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Stories from:
1. Gennifer Albin
TEACHING ROMAN
2. Evangeline Anderson
THE ACADEMY
3. Avery Aster
LOVE, LEX
4. Jamie Blair
LOST TO ME
5. Opal Carew
TAKEN BY STORM
6. Marisa Cleveland
ACCIDENTAL BUTTERFLY
7. Carey Corp
THE HALO CHRONICLES:
THE GUARDIAN
8. Julie Cross
LETTERS TO NOWHERE
9. Jen Frederick
UNSPOKEN
10. Rachel Higginson
BET ON US
11. Tamara Mataya
THE SOWING
12. Dawn Rae Miller
CRUSHED
13. Julie Prestsater
BEFORE SOMEDAY-PART
ONE: THE WAIT
14. Becca Ritchie & Krista Ritchie
KISS THE SKY
15. Lynn Rush
FROSTBITE
16. C.L. Stone
LIAR: THE SCARAB
BEETLE SERIES: #2
LOST TO ME, Jamie Blair
Thunder
rumbled and shook the house. The rain picked up again, falling in sideways
sheets that blew through the balcony doors. A few cool drops landed on my legs,
sending shivers through me. Kolton got up and closed the doors.
With his
face silhouetted in the candlelight’s flicker, he took my breath away. He
grinned. “What?”
“Nothing.”
I picked up
the dice and rolled as he lay back down on the bed. Under his t-shirt, the
muscles in his chest and arms shifted, as he got comfortable with my pillow
again. An overwhelming urge to run my hand over his chest made me shut my eyes
for a second. My lips tingled with anticipation of feeling his again. I wanted
to chuck the game onto the floor and grab him.
But, I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
When his
eyes captured mine, I knew he would.
“You win,” he said, and shoved the
game pieces off the board. He took my arm and led me over to him, rolling onto
his back and scooting under me. “Lure me up here and make me play games with
you.” He shook his head, smiling.
FROSTBITE (Touch of Frost #1), Lynn
Rush
“You barely know me, Zach.” And I was
so the wrong girl. He just didn’t
know it.
“I’m trying to get to know you. You
won’t let me.” His dark eyebrow quirked up, and his dimple flared as he offered
me his totally addicting half-smile.
He was
right, though. So trained to stay protected I’ve pretty much forgotten how
to…be. So controlled. So…
I inched
closer, which probably looked ridiculous as I scooted across the sand, but if I
was going to take a chance, Zach was going to be that chance.
His eyes
widened, and he leaned forward as his grip on my hand tightened. Despite the
sand mixed in with our hands, his warmth still crept up my arm. But it also
left a trail of goosebumps.
Do. Not. Freeze. Him.
I drew in a breath, then pushed that last inch separating
us. My reward was the softest pair of lips. The contact, as light as it was,
sent a shockwave through my chest, rattling down my spine.
CRUSHED, Dawn Rae Miller
Calista
pounces on my lap, but not before messing up my hair. Her wild curls tickle my
skin and smell like chlorine. Like summer.
It’s so hot.
The sun beats on us. I want to go back under the umbrella, but she won’t let
me, so I nuzzle her neck and tell myself to remember this. The smell of
sunblock and the weight of Calista pressed against me. In a week, we’ll be back
at Harker, and Cal and I will go on like we always do: friends but nothing
more.
With sure fingers,
I tug on the strings of her bikini top and it falls off.
She giggles
and tosses it aside. I cup my hands over her firm tits. The camera she set up
clicks. Keeps clicking as we fall backward onto the chaise, not talking.
Every breath
I take mirrors hers, and our naked torsos move in unison. My eyes close, and I
focus on the feel of her hands on my skin. They leave sparks of electricity in
their wake.
A lazy smile
stretches across her face as she lifts my hand to her lips and sucks on the
tips of my fingers.
My body
explodes with fire. She notices and traces her fingers lower, teasing me. I
close my eyes again and inhale deeply. One breath. Two breaths. Three.
Calista
rolls off me and kneels next to my elbow. She lays her head on the edge of the
chaise and bats her blue eyes.
I should
stop her, but I don’t. I never do.
THE ACADEMY, Evangeline Anderson
That night I
changed in the closet as usual and skipped the evening shower time before RLO.
North made a comment about how I would start to stink if I kept this up but I
ignored him and tried not to watch when he casually disrobed in preparation for
his own shower. I couldn’t help noticing, though, how broad his shoulders were
and how muscular his back was. And when he came back to the room, his dark
blond hair slicked back and beads of water dotting his chest, I admit I looked
a little longer than was proper.
Luckily for
me, North seemed oblivious to my scrutiny. We said goodnight and crawled into
our respective beds after he turned out the light.
Then I
waited.
And waited.
And waited
some more.
Finally I
heard the tiny chirrup of my chronometer and knew it was time. Slowly, being
careful not to make a sound, I slipped from beneath my covers. Reaching under
my bed, I got my towel which was rolled into a tight cylinder and found the
tiny shampoo pellet I’d hidden there earlier—one of the few luxuries I’d
brought from home.
Moving as
silently as a mouse, I crept to the door, put my hand on the knob and—
“That’s a
really bad idea, you know.”
North’s
soft, deep voice from the darkness startled me so much I nearly screamed. I
turned slowly to see him sitting up in bed, his tiny handheld light
illuminating his face.
“What are
you talking about?” I tried to sound sleepy and cross. “I’m just going to use
the fresher. I had too much fruit drink at dinner.”
“Liar.
You’re going to try and sneak a shower.” North frowned at me. “But now isn’t a
good time.”
“Why not?” I
demanded, too exasperated to lie anymore. “It’s past midnight—everyone should
be asleep.”
