Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.
Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.
The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose.
Too bad romance is just for books.
Ramada’s valet parking sucked balls and cost a mint. The hotel was lit up like a fairytale palace—or a whorehouse, depending how you looked at it–with people coming and going. It was busier than Stone’s before a holiday weekend, when everyone in the tri-counties seemed to get a flat tire. Bellhops wearing pained grins pushed wheeled-carts toppling over with boxes from the convention attendees through the carousel doors.
I wielded our cart into the lobby, following Nicky as he strolled up to the check-in desk. His demeanor changed the second we walked through the doors. Gone was the scrappy South Cackalackee bruiser who knew how to take a hit and knock a fucker to the ground. He rolled up the sleeves on his oxford twice, neatened his hair back into a slick knot, and greeted people with effortless charm.
While we stood in line and he made small talk here and there, a commotion at the back of the queue drew my attention. A gal wrangled with her cart and then watched—eyes and mouth open wide—as four boxes crashed to the floor. Books, dresses, shoes, wigs . . . lingerie swam onto the polished marble floor.
I noticed her cock-up with the cart first.
Her legs second.
Her tits third.
Her face last.
“Who the hell is that?” I whispered, pointing at the babe surrounded by ten tons of shit spilling all over the floor.
Nicky glanced over my shoulder. “No idea. New kid on the block, I guess.”
“I’m gonna go help her.” I shouldered through the crowd and squatted down before her. “Need a hand?” Because one thing Ma had taught me was always help out a woman in need.
She blew a tendril of the lightest red hair from her brow. “I’d sure appreciate it.”
And I was a goner.
I packed her stuff back up under her guidance and stacked it smartly onto the cart, willing myself not to look at her as I stepped back. Definitely not remembering the lace, the frills, the full-on feminine lingerie I’d handled.
“My knight in shinin’ armor?”
Shaking my head, I backed away. I saw Nicky at the elevators, waiting for me. “Not really, miss.”
New kid on the block. There was nothing kid-like about her. She was voluptuous, a handful from hips to hourglass waist to perfect breasts. The southern drawling miss in a knee-length skirt and clinging top didn’t seem to know she’d made my cock railroad-spike hard. I walked away, mesmerized by her feminine-fuck-me appearance up to her goddamn adorable face. A killer combination. Full throttle attraction the likes of which I’d never felt made my head spin, my heart speed.
And there was no way I could act on it because I’d just signed up for five and a half days of Gaydom at the Rom Con.
Ever since his wife walked out on him and their son, Josh Stone has become a total man-slut. He is completely devoted to his son, JJ, even going so far as to sing Disney songs to him at bedtime, which is totally adorable. On Friday nights, Josh’s mom keeps JJ, so he is free to get laid without any guilt.
Josh’s best friend is Nicky Love, author of paranormal romance. Nicky loves writing and being popular but doesn’t like the crazy fangirls that grope him at the signings. He has come up with a plan for the upcoming Literary Love Convention, Josh will attend with him as his boyfriend! Because he is such a great friend, Josh agrees to help Nicky.
LeeLee Songchild is an up and coming romance author. She appears somewhat shy and reserved but wow, does she know how to write smut! There is an instant connection when Josh and LeeLee meet but Josh isn’t in a position to act on it. The more time they spend together, the more difficult it becomes to resist the attraction. Especially when things happen where Josh has to be LeeLee’s knight in shining armor.
Josh hasn’t ever had such strong feelings, even with his ex-wife. He is feeling torn between his desire for LeeLee and being a good friend to Nicky. This may be Josh’s only chance at real love. Does he let her go and hope to reconnect with her at another time or does he stay loyal to his best friend?
I had a difficult time getting into this story, but at about 35%, it really picked up. Maybe it was the fact that this book is solely in Josh’s POV, I’m not sure. I did love the bond Josh has with JJ and he seemed to be a great single father. I also enjoyed the banter between Nicky and Josh and they are super close like brothers. Josh and LeeLee have definite chemistry and there were some smoking hot scenes between them. I would recommend this book if you enjoy the male only POV.
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html