Love is never easy between two people determined to avoid heartbreak.
Experience has taught Recee Williams that love causes nothing but pain. Her past has proven her right time and again. She's content to live her life alone with no one but her friends. They may be close to the legal line of insanity, but they're her true family.
Garen's interest in the most lethal and unstable member of Club B's owners is nothing but foolish. Knowing that doesn't stop him from rushing to her 'rescue' when an ex threatens Recee's life. But Recee is more than capable of taking care of herself.
After one night together Garen knows he'll never be able to let this prickly woman go, but he'll need more than charm and great talent between the sheets.
Somehow Garen needs to find the perfect way to start Romancing Recee.
Reader Advisory: This book contains heavy doses of sarcasm, hot sex against walls, on floors and a dual kidnapping that leads to explosive results.
General Release Date: 7th November 2011
The moment she strutted into the club Garen ‘Flash’ Swifthorse couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Curly brown hair spiralled down to her mouth-watering butt. Instantly his pants tightened around his growing erection. When tall, hot and edible sashayed her sexy ass up a set of metal stairs, she stopped at the landing, blew a kiss in their direction then disappeared from view. He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.
The woman kept him hard anytime he caught sight of her. Hell, Caprice ‘Recee’ Williams jerked his cock with the mere thought of her. Too bad she never looked in his direction for her pleasure. Anytime the two of them were in the same room sparks flew as fast as the insults they tossed at each other.
"She single?" Casually sipping his ice-cold beer, he never took his eyes off the doorway his prey’s curvy figure had entered, the doorway that led to the private office of the club’s owner. Emma’s friends were an amazing handful of eye candy, he mused as the cold liquid flowed down his parched throat.
"For now." The veiled answer from his best friend and business partner, Brock Cage, didn’t surprise him though it did annoy him. Brock wasn’t a talker under the best of circumstances, but this time Garen felt more than a flash of irritation. Hadn’t Garen covered his buddy’s six the first time they walked in the club, facing a pack of rabidly over-protective women looking to castrate his friend? The least Brock could do was answer a question or two. It wasn’t like he had anything else scheduled for the evening.
A quick look at his expensive watch, accurate in five time zones, assured Garen he had enough time left to get a few questions answered. "That means?"
Brock lifted one broad shoulder in a casual shrug. "Recee always has a guy in the wings. I swear they take numbers."
"Then they need to be checked in to the nearest psych ward." Olivia’s fiancé Ethan Newton stated. "That woman carries knives like other females carry purses."
"Well, as long as she knows how to use them and no one gets hurt I don’t see the problem." Leave it to Carter to offer the mature approach. Living with Briley hadn’t changed the computer expert’s outlook on life. Considering Briley Evans didn’t have even a passing acquaintance with sanity Garen had to give the man props for remaining level. Garen felt his lip twitch with amusement.
"I shudder to think of Recee armed, dangerous and pissed off. Treat her like a safari exhibit, my friend, watch her from a distance, make sure you’re armed with a dart gun and never, never piss off the queen of the jungle. She’ll eat you for lunch then use your rib cage to play drums."
"Hunt, that is sick, twisted and probably the closest thing to the truth." Brock shot Hunt a knowing look. "She’s all that and more. The more part being she’s pretty much a sister to Trinity. Since the two of you got together with Recee’s help I’d strongly suggest keeping opinions like that to myself."
"Like Emma wouldn’t geld you for trash-talking her friend?" Hunt had a smirk curving his mouth.
Brock laughed. "Gelding me would hurt her, too. Nah, my Em’s more likely to plan a sneak attack when I least expect it. She fights dirty that way." The shit-eating grin splitting his lips stated he didn’t mind his fiancée’s tendency to get dirty.
"Let’s face it, gentlemen, the women we love are doing the mambo on the line of sanity. They’re impetuous, arrogant, and wanted in one state for crimes none of them will talk about." Hunt laid the truth out there for all them to swallow, no matter how bitter the pill.
"So Recee is available?"
I've been lucky enough to travel all over the world as a child. I experienced life through many different cultures and countries. No matter where I went stories would pop up in my mind. It took a while for me to figure out exactly what those tales were trying to tell me, but eventually I understood. Five years later I'm happily typing away to the tune of the voices in my head.
I'm addicted to anything to do with mythology, regardless of culture. I can be bribed with good coffee or Diet Coke. I will bore strangers to tears with pictures and stories of my fabulous nephews and nieces. Nothing like kids to keep you humble and honest, especially when they consider the plumber to have a cooler and more glamorous career than their aunt, the writer.
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Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed
a fiery erotic novella filled with a ton of fun and hot sex...Allie Standifer gets an A++ from me with the Club Botticelli series. This series has flavor and passion!
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