potentially polarizing topics, and emotionally dark story elements that may be disturbing to some readers. Intended for 18+ readers.
Excerpt
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered.
Reaching up, I rubbed at my eyes, certain that what I saw in front of me wasn’t really there.
But when I lowered my hands, sure enough, the naked woman locked in some sort of weird yoga pose was still there…yoga-ing.
Naked.
Completely naked.
Her seriously tight ass was thrust up in the air at me and tired as I was, confused as I was by the entire thing playing out in front of me, my dick stood up and took notice. I could see the folds of her pussy and dark blonde hair.
I was about two seconds away from having to adjust myself when she straightened in a slow, fluid movement and thrust her arms high overhead, her slim back arching.
She had pale blonde hair, thick streaks of pink and blue—
Shit.
The hot little not-caterer I’d seen at Angel’s baby shower almost two weeks ago.
Just as recognition hit, she shifted her pose again, turning.
Our eyes locked, my green with her blue-green, and her mouth dropped open.
The music deafened me to anything she might say, but I didn’t need to hear her to know what she’d just said.
Her mouth—a very perfect mouth—formed the words What the fuck?
Me, I’ve never been one to show much shame for anything and she was the one doing yoga naked in my best friend’s apartment. I lowered my gaze to her tits and stared.
They were damn near perfect tits, too. Apple-sized, topped with dark, pert nipples that made me want to bite them. Under my gaze, those nipples stiffened, although I didn’t immediately assume it was because she was feeling the same punch of heat I felt.
No, all sorts of things caused that reaction and judging by the way she snapped to rigid attention, her small fists falling to her sides as she straightened, anger was behind that telltale reaction.
Idly, I decided it was a good thing that men didn’t get hard-ons when they got pissed, the way a woman’s body might cause her nipples to tighten like this pretty lady’s were doing. I’d end up spending half my life fighting down an erection if that were the case.
She glared at me as she strode over to the couch and grabbed something. Sadly, it was a shirt. As she jerked it on over her head, I got another look at the curls between her thighs—a front view this time—and I had no doubt that pale blonde hair on her head was natural.
A split-second after I decided that, the music cut out and I looked up to see her holding a remote in her hand.
“Thanks for that,” I said. “I was about ready to drill a hole in my head to make it stop.”
She pursed her lips, a prissy, uptight look that was entirely too appealing. But hell, I’d just seen her naked. She could tell me to kiss her ass and I’d be intrigued.
“You frequently go around ogling strangers?” she demanded.
“Nah, only when they’re naked and doing yoga in my best friend’s home.” I paused, then added, “I assume Mac knows you’re naked and doing yoga in his home.”
She didn’t strike me as crazy, but one never knew.
She sniffed, that prissy look settling back on her face. “Considering the fact that I’m currently staying here, I don’t think he minds if I’m doing yoga.”
“Naked yoga?” I fired back. She was staying here? Who the fuck was she to be staying with Mac? “You a friend of Angel’s?”
“No. I’m her cousin.” She fluffed her hair and I noticed that the pink still hadn’t faded from her cheeks.
Well, shit.
My dick slowly started to deflate.
I had few rules when it came to sex, but I didn’t fuck women who were connected to my friends.
available on Amazon/Kindle Unlimited. Will be made available on other platforms in winter 2019