Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

”Time passes by you like a bullet … Don’t doubt yourself, don’t second-guess, don’t let fear hold you back, don’t be lazy, and don’t base your decisions on how happy it will make others. Just go for it, okay?”

For three years, I’ve quietly hoarded Pen Douglas’ books on my kindle, books remaining in the dark, intending to read them, and, regrettably, never doing so UNTIL NOW. Until I decided to finally to bring Penelope Douglas’ words to the light. Until I picked up Birthday Girl and COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN. Until I realized how the power of Penelope Douglas’ words pulled me in—line by line and feel by feel—where they tugged my heart and splashed my soul across the pages. Until I finally realized what I’ve been missing.

BIRTHDAY GIRL… JUST WOW, WOW, WOW! Birthday Girl is the most sumptuous of slow burns, A BURNING INTENSITY felt everywhere! It’s a HEADY HIT of FORBIDDEN PLEASURE that pierces straight to the core. MY BODY TINGLED at the tension that taunted me, holding me in its grasp, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. I ATE UP that angst, every last delicious drop.

Fear and longing, turmoil and need.

We want it, but we know we shouldn’t.

I loved the slow-burning plot that was UTTERLY ENGAGING and paced to perfection. The characters have charisma in spades and were so compelling—drawing me into their story deeply—that I fell hard for them. This melt-worthy hero OWNED me. Pike is a hot god with a heart of gold. So sexy and all alpha. Just YES! Jordan is the perfect pairing with Pike, a beauty who is wise and witty. Their chemistry was palpable and the build-up of their romance had me on edge! I was almost UNGLUED. OH SO GOOD!

”I want you to want me.”

Heart-stopping sexy meets pulse-pounding pleasure in a tale that is TABOO TO THE MAX. Birthday Girl is one SCORCHING HOT HIGH! This forbidden love story is a SLOW SEDUCTION in words. Oh was I wholeheartedly seduced! Hook. Line. Sinker. Penelope Douglas takes you on a tantalizingly taboo, thriller of a ride that bleeds angst and renders you breathless where you’re begging for more Birthday Girl. I was so DRUNK ON BIRTHDAY GIRL. I LOVED EVERYTHING about Birthday Girl, a BANG-UP BOOK! So much LOVE. I. NEED. MORE!

”If I know you want it, too, how will I be able to resist you?”

💋💋💋💋💋 fabulously forbidden kisses

A MUST-READ ROMANCE!

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JORDAN

He took me in when I had nowhere else to go.

He doesn’t use me, hurt me, or forget about me. He doesn’t treat me like I’m nothing, take me for granted, or make me feel unsafe.

He remembers me, laughs with me, and looks at me. He listens to me, protects me, and sees me. I can feel his eyes on me over the breakfast table, and my heart pumps so hard when I hear him pull in the driveway after work.

I have to stop this. It can’t happen.

My sister once told me there are no good men, and if you find one, he’s probably unavailable.

Only Pike Lawson isn’t the unavailable one.

I am.

PIKE

I took her in, because I thought I was helping.

She’d cook a few meals and clean up a little. It was an easy arrangement.

As the days go by, though, it’s becoming anything but easy. I have to stop my mind from drifting to her and stop holding my breath every time I bump into her in the house. I can’t touch her, and I shouldn’t want to.

The more I find my path crossing hers, though, the more she’s becoming a part of me.

But we’re not free to give into this. She’s nineteen, and I’m thirty-eight.

And her boyfriend’s father.  

Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

*BIRTHDAY GIRL is a stand-alone, contemporary romance suitable for ages 18+.

Pike and Jordan get back late from mudding and are hosing off in the backyard.

JORDAN

I drop the hose to my side and drag the fingers of my left hand down his abs, my heart pounding so hard it hurts. They tighten as my nails slide across the muscles, and I’m so afraid to look at him.

This is wrong. I know it’s wrong.

But God, he feels good. I can feel his eyes on me, and every thread of my bra is chafing my skin, and I just want to be bare right now. I want him to see me.

I close my eyes. Oh, God.

“Jordan…” He grasps my hand, and I can hear him breathing hard.

I nod, opening my eyes but still unable to meet his. “I know,” I breathe out. “I’m sorry.”

