The first book in Stefanie London's new Bad Bachelor series hits shelves March 6th. With lots of humor and heat, this is one contemporary romance you won't want to miss. Read the excerpt below, and you'll see what we mean!
Title: Bad Bachelor
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“Got your eye on someone?”
She ran her tongue across her lower lip. His eyes tracked the movement,
intently following the
half-moon swipe as if his life depended on it. “Chasing a little skirt?”
He smirked. “I’m pretty
sure people don’t say that anymore.”
Darcy’s cheeks burned, but
she tried to hide it with a haughty flick of her ponytail over one shoulder.
“Dodging the question, I see. Nice move, but it won’t work on me.”
“What would work on you?”
He leaned a little closer and Darcy’s brain short-circuited. It would be a
goddamn miracle if sparks weren’t flying out of her ears.
Mayday,
mayday. Brain is down. I repeat: Brain is down.
“Respect. A little
courtesy.”
He frowned. “You think I
don’t respect you?”
“I don’t know if you
respect any of the women you pursue. How can you when all you want is sex?” The
second the words were out
of her mouth, she wanted to take them back.
Reed wasn’t the kind of guy
with whom she should engage in verbal sparring. Not only that, but she was
also starting to wonder
exactly how much her opinion of him was based on what had been spoon-fed
to her. It was easy to see
him as the villain with his hypnotic good looks and commanding charm.
“Why do you think wanting
sex and being respectful are mutually exclusive?”
The question halted her
internal parade of confusion. “I don’t know, actually.”
“Because you’ve been
conditioned to think that once you hand over the keys to the kingdom, you’ve
lost all bargaining power.” His tilted his chin up ever so slightly.
“Women are taught to
believe that once men get sex, they won’t want anything else.”
“Isn’t it true?” She folded
her arms across her chest.
The moment Reed’s eyes
eased down to where her breasts pressed against the low neckline of her
borrowed top, she dropped her hands again. “Do you want anything else from a
woman after you’ve slept with her?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
He inched closer, his head
dipping to hers. The air in Darcy’s lungs stilled, an indignant squeak clogging
the back of her throat as her lips parted. A protest should have shot out of
her, a “no fucking way” aimed squarely in his direction. But her dignity melted
under the fire crackling between them, causing her body to prepare itself for
his kiss.
“You’re not my type,” she
gritted out.
Instead of looking
affronted, Reed threw his head back and laughed. The booming sound cut the
tension
like a knife through
butter.
“What?” she huffed. “Is it
really so hard to believe I don’t find you attractive?”
“Sweetheart, most women
find me attractive. Some just hide it better than others.” His hand came up to brush
a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead.
“For the record, you don’t
hide it. At all.”
“Screw you.” She planted a
hand against his chest and gave him a warning shove.
Mistake. The hard muscle
beneath his crisp, white shirt felt even better than it looked. Her imagination
was already having a field
day filling in the blanks—the smooth skin, the little trail of hair that would
guide her hand down below the waistband of his pants. The hefty weight she’d
feel in her palm.
She resolutely kept her
eyes forward. “I’ll have you know I’m here for someone else.”
“Yes, Five-Star Darren.”
Reed smirked. “I saw him at the bar. You know he’s balding on top, right?”
*
There was something about
Darcy that caused Reed’s competitive streak to flare up. It prickled under his
skin, turning a fleeting thought into a persistent drone. It was the exact
reason he’d come into this bar when he’d spotted Darcy by chance. She’d walked
in with two friends, laughing and smiling in a way she didn’t around him.
Before he’d even given it a second thought, he’d headed into the bar after her,
desperate to see more of Darcy in her natural state.
Then he’d seen Five-Star Darren
too. He didn’t know the guy personally, but he’d trawled through Bad
Bachelors looking at the
guys they’d deemed better than him.
So that’s why she was here?
To chase some guy who’d likely leave her wanting and unfulfilled?
It was obvious she was
attracted to Reed—and not because he believed the drivel he spouted about women
wanting him, but because he could see it plain as day.
Yet she fought it at every
turn.
Her chest rose and fell in
uneven bursts, as though she had to remind herself to continue breathing. Then there
was the fidgeting, the hair flipping, and the tightening of that perfect, pouty
mouth.
“I bet if I kissed you,
that sweet, little mouth would part like the Red Sea.” Satisfaction coursed
through him when her nostrils flared. He dipped his head lower, so he could whisper
right into her ear. “And I bet your hands would curl into my shirt, so you
could hang on for dear life.”
Her breath stuttered in and
out. “You don’t affect me, Reed.”
“Bullshit.”
Defiance rolled off her in
waves.
“Kiss me then,” she
taunted. “You’ll be disappointed with my reaction.”
“I doubt that very much.”
Her eyes widened when she
realized he fully intended to prove her wrong. Shifting, he moved his
body over hers, trapping
her by planting his palms against the wall, one on either side of her. Caging
her
in. Sealing off the exits.
###
Title: Bad Bachelor
Author: Stefanie
London
Series: Bad
Bachelors, #1
ISBN: 9781492655176
Pub Date: March
6, 2018
Genre: Contemporary
Everybody's talking about the hot new app
reviewing New York's most eligible bachelors. But why focus on prince charming
when you can read the latest dirt on the lowest-ranked "Bad Bachelors"—NYC's
most notorious bad boys?
If one more
person mentions Bad Bachelors to Reed McMahon, someone's gonna get hurt. A PR
whiz, Reed is known as an 'image fixer' but his womanizing ways have caught up
with him. What he needs is a PR miracle of his own.
When Reed
strolls into Darcy Greer's workplace offering to help save the struggling
library, she isn't buying it. The prickly Brooklynite knows Reed is exactly the
kind of guy she should avoid. But the library does need his help. As she
reluctantly works with Reed, she realizes there's more to a man than his
reputation. Maybe, just maybe Bad Bachelor #1 is THE one for her.
Stefanie London
is the USA Today bestselling author
of contemporary romances with humor, heat, and heart. Originally from
Melbourne, Australia, Stefanie now lives in Toronto, Canada with her husband.
She loves to read, collect lipsticks, watch zombie movies and drink coffee. Her
bestselling book, Pretend It's Love,
was a 2016 Romantic Book of the Year finalist with the Romance Writers of
Australia. You can visit her at www.stefanie-london.com
Find Stefanie
Online:
Website: https://stefanie-london.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Stefanie_London
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