Royally Bad
by Nora Flite
Publication Date: April 1st, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Royally Bad, a sexy new standalone from Nora Flite is coming April 1st!!!
Getting close to an arrogant bad boy like him is dangerous. Too bad itβs her only choice.
Kain Badd looks great on paper: rich, handsome, and heβs even a prince. But after spending a few minutes together, Sammy sees the real himβarrogant, possessive, and too hot for his own good. If she hadnβt agreed to help plan his sisterβs wedding, she could have avoided him. Instead, sheβs waking up in his bed after an unforgettable night she definitely wants to forget. But he wonβt let her.
When Sammy thinks her life canβt get any crazier, the wedding is raided by the police, and she spends her first-ever night in jail. The irresistible Kain isnβt just bad in nameβhis family is connected to a dangerous underworld. Now sheβs mixed up in a power struggle between his familyβs empire and their rivals. She has no choice but to put herself back in this filthy princeβs extremely capable hands.
Sammy must trust Kain to keep her safe. Sheβs just not sure she can trust herself to resist temptation.
Excerpt:
βDid you move in or something?β
Heβd snuck up on me, his arms folded over his gray jacket. He looked oddly clean and crisp in such fancy clothes. In one hand, he held two champagne flutes.
We were alone in the kitchen. That fact sat heavy in my belly.
Gripping the counter behind me, I said, βYour sister needed the help.β
βCareful.β He stepped closer, his eyes never straying from my face. βOnce you start with her, sheβll never stop asking you to do things.β
Helplessly, I measured the distance between us. I was trapped in my corner; heβd corralled me so easily. βI like helping people.β
βI have something you could help with. Something pretty big.β
Flushing, I bounced my attention down to his zipper. I didnβt mean to, it was as if his gritty voice had taken hold of my neck and guided me down.
And his smile said heβd seen me do it.
I cleared my throat. βYouβre a big boy, you can help yourself.β
βOh, I do. And I will.β His foot came down, the shiny shoe transfixing me the closer he got. βIβll jerk this cock off to thoughts of you, sweetheart. Especially to the memory of how you felt in my arms earlier.β
My muscles were useless. All I could do was squeeze the counter harder. βFine. Go do that.β
βTch.β His chuckle caressed between my legs. βYou can pretend all you want, but I know I got to you, too. Thatβs why youβve been avoiding me all day.β
βI was busy with your sister,β I argued.
βAnd after that?β
βI was planning to go home.β
βBut you didnβt.β
His lips were only a foot away. How had he gotten into my personal space so smoothly? When I spoke, it was a whisper. βI was just about to, you interrupted me.β
βLetβs get some honesty going.β His arm came forward. I flinched, expecting him to touch meβhe put one of the glasses next to me on the counter. βYou want me. I can tell how badly you want me. And you also want nothing to do with me.β
βThat last part is definitely true.β
Grinning, he bent against the counter. βYouβre not looking for some long-term baby-making plans with me, right?β Fuck, I was so red. βYou want to never see me again? Fine.β His low tone flooded my ears, making me dizzy. βGet me out of your system. Fuck me, sweet thing. Fuck me and forget me.β
Cupping my chin, he leaned his weight into me. I bent, I crumbled, and I let my facade crack. Kain was too tempting. I wanted to know how his smirk would feel on me, how his quick tongue would taste.
He was right. I wanted him.
Kain stared me down. I kept wondering when he was going to kiss me.
Stepping back, he nudged the champagne into my hand. On impulse, I took it. βDrink,β he explained, βThen come find me in the garden.β There was nothing else to be said, apparently, because he walked out of sight.
Sliding down to the floor, I hugged the glass. Heβd left me a total mess and he’d barely touched me.
Staring into the golden drink, I watched the bubbles pop. Some floated to the top, others clung to the glass as if trying to hold off their fate.
Which was I? A fighter . . . or a bubble that wanted to be popped?
Putting the glass to my lips, I sipped.
Champagne had never tasted so much like sin.
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Meet Nora Flite:
A USA Today Bestselling Author, Nora Flite lives in SoCal where the weather is warm and she doesn’t have to shovel snow–something she never grew to love in her tiny home-state of Rhode Island.
All of her romances involve passionate, filthy, and slightly obsessive heroes–because those are clearly the best kind! She’s always been a writer, and you’ll probably have to pry her keyboard/pen/magical future writing device out of her cold, dead fingers before she’ll stop.
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