I’m parched, my eyes sting with tears and I don’t know why, and there’s a need between my thighs that is almost painful.

Slowly, he tips my chin up. I finally raise my gaze, but he’s not looking at me, either. His eyes are cast down, and his brow is pinched in pain. “You’re just out of sorts,” he says quietly. “You miss Cole, and I just happen to be here. It’s okay.”

I remain still, my fingers still on his stomach and his hand still on my chin. His chest moves up and down, and for a moment, I think I’m going to turn tail and run. He’s making excuses for me. An easy one to hide behind. It would make sense I’m feeling lost and in need of someone else to escape into.

But what’s his excuse. I know he looks at me. I know he does it when he thinks I don’t see it, but I do.

My eyes sting, filling with tears. “That’s not why I was apologizing,” I tell him.

I raise my eyes, meeting his, and while I’m afraid, I have to dive. I can’t hold back.

“I’m sorry, because,” I whisper shakily, “this isn’t the first time I wanted you to touch me.”

And his gaze freezes on me.

He holds my eyes, unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest, and I have no idea what’s going through his head right now, but I don’t think I’m sorry. No more excuses that this is about me being distraught over Cole.

The attraction was already there.

He slowly lets his fingers fall from my chin, both of his hands balling into fists, and he clenches his jaw, suddenly looking angry.

On reflex, I take a step back, but I don’t get any farther. Grabbing my waist, he hauls me into him, snaking an arm round me and gripping my jaw in his hand between his thumb and four fingers. I gasp, loving the feeling of his body hard against mine but scared, too, because he looks so mad.

“No,” he growls, baring his teeth and looking at me with fury in his eyes. “Do you understand? It’s not happening. You’re not getting that from me.”

Tears fills my eyes, and I can barely see him anymore as my body shakes with a silent sob.

His arm is like steel around me, and I can feel the heat of his rage coming off his skin.

He shakes me. “You wanna get laid, then you go hunt somewhere else.”

I suck in air and twist away from him, pushing his body away.

He’s right. What am I doing? Why would I do that? I feel so stupid, and I crouch down, quickly gathering up my shirt and shoes.

But I wasn’t imagining it, was I? There was something between us, and it was coming from him as much as from me. Did I just see what I wanted to see?

I want to scream. Tears stream down my face, and he still just stands there, glaring at me.

“Go to your room,” he orders.

I break out in a laugh, the bitter sound dripping with disbelief. “Go fuck yourself!” I stand up, hardening my voice. “I’ll find another bed tonight, thank you. Anyone will do for a slut like me, right?”

I whip around and run for the back door, but he grabs the inside of my elbow and hauls me back into the wall of his chest. I drop my shirt and shoes, and he forces us forward into the wall of the house. I shoot out my hands, crashing into the siding.

Jesus.

I shake, sucking in short, shallow breaths as my heart races and my blood runs hot under my skin.

What the…

He reaches around, taking my face in his hand and his hot breath in my ear. “Don’t threaten me with shit like that. If you want to act like a brat, then maybe you should get grounded like one, huh?”

I almost laugh through the tears drying on my face. “By all means,” I taunt. “I’m dying to see how you try to take control of me. You can’t even get Cole to do his chores, and when was the last time a woman got hot in your bed? You’re not even a man.”

He growls and slams his palm into the house in front of me.

I jump.

And the next thing I know, his hand is in my hair, and my head is being twisted to the side as his lips crash down on mine.

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Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into thirteen languages and include The Fall Away Series, The Devil’s Night Series, and the standalones, Misconduct, Punk 57, and now Birthday Girl. Please look for Kill Switch (Devil’s Night #3), coming later this year, and the standalone, Motel, coming in 2019.

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It’s hard to believe that there have been 17 books in this amazing series. I’ve been reading since right after these books started. I have fallen more and more in love with Brie and her Sir with every single release. We have met some of the most intriguingly divine doms and they have all taken my breath away. From Sir to Noss, from Faelen to Rytsar and all the deliciousness in between, this series has made my heart trip in my chest and made me sigh, sigh, sigh.

Bound By Love is different to for me though. This story seemed to bring everything together. All the struggles, all the unanswered questions… everything was here. The flashbacks, the memories… this wonderful sense of family between Brie, Sir and Rytsar. It was astounding. To see Sir back in his wonderful dominant self and to experience the love that he had for his daughter. No little girl is more loved than Baby Davis. She is special, even down to her name.

