Her Best Friend's Father #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 15, 2019
Don't get caught.
Never fall in love.
And steer clear of his daughter's friends.
The rules were easy enough for Roman Gregory...until Mila Lawson set out
to break every single one of them.
When the twenty-two year old lands on the ATF agent's doorstep after a nasty
breakup, he knows all too well that she's off-limits. At
thirty-eight, he's almost twice her age,
she's hurting, and the blonde bombshell is his daughter's
best friend.
Mila knows all about wanting what she can't have. For four years, she's
lusted after Talia McPherson's scary hot, terminally single father from
afar. After walking away from her cheating ex and what she thought was her
happily-ever-after, the last thing on her mind is jumping into a new
relationship.
Until she find herself living with Roman in Santa Cruz...
Now all she can think about is making all those dirty fantasies come to life.
With nothing left to lose, she makes him an offer he can't refuse:
Two weeks of no-holds-barred sex. No strings. No commitments. No messy
emotions.
Roman has no business agreeing to her insane proposition. He can't have her. He
shouldn't even want her. But he's going to take her anyway… and he has no intentions
of stopping until she's his completely.
If there's one thing Roman knows for a fact, it's that he doesn't lose. Ever.
Devour Me is the first of three steamy novellas featuring Mila and
Roman.
"So
I'm sorry about last night," I say, holding his gaze, refusing to fidget
under the weight of it. My hand trembles, so I quickly set my coffee cup on the
counter and cross my arms. "I never drink that much. I, um, I'm sorry I
passed out and you had to take care of me."
He
frowns at me, something shifting through his gaze so quickly, I can't make it
out. He looks…I'm not sure. Like I've thrown him off-balance again, like he
suddenly isn't sure what to expect from me. That little flash of uncertainty
gives me the courage I need to finish what I have to say.
"I
should probably also apologize for going into your room yesterday. It wasn't
fair of me to invade your privacy like that. You had your door closed for a
reason, and I should have respected that."
He
stares at me, but doesn't say anything. He does that a lot, just watches me.
Ever since I first met him, he's watched me like he can't look away. He looks
at me like he knows me inside and out, and still hasn't decided what to do
about me. It's unnerving and hot at the same damn time, and I have no clue what
it means.
"You
said you should apologize," he finally says.
"Hmm?"
"You
said you should apologize." He tips his coffee cup up to his lips and
takes a sip, watching me over the rim. Those blue eyes rove across my face, not
missing anything. "You didn't say you are sorry."
"Oh."
I wander toward the fridge, grimacing when my foot throbs.
"Is
your foot still bothering you?"
"It's
okay," I say, giving him a partial truth. It's not too bad, but it
honestly feels worse this morning than it did yesterday. I think it may be
getting infected. That's probably my fault for walking around barefoot all the
time, but I like the feel of the floor beneath my feet. I love buying shoes,
but I'm not big on actually wearing them.
I
squeak when I'm suddenly lifted off my feet. My hands go to Roman's shoulders,
clutching as he swings me up into his arms like I don't weigh anything. He
doesn't seem to notice my weight at all, actually. It's honestly kind of hot.
Damien was tall and lanky and he never picked me up. I'm only a size thirteen,
but I always felt a little out of place next to him. Or maybe he made me feel
out of place beside him. I'm not sure, but Roman doesn't make me feel that way.
He
turns and plops me down on the island. The marble is cold beneath me, my thin
shorts not offering much protection. The chill fades quickly when he runs his
hand down my bare leg, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. A different kind of
shiver rolls through me, and then he's propping my foot up to examine it, a
furrow between his brows. I fight the urge to reach out and smooth that little
wrinkle with my fingers.
"You
need to keep this bandaged. It's infected." His fingertip runs across my
instep and then he turns away.
He's
back in seconds, the first aid kit in his hands. He pops it open and rummages
through, setting aside various items before he finds what he's after. I open my
mouth to tell him that I'm fine, but he glares at me before I can form the
first syllable, so I shut up and sit patiently.
He
cleans the cut with gentle hands, swabs ointment onto it, and then wraps a
bandage around my foot.
"Thanks,"
I whisper when he's finished.
I
expect him to let me go, but he doesn't. He looks up at me, his big hand still
wrapped around my ankle. He's so close I can see little flecks of gold in his
eyes, smell the coffee and minty toothpaste on his breath. I swallow hard at the
heat in his gaze.
"You
said you should apologize," he repeats his earlier comment now that he's
done doctoring me up. "Are you sorry?"
"No,"
I whisper, unable to lie to him. Maybe I should be sorry for invading his
privacy or throwing myself at him, but honestly, I think I'd do the same thing
all over again. I want him, and I know
he wants me too. Taking big risks and putting myself out there has never really
been my thing, but I want to take one this time.
He
slides his hand up my calf.
"Are
you sorry?" I ask, my gaze locked on the play of emotions across his face.
They swirl through his eyes so quickly I'm not sure where his head is at…what
he's thinking…what he wants.
"No."
His hand lands against my inner thigh, making me jump. "Easy, baby,"
he murmurs, placing himself between my spread legs.
"You
apologized yesterday," I remind him, trying to ignore the way my stomach
flips at the word baby. I love it
when he calls me that.
"I
lied." His mouth lands against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "I'm
not sorry for a fucking thing, Mila." His teeth clamp down around my
earlobe. The sting sends a bolt straight to my clit. "You offered me two
weeks," he says against my skin. "Did you mean it?"
"Y-yes."
He
nips at my earlobe again like he's rewarding me for answering him. His hands
skim across my thighs and then around to my hips. He grips me hard, holding me
in place.
"I
hope you're ready for me, sweetheart," he whispers. "It's too late to
back out now."
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ayden is the Amazon
Bestselling author of the Ragnarök Prophesies series. She lives in the heart of
Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of fifteen years, and their
furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading,
volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army.
Ayden graduated summa cum
laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic
Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and
Law. She currently puts her education to use in the CJ and Social Services
field.
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