Title: Bad Reputation
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 7th
Cover Design: RBA Designs
Being bad never felt so good.
I fell for Ally the moment I saw her. Who doesn’t like a confident, intelligent woman with curves I could spend days exploring?
Our story ended abruptly when she left like we weren’t meant to be. We are. So I’m calling her bluff. That’s how I ended up thousands of miles from home, standing next to a man who claims to be her fiancé.
Being good has never felt so bad.
When it comes to a successful man with an incredible body and biteable jaw aka Hutton . . . let’s just say willpower is not my strong suit.
Embracing my newfound good girl status, I do the right thing and start my reign. My desires no longer matter. The monarchy, the people, and my country do. There is no place for love in this new life.
But I never expected to see him again, much less standing next to my royally appointed soon-to-be fiancé.
As if that didn’t complicate things, the man I once told I love you to is wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo and my favorite smirk. I straighten my crown and adjust my dress, realizing this good girl never stood a chance. I’ll take the bad reputation if I get him.
~Being Bad Never Felt So Good~
The elevator doors slide open and she walks into the hallway ahead of me. We haven’t spoken since we walked into the hotel. This night holds more meaning than our other nights ever did, along with a whole slew of what ifs. Us, coming to an end has added weight where there used to be none.
Just before we reach the door, I stop just shy of it, and stand in her way. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she replies with an easier smile sliding into place.
“No matter what happens in there—”
She arches an eyebrow. “What’s going to happen in there?”
“I’m going to show you how much I care about you. It’s going to be rough emotionally. It’s going to be raw and real, and this time you won’t walk away unscathed. When you walk away, walk down this hall and take that elevator to leave, you’re going to know exactly what you’re leaving inside that room. This time I’m not leaving anything to chance because we may have been fate, but it’s up to us to create our destiny.”
“Hutton,” she says, her chest expanding as tears fill her eyes, “Kiss me.”
I cup her face and run the pads of my thumbs across her cheeks, wiping away her tears. Leaning my head against hers, I look deep into her eyes. “Why are you crying?”
“Because you’re too perfect to be real.”
“I’m real. I’m right here, so real.” When I kiss her, I give her everything I have because this is it. My last shot to make sure she never forgets. Her body hits the wall behind her, mine pressing against hers.
My needs begin to overtake reasoning, her little moans eliciting an intense reaction. Every time we’re together it’s better than the time before. I’m always turned on by her, muscle memory kicking in. I know her likes, her desires, her fetishes and she knows mine. Her hand dips into the top of my jeans, her warmth embracing my hardness.
My tongue finds a home with hers and I can’t stop my middle from pushing against her. “It drives me wild when you wear clothes this tight. It’s as if you’re wearing them for the whole fucking world to see.”
“I love to drive you wild.”
Leaning back, I look into her eyes, the eyes that hold so much more power over me than she’ll ever know. “Why do you torture me?”
“I like to know that I’m not the only one who gets jealous.”
“Jealous? You’re never jealous.”
Her grip tightens around my cock, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. “You think I don’t see how women look at you, how they vie for your attention? My jealousy boils inside every time another woman talks to you or touches you or brushes against you.” My breath is harsh, but begins to regulate with each stroke of her hand around me. “As long as I’m here, this is mine.”
“It’s yours long after. I’m yours long after.”
Her hand stops when she lifts up on her toes to kiss me. And as much as I like her hand wrapped around me, I like her mouth on me more.
A hint of lime still lingers and I stroke her lower lip as I kiss my way to her ear. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
ABOUT S.L. SCOTT
Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.