And while it may seem that Rytsar is a huge part of this story and he pops in a lot, the truth is that he IS an integral part of the Sir and Brie story. He’s Brie’s knight and protector. He’s Sir’s brother – truer and closer than blood. He should have been in the delivery room. He should care so much for his moye soltnse – his niece, his very sun. Whether they realize it or not, Rytsar is Sir and Brie’s missing piece and watching them together just made my heart so happy. There’s no competition, no animosity, no rivalry for Brie’s love. They both have it and they both know it. It was glorious. It was a bond that nothing and no one could shake. Many had tried – and failed miserably.

This chapter in Brie and Sir’s life was wonderful to be a part of. Sir is still the same sensual, sexy dominant man that he always was but added to that? Fatherhood. And Thane Davis wears it brilliantly. Add also the fact that this man knows with all his heart what he had to lose and how much his wife and family mean to him. For Brie’s part, she is truly a mother but still very much her husband’s submissive. Her bubbly joy tickled me and her passion still knocked me out. She is by far one of my favorite female characters of all time!

There is so much more to Sir and Brie’s story. But not just them. Reading this story and seeing all the many possibilities, I am so excited to continue this journey with these amazing characters! Bravo, Mistress. So very well done!

 

A sexy and intensely romantic tale from USA Today Bestselling Author Red Phoenix

Our Love is Epic…

My name is Brie, and I am a submissive.
This is my HEA.

In a world of kinky passions, I have found true love with Thane.The sex is incredible, the level of passion unreal!

My heart completely melts when I look into the eyes of our baby.

This is the beginning of my happily ever after, but it will be a fight because there are those who seek to destroy it.

It seems my life is fated to reflect the sensual play I crave.
To enjoy the pleasure– I must face the pain.

I am guided down a flight of stairs and taken through the hallway to a set of grand double doors.

The doors open up to a luxurious, multi-roomed suite with an impossibly large canopy bed next to a window overlooking a manicured garden. Everything about this place is over the top.

To contrast against the luxurious surroundings, Sir asks me to strip. I look to my left and see a wall covered in mirrors. As I take off my clothes, I catch a glimpse of my naked body. I bow before him, turned on by the fact he still wears an expensive Italian suit.

I am his, to be used according to his will, and I know from personal experience that his will is kinky and ravenous.

“I will not be the only one you please tonight.”

Rytsar enters the room from one of the adjoining areas. The wicked grin on his face and the bulge in his pants alerts me to the fact he is aroused by what Sir has planned for me.

I have enjoyed quite a few scenes with these two, and look forward to them putting me through the paces. But, we are not alone.

Master Anderson walks in, dressed only in blue jeans and his black Stetson. I bite my lip as I gaze up at his manly chest. He tips his hat to me. He, too, appears to be excited about the evening’s events based on the large erection outlined in his jeans.

So it is to be three-on-one tonight. I am curious how it will play out, considering the impressive size of Master Anderson’s shaft. I start to feel tingles of fear and excitement wondering how much my body will be pushed.

That’s when a fourth man enters the room. I let out a gasp when I see who it is.

I am very familiar with Boa and his shaft, having studied it closely during class at the Submissive Training Center, and then later claimed by it during one of my practicums.

Boa is every bit as challenging as Master Anderson.

I brave glance up at Sir, wondering how much he will demand of me.

“Téa, there will be no safeword tonight.”

My heart skips a beat. We have never played out a scene without a safeword before.

“Do you understand and consent?” he asks.

As always, I have control over what happens next. My curiosity outweighs my fear and I answer confidently, “Yes, Master.”

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I’ve tried very hard to put my feelings into words for this book, and words really do escape me. Everything I could say, anything at all seems inadequate for the story that I finished. I’ve been fortunate as blogger to get to read some amazing stories from some truly talented authors. I’ve seen them take risks, delve into controversy and break glass ceilings. All of these things wrapped in true love stories that melt the heart and affirm that some things are worth fighting for.

Long Shot shattered everything I thought I could feel.

