He’ll do whatever it takes to save her from himself.
Out now! – The Bad Boy’s Goodness (The Bad Boys of Regret Hollow #4) by Sara Daniel
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Title: The Bad Boy’s Goodness
Series: The Bad Boys of Regret Hollow #4
Author: Sara Daniel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 10, 2016
Blurb: Just once, straight-laced teacher Bethany Wilkerson wants to make love with a man who’s not a dud in bed. When she finally meets the perfect man, he turns her down. Humiliated, she studiously avoids him for months…until she’s stranded at his house during an ice storm.
Ken Hawkins might have cleaned up on the outside, but on the inside he’s still a bad boy from the ghetto who will never be good enough for Bethany. Keeping his distance is a lot easier when she’s not parading through his house wearing nothing but his sweatshirt. No matter how hard he tries to reform, he’s not a saint.
The more Ken tries to convince her of his rotten core, the more Bethany believes in his innate goodness. But until she can convince him to believe in himself, he will continue to push her out of his life.
“I need you to fix something for me, but you have to promise not to freak out.” Bethany Wilkerson closed her eyes as she danced cheek to cheek with Ken Hawkins, their forced coupling as groomsman and bridesmaid at her best friend’s wedding having evolved until they’d become inseparable over the course of the evening.
“You can’t shock me, babe. I’ve seen it all.” He chuckled.
The corresponding, reassuring vibration strumming through her chest convinced her to throw the last of her misgivings aside and go for it. She wanted him to be the one. After tonight, he’d return to Chicago, and she’d still be living in her mother’s house in Regret Hollow in southeastern Wisconsin. She lifted her head so she could look him in the eye. “I’ve never had an orgasm.”
Deep-green eyes flaring, he choked out a strangled sound. “Never?”
“I can’t wait for you to be my first.” She hugged him tighter.
Within her embrace, he recoiled. “Are you a virgin?”
“No, of course not. I’ve had lovers.” A whole two of them. “But no orgasm.”
He didn’t need to know she’d never had one because she was boring in bed. Worse, she couldn’t even work up the nerve to attempt to pleasure herself. Before today, they’d been mere acquaintances, but from the moment he’d kissed her in the limo after the ceremony, she’d known that going to bed with Ken would be anything but boring.
“I need you to help me fix this. Tonight.” She kissed his chin then caressed up to his lips.
He turned his head and clamped his hands on her waist, holding her away from him. “Babe, that’s the wine talking. You don’t want me. I’m no good for you.”
So what if she was plastered? The alcohol had simply lowered her inhibitions enough for her to admit what she wanted. “I’m not drunk. I’ve only had three glasses of wine.”
“Which is—what? Two glasses more than usual?”
Three glasses more, to be honest. The one time she had tried to enjoy a bottle of wine in her bedroom, Mom had scolded and fretted so much Bethany had limited her consumption to ordering a glass when she went out with friends. No surprise that she couldn’t get worked up enough to touch herself in her mother’s house either. At thirty-two years old, she’d become a teetotaler spinster who’d never had an orgasm and lived in her childhood bedroom.
Allowing her life to continue along its pathetic trajectory was not an option, especially while she danced with the sexiest man who’d ever given her a second glance. Not only had he kissed her during the ride to the reception, he’d danced with her all night, far exceeding any obligation he had to stay by her side. “Tonight, I’m cutting loose—with you.”
His jaw tightened. “I’m not taking advantage of you while you’re drunk or going along with something you’ll regret in the morning.”
“Who regrets having an orgasm?”
“Good thing I can cook.”
Surprise and pleasure lit up her face. “You can? Let me get the laundry started, and I’ll help you.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he choked out, fisting his hands at his sides to avoid hauling her to him for a branding kiss. With a flight or two of stairs separating them, he might have a prayer of resisting her.
After she turned away and her footsteps faded down the stairs, he stripped out of his business casual clothes into the cruddiest sweats and T-shirt he owned. If she saw him dressed like someone she’d cross the street to avoid, maybe she’d treat him the same way and he’d remember to keep his distance.
A few minutes later, he stood in the kitchen pulling chicken breasts from the refrigerator. Her footsteps marched up the stairs from the laundry room. Stay cool. Stay calm. Stay far away from temptation.
Closing the fridge, he straightened and faced her. His sweatshirt hung down her shoulders, ridiculously long and baggy as he’d hoped, but then stopped far too high on her smooth, pale thighs. Why the hell hadn’t he offered her some pants? “What?” he snarled.
She stepped back, her smile faltering. Yes damn it, she should be scared of him. Her mother had been right to warn her away. “Do you have any laundry you want me to add to the load?”
“No!” She’d been in his house for all of five minutes. She was supposed to be his guest, not his live-in partner.
“The clothes you were wearing earlier need to be washed, right?”
“I’ll do it another time.” When she wasn’t standing in front of him, turning his boring sweatshirt into an X-rated fantasy, leaving him begging to trail his lips down her bare legs.
“It’s no trouble. My load is so small, running it as is doesn’t seem worth it.” Ignoring his answer, she headed up the stairs.
Ken reached into the freezer and pulled out a handful of ice. Rubbing it around his neck, he hoped the chill would creep south in a hurry. Maybe he should lie down in the road for an hour or two. His body heat would melt the ice all the way to Wisconsin.
She had no freaking idea what she did to him. Meanwhile, his sweatpants clearly displayed the evidence. She wouldn’t remain blind to it if he didn’t get the rest of his body to follow his brain’s blaring reminder that she was pure, innocent, and completely off-limits.
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About Sara Daniel:
Sara Daniel writes what she loves to read—irresistible romance, from sweet to steamy and everything in between. She grew up in a small town and was once a landlord of two uninvited squirrels. She has no regrets about turning her back on her accounting degree to write romance, but she deeply regrets her inability to keep track of her car keys.
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