Royal Playboy, book one in the Playboy Prince duet
by USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone, is LIVE!
Vengeance is best served piping hot.
Prodigal Son. Black Sheep. Playboy Prince.
I've been called lots of things. Merciful is not one of them.
It doesn’t matter what you call me, as long as I get what I want…
What I crave.
And it’s not the crown.
She is the Princess I didn’t see coming. The one I didn’t plan for.
Until her, women came easy.
Until her, I wasn't sure I had a heart. Now that I know, I'll give up
anything to have her...
Well…almost anything.
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Excerpt:
“Just one thing, though, I want your
word that you’re not going to do this again. You’re not cut out to be an
escort.” I strode toward her, tossing the envelope of Miriam’s usual payment on
the mantel. I stopped when I was just a foot away from her. The coconut-and-hibiscus
scent was even more potent up close. Was it her shampoo? Damn, it made me want
to nuzzle her hair. It was official. I had issues.
“Trust me, I won’t. I’ve had enough
of walking on the wild side.”
I reached for her but stopped before
I touched her shoulder, my blood going thick and my voice dropping an octave.
“Is that why you’re here? To walk on the wild side?”
Her head reared back. “No. I thought
I could do this. But I can’t.” Wiggling a little, she raised her brows
pointedly. “A little help, please.”
I muttered a curse and tried to
reach behind her without touching her, but no dice. My motions just made
another stitch rip. “Why the second thoughts? I’m not your type?”
A strangled laugh escaped her
pretty, pink lips. “Really? Someone as good-looking as you is fishing for
compliments now? Why don't you tell me why you’re even here to see an escort if
all you want to do is talk? I’m at a loss for why. But hey, it’s your
prerogative. No judgment.”
I cocked my head. “Somehow, that
expression on your face looks an awful lot like judgment. I’ve seen that look
on my mother’s face enough to recognize it.” Standing so close, I could see the
flecks of green in her hazel eyes. And even better, I could tell that even
though she was slim, those curves of hers weren’t enhanced but were enough to
overflow my big hands. The evil side of my brain conjured an image of me
fucking those honey-brown tits. What color would her nipples be? Mocha? An even more alluring image
replaced it. This one had me fucking her ass cheeks. My cock sliding between
the firm, oil-slick globes as I held on tight to her flesh. Fuck! I was a dirty boy. And fuck if I
didn't want to show her just how dirty.
I shook my head to rid myself of the
image. Release her and fucking find
Miriam.
She nodded, and her hair brushed my
cheek. “Is that why you’re seeing escorts? Mommy issues?”
My muscles went tight as I fought to
keep from nuzzling and inhaling deep. God, she smelled good. “You have a smart
mouth for a Yank.”
She glowered at me. “And you have
pretty teeth for a Brit.”
She licked her lips again, and the
action made my mouth water. I wanted to kiss the sass right off of her. Swaying
a little, I said, "I needed Miriam."
"Sorry, you got me instead. And
since you don’t want to talk—"
I studied her intently as both hands
reached behind her. With my body pressed flush against hers, my fingers worked
the material over the hook. “Who said I wanted to talk to Miriam?”
Jasmine immediately attempted to
flatten herself into the wall, but unfortunately for both of us, all she
managed to do was trap my hands and bring our bodies closer together. I frowned
and halted momentarily. "I'm not—" I shook my head. "I wouldn't
hurt you."
"Isn’t that what the praying
mantis says just before biting off the head of its mate?" Despite her
question, she relaxed again.
The corner of my lips tipped up in a
sardonic smile as I resumed my extrication. "Consider it foreplay."
About Nana:
USA Today bestseller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.
USA Today bestseller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious
thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her
overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a
time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the
meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters
every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.
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