It is raw and at times brutal. Honest. Eye opening. Thought provoking. So very real. It left me in triumphant tears and it made my heart ache. Long Shot was filled with cold hard truths and made me look into places that I never believed I would and examine sports culture in ways that I truly never thought of – the ugly, the violence, the cover ups and money used to make thing simply disappear.

Still, underneath of all the ugly, all the anguish and all the anger there is a beautiful love between August and Iris that I envied and coveted. It was magic from the first glimpse and chemistry that flowed like warm honey. These two were meant to be, even if circumstances were working against them. As time passed and they were separated by more than the miles, the bond between August and Iris still grew stronger and more intense. I have to give it to August.  This man was determined and he stayed true to his heart. Always true to his love for Iris. Even in her lowest of lows, Iris found her light in August. There was no denying that the man wearing number 33 was her center.

Long Shot is one of those stories that will stay in your mind for days after it is finished but has marked your soul for much longer. It is brilliant, an emotional ride that left me swaying. Beautifully written words with fantastic characters who simply breathe their truth. There were moments of sigh worthy romance and fan your face and cross your legs steamy sex. There were moments that I couldn’t read. It hurt too much and felt too big. I always came back. I had to. I would not have missed this for anything.

Congratulations, Kennedy. This was everything and a whole lot more. I could not have missed this. Bravo to you!

A FORBIDDEN LOVE SET IN THE EXPLOSIVE WORLD OF THE NBA…

Think you know what it’s like being a baller’s girl?
You don’t.
My fairy tale is upside down.
A happily never after.
I kissed the prince and he turned into a fraud.
I was a fool, and his love – fool’s gold.
Now there’s a new player in the game, August West.
One of the NBA’s brightest stars.
Fine. Forbidden.
He wants me. I want him.
But my past, my fraudulent prince, just won’t let me go

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“Iris?” August’s frown, the concern on his face, in his voice, remind me where I am. “Baby, you okay?”

I blink down at him dumbly, swallowing my tears, eating my memories whole and digesting a nightmare from long ago. I nod, my lips a cold, wobbly curve.

“Kiss me,” he whispers, his eyes so tender, so intent.

I remember a magical night under the stars, under a streetlight on the eve of greatness. A night filled with laughter and confidences, pregnant with promise. And I see him so clearly, my prince, asking for a kiss.

And I do.

I kiss him like the world might end tonight because I’ll never take this for granted. Not his kindness, when I’ve known cruelty all too well. Not his tenderness, when I’ve been handled roughly in the past. Not his love, when I’ve been possessed and owned and mistreated.

He thaws me with his kiss, my prince, and I melt into him. We’re chest to chest, with August’s number crushed between us. I take his cock in my hand, aligning our bodies, and two become one in a carnal slide of flesh. I anchor myself by my elbows hooked around his neck, and we kiss until I’m dizzy and our breaths tangle in a cloud of bliss. Under the jersey, his palm spans my back, digging into the naked flesh as our hips lock and roll and grind. My body clenches around him, and we pray, we curse, we moan, we mate like our bodies were made for this moment.

Ours is a love that reimagines—that peels back the sky at high noon searching for the stars, collecting them like shells in a bucket. We bathe in stardust, drink from the Milky Way, and dance on the moon. We pierce the firmament, peer into infinity, and tread on time and space. There is no before. There is no after. Now gives birth to forever. This moment may die, but this love never will. Time is not a line. It’s a circle, and we, August and Iris, we stand at the center.

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Kennedy Ryan is a Southern girl gone Southern California. A Top 100 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy writes romance about remarkable women who thrive even in tough times, the love they find, and the men who cherish them.

She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Atlanta families living with Autism, she has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other media outlets as an advocate for families living with autism.

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Sierra Simone has written some absolutely stunning books. Her stories are thought provoking, soul stirring and without fail some of the sexiest reads ever. No one can write a scene quite like Sierra. Sinner is so emotionally riveting, so divine in its approach to God and relationships.