“You’d think
so, wouldn’t you?” he said dryly. “But they’re not. The dorm monitor never goes
to bed before one AM and he always makes one more round of the freshers before
he turns in. If he catches you out after RLO for any reason other than to take
a quick piss, you’ll get licks. Not to mention the fact that Broward could show
up at any time and catch you naked and alone—not good.”
I felt the
most unladylike urge to swear. Instead I bit my tongue until I tasted a faint
coppery hint of blood. “What am I suppose to do then?”
“You’re supposed to shower with everyone else
like the rest of us do.”
“Well, I
can’t,” I snapped. “And I won’t. If I
would’ve known about the facilities here, I never would have come in the first
place.”
“So you’d
give up your chance to be in the Space Corps just because you don’t like
showering with other guys?” North raised an eyebrow at me.
“Yes…no…I
don’t know.” I ran a hand through my short hair in frustration. My short, dirty hair. Honestly, if I didn’t get a
shower soon I felt like I was going to go out of my mind. I couldn’t stand this
state of filth and grime much longer.
“This isn’t
really about modesty, is it?” North’s voice got softer and his eyes narrowed as
he looked at me. “It’s something else, isn’t it, shrimp?”
“It’s nothing,”
I said shortly. “Just go back to bed.”
He frowned.
“So you can get murdered by Broward or caught by the dorm monitor? I don’t
think so.”
“You can’t
stop me,” I said, giving him a fierce glare. “So just turn over in bed and
pretend you don’t see me.”
“No.” He
shook his head. “Look, just wait a little longer and I’ll go with you.”
“North,” I
said in exasperation. “I appreciate your concern but I don’t want to take a
shower with you anymore than I want to take one with the rest of our
dorm-mates.”
“I’m not
going to shower with you.” He was the
one who sounded exasperated now. “I’m going to watch your back.”
“What? Why?”
I put a hand on my hip. “Why would you do that for me? Because I helped you
with that equation?”
“Maybe.”
North shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “Or maybe because I know about having
something you want to hide—something about your body you’re ashamed of.”
“I’m not
ashamed,” I said stiffly. “I’m just…different. That’s all.”
“I know
about being different, too,” he said in a low voice.
“How could
you know about being different or ashamed?” I demanded. “Just look at
you—you’re perfect.”
He laughed
dryly. “Thanks, shorty. But I wasn’t talking about myself.”
“Who then?”
I came back to my bed and sat on it facing him.
He shrugged
again and looked away, not meeting my eyes. “Someone I used to know. Someone
I…cared about.”
“Who—?” I
began but he cut me off.
“Look, I
don’t want to talk about it, okay?” His eyes blazed fiercely in the dim light.
“I’m offering to help you break the rules and get a shower—do you want my help
or not?”
I bit my lip
and looked at him uncertainly. “And you won’t…won’t look at me?”
North barked
a laugh. “You may have a pretty face, shrimp, but I don’t think I’ll have to
hold myself back from checking out another guy. No, I won’t look.”
“All right,
then,” I said with as much dignity as I could muster. “I accept your offer.”
LOVE, LEX, Avery Aster
*set-up: Lex has been arrested and is
in jail. Officer Ford Gotti is making her nervous.
He kept on
watching me.
A guard
walked back and forth checking the cells.
I used that
time to ask myself two important questions. One, was I nervous to talk to him
by myself? Hells yeah! And two, could
I keep my mouth shut, not telling the truth without my besties here to talk for
me? Maybe. Maybe not.
Suddenly,
from the top of my head to my tippy toes, a tingle started. It wasn’t from the
synthetic orange fabric I wore. Oh no. This was a sensation of hyperawareness.
I’d felt self conscious before but this was ridiculous.
His
expressive face, catalog model-worthy for sure, talked to me. His mind was
racing in judgments about who I was and what I’d done. His accusatory stares
infuriated me.
For some
unknown reason, I wanted his approval more than anything. I ached for him to
believe me and that today was an accident, a misunderstanding.
Fudge, I
didn’t even know him. I shouldn’t give a flip what he thought about me. I didn’t
care how the TV portrayed me or what Birdie and her fans thought of me either.
This explosion wasn’t only putting my plus-sized bum on the line but my besties
boney butts as well. I had to stick to the story.
After the
guard had gone and it was just me alone in my cell, Officer Gotti stepped
closer.
Both of us
remained silent.
The room
spun as my WWF, Scorpion King, Hulk on a Harley, inked up demi-god mirage in
the desert returned.
My vision
blurred. Confused? Heck yeah. Tummy tossing? I felt oddly aroused. I know!
At a time
like this, how could I be…horny? I just blew up Mom, and my two besties had
left me. My hormones rocketed into overdrive. I forced a smile to show he
didn’t make me nervous. Heat came off my skin. Slowly I wiped the perspiration
off the back of my neck by knotting my hair into a bun. That was a ladylike
trick I’d learned at Avon Porter.
“You okay?
Now that your friends are gone.”
“Woo, it’s
warm in here is all.” I was scared as hell but I wouldn’t show it.
“It sure
is.” He grinned, focusing on my face.
KISS THE SKY, Krista & Becca
Ritchie
I wrap the
cloth around my waist. It hangs low so she has view of my defined muscles. I
make time for the gym with Loren and his half-brother, but I’ve always been in
good shape. I grew up wanting to reach the peak of physical and mental
perfection. It’s an unattainable goal. But one I set. One I seek.
People hope
to touch the sky.
I dream of
kissing it.
Rose spins
back towards the sink. She uses the iron to curl loose waves in her straight
hair. Most men would be scared of her—gripping a hot weapon. My cock begins to
throb as I watch her through the mirror.
She breathes
heavily, trying not to pay attention to me, but it’s a little difficult. I’m
six-foot-four. I’m twice her size. She’s small, feminine in comparison to my
body that could cloak her easily.
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