Beware the Dirty Bad Boy
Title: DIRTY BAD BOY: A Fake Fiancé Romance
Author: By Mira Lyn Kelly
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: November 13, 2018
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Blurb
I'm not a total dick…
Most days, I'm a damned decent guy. Just not around my buddy's sister.
She's sexy as sin, sharp as hell, and she's also the lush little harpy who's been rubbing me wrong since we were kids.
I don't want to do her a favor…
If it had been any other damsel in distress looking to shake some unwanted attention, I'd have been the perfect fake boyfriend for all of five minutes.
But Laurel brings out the bastard in me, and five minutes hardly seemed enough time to make her squirm.
She wants to one-up me, and I want to win…
But maybe I need a favor too.
Most days, I'm a damned decent guy. Just not around my buddy's sister.
She's sexy as sin, sharp as hell, and she's also the lush little harpy who's been rubbing me wrong since we were kids.
I don't want to do her a favor…
If it had been any other damsel in distress looking to shake some unwanted attention, I'd have been the perfect fake boyfriend for all of five minutes.
But Laurel brings out the bastard in me, and five minutes hardly seemed enough time to make her squirm.
She wants to one-up me, and I want to win…
But maybe I need a favor too.
The witty banter between these two had be chuckling. Although, I must admit that Jack had one up on Laurel. The sexual tension was hot. Yet, not as hot as when they hooked up. The wedding was great. Oh, yes; there was a wedding. A fake wedding. You can't have a fake relationship with an engagement without a fake wedding. The feelings Laurel and Jack had for one another was not fake but real. If you are in the mood for some fun reading, you need to pick up a copy of this book.
Author Bio
Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper
non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling
author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers
worldwide. She writes hot, possessive heroes who know how to laugh, heroines
who give as good as they get, friends as close as family, and happily ever
afters up against the wall style! Mira lives with her husband in Minnesota where
their four children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and
entertainment.
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Excerpt
All I need is a single guy chivalrous enough to play the part of my
boyfriend for five minutes…
Half of Chicago calls Belfast their favorite bar, and there’s already a
good crowd. But two-thirds of the way through the main room and I don’t know a
soul. How is that possible?
I jump from face to face, searching as my stomach turns.
Click.
Recognition in the form of: Oh no.
No. Not him. Anyone but him.
But it’s definitely him.
I recognize the blade-straight nose, the chiseled cheekbones over a
square-cut jaw. And that mouth. Soft
and full, it shouldn’t fit with a face as masculine as his, but those lips have
been distracting my girlfriends and making my classmates swoony since the
seventh grade.
There’s a leanness to the strong angles of his face that wasn’t there in
high school, and as much as I hate to admit it, it looks good.
Jack Hastings. Bane of my existence. It would have to be him. And, of
course, he’s single.
Steely-gray eyes clash with mine, and the air leaks from my lungs on an
F-bomb my parents would call classless.
The guy hates me. It’s there in his eyes, just the way it’s been since
we were six years old. But I know for a fact he can hide it so well that there
was a time when, briefly, even I didn’t know better.
I start across the bar, my smile straining at maniacal proportions.
“Hi, guys,” I sing out, giving everyone a cursory wave as I close in on
Jack, whose obvious confusion would be spectacular if the whole point of this
charade wasn’t to sell my coworker on a relationship that doesn’t exist.
Reaching his side, I press in close, then closer still, so my arm is
looped around his broad shoulders. “Jack, sweetie,
didn’t see you at first.” Shooting him a pleading look, I motion behind me.
“Remember me telling you about Clarence from work?”
Jack’s one of the smartest guys I know. But the blank look I’m getting
back from him makes me want to whack the side of his head to shake something
loose. Instead I give him a pointed look, praying he’ll throw me a bone. “He
was starting to think I’d made you up!”
The lights turn on in his eyes, and the hard line of his mouth falls
into a slant that probably ought to concern me. So far as I know, Jack has
never passed up on an opportunity to make me squirm. Not that I have either.
But he’s a good friend to my brother. So I hold my breath, waiting to see what
he’ll do next.
I don’t have to wait long.
“Babe, why didn’t you tell me
I was finally gonna meet him?” Jack offers his hand and waits for Clarence to
drag his attention from Julia, who happens to be one of the hottest sports
reporters in the country right now. She’s also engaged to Greg, star center for
the Slayers, Chicago’s newest hockey team. And Hank, heck, the guy makes Elon
Musk look like a member of the Geek Squad.
I’m giving it another thirty seconds before Clarence asks everyone to
sign his shirt. And after that, he’ll step back to give us our space. He’ll be
out of my hair. I’ll apologize to my old classmates and put some much-needed
distance between my hip and Jack’s thigh. As hard as it’s going to be, I’ll say
something nice to him, and—
“Clarence, man, pull up a chair.” Jack’s arm turns to steel around my
waist as I stiffen. Because what… the… hell?
Jack flashes me a wink. “Join us.”
Oh, I’m going to kill him.
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