THE BREAKUP by Erin McCarthy is available now! Fall in love with the princess and the bad boy in this sexy contemporary romance you don’t want to miss!
About THE BREAKUP
Can two wrongs feel oh-so-right? This bride is about to find out—with the bad boy who makes an epic breakup worth her while.
Bella: I know I’m a princess. I’m used to getting what I want. But all I ever really wanted was a husband and a family. Unlike my sister, Sophie, I’ll never have a brilliant career to fall back on. So what’s a bride to do when she learns that Prince Charming is a cheating snake just a few days before her fairy-tale wedding? With my fiancé begging for another chance, the only way to save the wedding is to even things out with a little revenge sex—and local bartender Christian Jordan seems like the right man for the job.Christian: If gorgeous Bella Bigelow thinks sleeping with me will somehow lead to happily ever after, I’m not going to turn her down. The guy she wants to marry is a jerk, and her sister is fooling around with my estranged twin brother, Cain. So what’s the problem—besides falling for a woman who doesn’t know what she wants out of life? All I want to do is whisk her away from that church, take her to a cabin in the woods, and act out all our naughtiest fantasies. And I may just get the chance. . . .Don’t miss Sophie and Cain’s story in The Hookup!Get your copy of THE BREAKUP now!
Read an excerpt from THE BREAKUP
I wanted the blonde.
I have a bad habit of always being attracted to women who are unavailable. Emotionally unavailable. I don’t know why I do that or what it is. If it’s just as simple as wanting what I can’t have, or some deep-seated bullshit about needing to win because I’m one of five kids from a family that was the town joke.
It’s also a protective measure because I’m not parading a bunch of women through my son’s life. I keep it casual. But I could do that with unattached women too, though probably not as easily.
So mostly I think it’s just because I’m an asshole.
Whatever the reasons, it had gotten me into trouble in the past, and as I watched the rich blonde, Bella Bigelow, stumble up to the bar totally drunk on Friday night, I knew I was doing it again. Chasing trouble. I had met her once before and I had thought she was fucking gorgeous. All long legs and tan skin and juicy tits. A perfect face with a lean nose and plump lips that I wanted to suck on.
Her sister was fucking my twin brother.
But her sister wasn’t engaged to be married.
“What can I get you, Bella?” I asked, leaning on my elbows on the bar top so I would be closer to her. She smelled like a rich girl. All lotions and perfume and expensive clothes. It was amazing to me that someone could smell like money, but she did. Being a bartender in a tourist town on the coast of Maine, I had seen my fair share of rich girls up from Boston. This one shouldn’t be any different.
And yet, for some reason she intrigued me.
“A vodka cranberry,” she said, sounding a little defiant and more than a little drunk.
This was her bachelorette party, and apparently she was taking the last-week-of-freedom crap all very seriously. The first time I had met her she had been sweet and polite. Now she was loud and demanding.
“Sure.” I lifted up a glass and poured vodka in it, reminding myself that while I liked unavailable girls, I didn’t like drunk girls. Not in bed anyway. Too sloppy, too limp. I liked naughty girls who dove into misbehaving with their full wits about them. And their mouths open.
Drunk girls gave the worst blow jobs. It was a proven fact.
“Here you go.” After squirting in the cranberry juice, I slid the glass to her. “Seven bucks.”
“Put it on my tab.” She flicked her long hair over her shoulder and turned to go.
“You closed out your tab,” I reminded her. “Last round.”
She paused and frowned at me. “Then why do you still have my credit card?”
“I don’t.” Her platinum express credit card that read Bradley Alexander, presumably belonging to the rich fiancé, had been returned to her at least fifteen minutes earlier. “I gave it back to you.”
“No, you didn’t.” Now she just sounded belligerent. “What are you trying to pull? Are you trying to steal my credit card?”
That pissed me off. “No. I am not trying to steal your credit card. I gave it back to you. Check your purse.”
“I don’t have a purse.”
“Well, it had to appear from somewhere,” I drawled, using my typical charming voice, not wanting her to see that inside I was seething. My whole life people had been accusing me of shit just because I was a Jordan brother and my father was a thief and a career criminal. I resented the fucking hell out of it. “Maybe you pulled it out of your tight little ass.”
Her jaw dropped. She looked outraged. Yet . . . I knew she found me attractive. I had been noticing her giving me signals all night. She gave me sidelong glances. Her eyelashes batted. She licked her lips. I don’t think she even knew she was doing it, but her body language said she was curious about me. About me in her.
She took a huge gulp of her drink then shook her finger at me. “You can’t talk to me like that.”
“And you can’t steal that drink,” I said mildly. “Someone has to pay for it, and it’s not going to be me.”
“Put it on my tab,” she said. “God, you’re such a local loser.”
There are a lot of things she could have said that wouldn’t have bothered me. But that . . . that got under my skin. It was an old wound and she had just dashed salt on it with her pretentious stare and cutting words.
She stole the drink, whether she realized it or not. I had to assume she was too drunk to know where her credit card was and I could have let that slide. But once she purposely insulted me, I knew I wasn’t going to do the right thing.
Nope. I wanted to fuck her.
And I was going to make her want to fuck me.
“How about this drink is on me,” I said. “By the way, congratulations on your upcoming marriage. I wish you a very long life of happiness with your groom.”
Bella stopped and turned, a troubled look darting across her face briefly. She was wearing a romper with silky straps and a low V-cut in the front. Her hand fluttered over her exposed skin. “Are you making fun of me?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No. Just thinking your fiancé is one lucky motherfucker that he gets to make love to you every night.”
She looked shocked. And aroused. Her chest was heaving. I could see her nipples through the thin fabric. She saw my eyes drop.
But she didn’t say a word. She just clutched her drink and disappeared into the crowd, walking very fast.
I smiled as I adjusted my now hard cock behind the bar.
I gave it four days before she was willing to fuck me.
❤️ My Review:
The beautiful writing in this story takes us on an emotional, sexy, romantic ride. The author does a terrific job of creating characters that are so likable and sympathetic. At the start Bella came off as a bratty, entitled, rich girl that seems less than the brightest bulb in the pack. The reveal of the true Bella was subtle and beautiful. Her kindness and caring and sweetness eclipses her physical beauty. And then there’s the hot, sexy Jordan bad boy turned caring father, Christian. He tries so hard to overcome his family’s tarnished reputation while holding on to his bad boy ways. But Bella breaks through his hard shell and finds his gooey center. I loved the runaway bride storyline with the hot hunk coming to her rescue and teaching her how to have sexy fun. Bella and Christian are a really steamy couple that develop a wonderful connection. There are wonderful and tragic family dynamics in the story on both sides and lots of sexy Jordan siblings for more stories. Can’t wait!
About Erin McCarthy
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Erin McCarthy first published in 2002 and has since written over sixty novels and novellas in teen fiction, new adult romance, paranormal, and contemporary romance. Erin is a RITA finalist and an ALA Reluctant Young Reader award recipient, and is both traditionally and indie published.
When she’s not writing she can be found sipping martinis in high heels or eating ice cream in fleece pajamas depending on the day, and herding her animals, kids, and amazing renovation-addicted husband.
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