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Genre: Royalty, Romance, Adult
Available on January 6, 2020:
Royal Playboy, book one in the Playboy Prince duet by USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone, is LIVE!
Synopsis:
Vengeance is best served piping hot.
Prodigal Son. Black Sheep. Playboy Prince.
I've been called lots of things. Merciful is not one of them.
It doesn’t matter what you call me, as long as I get what I want…
What I crave.
And it’s not the crown.
She is the Princess I didn’t see coming. The one I didn’t plan for.
Until her, women came easy.
Until her, I wasn't sure I had a heart. Now that I know, I'll give up anything to have her... Well…almost anything.
Excerpt:
“Trust me, I won’t. I’ve had enough of walking on the wild side.”
I reached for her but stopped before I touched her shoulder, my blood going thick and my voice dropping an octave. “Is that why you’re here? To walk on the wild side?”
Her head reared back. “No. I thought I could do this. But I can’t.” Wiggling a little, she raised her brows pointedly. “A little help, please.”
I muttered a curse and tried to reach behind her without touching her, but no dice. My motions just made another stitch rip. “Why the second thoughts? I’m not your type?”
A strangled laugh escaped her pretty, pink lips. “Really? Someone as good-looking as you are fishing for compliments now? Why don't you tell me why you’re even here to see an escort if all you want to do is talk? I’m at a loss for why. But hey, it’s your prerogative. No judgment.”
I cocked my head. “Somehow, that expression on your face looks an awful lot like judgment. I’ve seen that look on my mother’s face enough to recognize it.” Standing so close, I could see the flecks of green in her hazel eyes. And even better, I could tell that even though she was slim, those curves of hers weren’t enhanced but were enough to overflow my big hands. The evil side of my brain conjured an image of me fucking those honey-brown tits. What colour would her nipples be? Mocha? An even more alluring image replaced it. This one had me fucking her ass cheeks. My cock sliding between the firm, oil-slick globes as I held on tight to her flesh. Fuck! I was a dirty boy. And fuck if I didn't want to show her just how dirty.
I shook my head to rid myself of the image. Release her and fucking find Miriam. She nodded, and her hair brushed my cheek. “Is that why you’re seeing escorts? Mommy issues?”
My muscles went tight as I fought to keep from nuzzling and inhaling deep. God, she
smelled good. “You have a smart mouth for a Yank.”
She glowered at me. “And you have pretty teeth for a Brit.”
She licked her lips again, and the action made my mouth water. I wanted to kiss the sass right off of her. Swaying a little, I said, "I needed Miriam."
"Sorry, you got me instead. And since you don’t want to talk—"
I studied her intently as both hands reached behind her. With my body pressed flush
against hers, my fingers worked the material over the hook. “Who said I wanted to talk to
Miriam?”
Jasmine immediately attempted to flatten herself into the wall, but unfortunately for both of us, all she managed to do was trap my hands and bring our bodies closer together. I frowned and halted momentarily. "I'm not—" I shook my head. "I wouldn't hurt you"
"Isn’t that what the praying mantis says just before biting off the head of its mate?" Despite her question, she relaxed again.
The corner of my lips tipped up in a sardonic smile as I resumed my extrication. "Consider it foreplay"
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