Sierra took on some hefty topics and did them with style, grace and dignity. She shined the light on subjects that so taboo in the African American community – religion, racism, interracial relationships and homosexuality. And while she takes full responsibility for any mistakes that she may have made while writing this book, I have to say this. As an African American woman, this book and everything in it, from Sean’s understanding of satin pillowcases to Zenny’s moment of explaining the realities of being black in today’s society to her love for a man who some may call the enemy, honored me and affirmed that Sierra just plain gets it. She writes this so powerfully that the idea of this taboo interracial affair between a very young and very inexperienced woman who is moments away from becoming a nun and the much older very worldly man who happens to be her brother’s best friend with a mission to corrupt her and make her see that God is a farce ceases to be a black and white issue. It simply becomes a love issue.

Sean Bell is all sex and sinful delights. A millionaire playboy in hand tailored suits. He’s also very complex and very torn in his relationship with God. His tragic past and how the Catholic church played a man in his family’s devastation has remained at a focal point in his life. His devotion to his family and to his work doesn’t leave time for real relationships. He simply doesn’t want to make room for love and then one night changes everything he thought he wanted. Zenny Iverson has a plan for her life – to finish on her own two feet, making her own decisions. That means she will finish college, devote herself to God and act in service of His will. But for one night she simply wants to be Zenny and experience it all – life, love… sex. A chance meeting with a man who has been a part of her life since the day she was born will change her life as well. His attention to her body will awaken her. His devotion to her well being will leave her breathless. Things just got a bit more… doubtful.

There are so many jaw dropping moments in this story. So many tears that I found myself wiping off my face. Revelations that left me stunned and had me reassessing my own faith and beliefs. The sexy in this book is scorching hot. The chemistry felt so real. These two people took up a place in my heart and my soul that I cannot give back even if I wanted to. Beautifully presented, masterfully written. Authentic and honest… at times brutally so. This was a emotional mix of heaven, hell and all the lusty moments in between. So very well done. This is one not to be missed.

I’m not a good man, and I’ve never pretended to be. I don’t believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn’t paid for in advance.

What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18.

They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser.

My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.

Sinner.

“Zenny,” I mumble against her lips, some valiant part of me recognizing that this is far, far beyond the kiss she asked for, and also recognizing that I’m going to come all over the inside of my Hugo Boss suit pants if she keeps it up.  Even through the clothes, I can feel her heat, her shameless rolls hinting at where she goes soft and wet between her legs.

Fuck, I want to see it.  I want to see her pussy. It’s suddenly all I can think about, all I can want or crave, just one glimpse, just a peek.

“I want to see your cunt,” I say hoarsely, lifting my head.

“My…cunt?”  She says the word like she’s never said it out loud before.

“Yeah.”  My voice is so ragged right now, so desperate, and fuck, I’ve never felt this frantic before.  Like I’ll actually combust if I don’t get this one thing, this one small sight of her secret place.

She lets out a shaky breath, her hand dropping from my lapel to her skirt, which she slowly rucks up to her waist as I devour her lips once more, as I bury my face in her neck and kiss every sliver of skin exposed above her collar.  I bite at her ear, at her jaw, my hand finding hers as it pulls her skirt up, so that I’m helping her do it, that we’re doing it together, this forbidden act, this forbidden revelation.

Her forbidden body.

That word, forbidden, spikes through my mind, bringing with it equal spikes of lust and fear.  Because yes, it’s fucking hot that I shouldn’t be kissing her, I shouldn’t be begging to see her most secret place, my hand shouldn’t be covering hers as it slides up her thigh—but it’s also bad.  Bad even for Sean Bell.

Bad, bad, bad.

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When Sinners Kneel by R Scarlett

First off I want to say that PNR is not my usual reading genre. I tend to stay away from it because it really doesn’t do anything for me. HOWEVER, THIS BOOK! It’s BRILLIANT!

Originally, it was the cover and blurb that drew me into this book. Both were amazingly attractive and suddenly the PNR genre didn’t matter to me. So I picked it up and dived in. I was CAPTIVATED people. CAP-TI-VATED! I don’t read PNR but from now on, if R. Scarlett writes it, I’m going to read it!

R Scarlett has weaved one hell of a stunning read with When Sinners Kneel. It was intense and deep and perfect! From beginning to end Beau had his claws in me and never let go, he was incredibly special.

The way this book is written, the way things develop, is just magical.

It’s this kind of book that makes you so happy that you stepped outside your comfort zone. 5 well deserved stars!

Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.

Lex Harvey came to The Pit to find her missing friend. Someone who fights there must have the answers she’s seeking. Instead, she found him. The damage inside her matches the darkness inside him. She’s only eighteen, but the feelings she has for him are as old as time.

Beau Knight should have ruled New York. Falling in love was the beginning of his end. He watched her die and he lost his heart. Now, The Pit is his heaven and his hell. The only place he can be himself.

They’re both beyond fixing. Addicts, with desires humans couldn’t understand.

A soulless man and a souleating girl.

How do you find redemption from your demons when you are one?

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The Coaching Hours by Sara Ney

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

After you go gaga over the four bright and beautiful book covers of Sara Ney’s How to Date a Douchebag series, you’ll notice that each story is as UNIQUE as the color of its cover. Each How to Date a Douchebag story is STUNNING. Each How to Date a Douchebag story strikes like a match, lighting a fire inside you that you won’t want to extinguish as you BURN for the book. Each How to Date a Douchebag story is EVERYTHING!!!

The Coaching Hours is the last HURRAH! This How to Date a Douchebag book is IT!!! You can’t help but love these Douchebags. Sara Ney writes strong heroes and heroines who are as entertaining as they are endearing, and this series-ending story is no exception. The Coaching Hours is the tale of the Iowa wrestling coach’s beautiful and bright daughter and a bet that douchebags make to land her like a coveted prize.

Those douchebags need to learn a lesson. And I’m just the girl to teach them.

This is a story that slowly reveals itself, enshrouding the reader with a little mystery. The Coaching Hours keeps you swimming in a splash of suspense the whole time reading. The twists … just YES!!! A bit forbidden and full of angst, The Coaching Hours bursts with sexual tension that is simply DELICIOUS.

We’ve officially crossed an invisible line we can’t walk over.

This is the story of friends who become more.

A heart is racing but I’m not sure if it’s his or mine.

This is the story of the nice guy finally finishing first. You’ll be rooting for this prince to claim his princess at the end. You’ll SWOON hard for the hero who is hot with a hard body, is as protective as he is passionate, and as sweet as he is sexy. This alpha will make you MELT!!! This so-not-a douchebag but so ALPHA PERFECTION will make you fall in love with him so hard. I LOVED this hero who OWNED ME!!!

”I’m always content to just look at you.”

This hero and heroine are MAGICAL together! I felt their chemistry combust … so hot and heady! I felt their palpable connection. I felt the sensuality smoke through me. I FELT IT ALL!!!

This last How to Date a Douchebag book, The Coaching Hours, MELTED ME!!! Sara Ney delivers a relatable, tension-twisting and heart-hitting tale of unexpected love. The slow burn … the build-up … the delicious sexual tension … just so freaking HOT and HEADY! The Coaching Hours is a BANG-UP BOOK that bleeds the most delicious of drama and angst. This tale tortures with tension and touches with tenderness, and is DOWNRIGHT ADDICTING! I LOVED IT!

We’re playing with fire, and we both know it.

It’s the END … the Douchebags are DONE but I still can’t help but CRAVE MORE! I don’t want to let this humorous, heated, and heartfelt series go! Each tale I’ve fallen for so hard as I love all in different ways. These characters centered around a college wrestling team still feel like family and I’m not ready to bid them farewell. I already miss these Douchebags so much! I don’t want the How to Date a Douchebag series to be over. I’m not crying … you are!!!

”Even surrounded by people, I was alone because I wasn’t with you.”

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 slow burning stars

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THERE ARE NO DOUCHEBAGS IN THIS STORY.

Well, there are, but they’re not who this story is about.
This story is about me—the coach’s daughter.
When I moved to Iowa to live with my dad, the university’s take-no-prisoners wrestling coach, I thought transferring would be easy as pie—living with my father would be temporary, and he’d make sure his douchebag wrestlers left me alone.
Wrong on both counts.

ASSHOLES ALWAYS COME OUT OF THE WOODWORK WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH.

A bet is placed, and I’m on the table. After one humiliating night and too much alcohol, I find the last nice guy on campus. And when he offers to rent me his spare bedroom, I go all in. It’s time for the nice guy to finish first.
Midnight chats and spilling my problems turn to lingering touches. Lingering touches turn to more.
And the ultimate good guy has the potential do more damage than any douchebags ever could.

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