Series: Bad
Bachelors, #1
Pub Date: March
6, 2018
Everybody's talking about the hot new app
reviewing New York's most eligible bachelors. But why focus on prince charming
when you can read the latest dirt on the lowest-ranked "Bad Bachelors"—NYC's
most notorious bad boys?
If one more
person mentions Bad Bachelors to Reed McMahon, someone's gonna get hurt. A PR
whiz, Reed is known as an 'image fixer' but his womanizing ways have caught up
with him. What he needs is a PR miracle of his own.
When Reed
strolls into Darcy Greer's workplace offering to help save the struggling
library, she isn't buying it. The prickly Brooklynite knows Reed is exactly the
kind of guy she should avoid. But the library does need his help. As she
reluctantly works with Reed, she realizes there's more to a man than his
reputation. Maybe, just maybe Bad Bachelor #1 is THE one for her.
Stefanie London
is the USA Today bestselling author
of contemporary romances with humor, heat, Pretend It's Love,
was a 2016 Romantic Book of the Year finalist with the Romance Writers of
Australia. You can visit her at www.stefanie-london.com
and heart. Originally from
Melbourne, Australia, Stefanie now lives in Toronto, Canada with her husband.
She loves to read, collect lipsticks, watch zombie movies and drink coffee. Her
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EXCERPT
They stopped beside a black
car with tinted windows. Out of nowhere, a driver appeared and opened the door for
them. Darcy suddenly felt underdressed, which was stupid since they were only
going for a ride.
“So tell me: What’s so
appealing about Five-Star Darren?” Reed asked as they slid into the back seat.
A
glass partition separated
them from the driver.
“None of your business.” Oh
God, they were not having this conversation. Not while a billion dirty thoughts
were driving her to distraction. Damn him, why did he have to mention sex?
Her hormones hadn’t been
this rowdy since high school. But the second he got close and his clean, warm scent
invaded her nostrils, it was like the sexy bits of her body started doing
tequila shots.
“Oh come on, you can trust
me. I might even be able to give you some advice.” His brown eyes twinkled.
They were framed by full,
thick lashes—the kind of lashes that had no business being on a man.
God, they were far too
close in the back seat of the car. Her bare leg was mere inches from his, and
the scent of his aftershave invaded her nostrils. It was crisp, clean, with a
hint of citrus.
Damn delectable.
“You were late today,” she
blurted out, hoping the abrupt change in conversation might steer him away from
delving into her nonexistent dating life—and perhaps jolt her brain into not
focusing on how good he smelled.
“Half an hour late and I
was sitting there, waiting.”
“My meeting ran over and my
phone died. I could have gone back to the office to email you, but that
would have meant being
later than I already was.” He reached for a bottle of water that sat in a
compartment in the door. When he offered her one, she shook her head. “I
apologize for keeping you waiting.”
“Thank you. I appreciate
it.”
“Now, back to your dating
life—”
“No. We’re not having this
conversation.” She held up a hand. “Besides, why do you care?”
“Because, after careful
deliberation, I’ve decided that you are interesting.”
“Gee, thanks.” Darcy
snorted. “I’ll pass on that so-called compliment.”
“So-called?”
“You do know ‘interesting’
is usually a code word for ‘weird,’ right? It’s not much better than telling a
girl she has a great personality.”
“What’s that a code for?”
“Ugly.”
He brought the water bottle
to his mouth and sipped. Full lips hinted at sinful activities and Darcy tried
to quash the flutter low in her belly. He probably knew exactly what to do with
his lips too.
Stop
it.
“You are interesting…in the non–code word sense. Even if you do think
I’m a jerk. And Five-Star
Darren would be a terrible
match, for what it’s worth.”
Curiosity tugged at her.
She knew nothing about the dating world, and it was clear he was well
experienced. Surely there wouldn’t be any harm in gleaning some information
from him…for research purposes, of course.
“Why’s that?” she asked.
“All these women have rated
him highly, yet they haven’t stayed with him. Why would that be?”
“I don’t know.” She
frowned. “Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.”
“For all those women?”
Okay, so that did sound a
bit suspicious when he put it like that. “But the reviews—”
“What do the reviews say?”
She pulled up Darren’s
profile on the app and scanned down the page. “‘Great guy but the timing wasn’t
right.’” She shot him a
smug look. “See? Told you.”
“Keep reading.”
“He’s a total gentleman,
but they didn’t have many common interests. Uh, another one says their jobs
made dating too hard but that he was a nice person. Apparently, he’s romantic,
but there wasn’t enough spark.” Darcy kept scrolling. “He’s kind and funny, a
great conversationalist. I can’t see any red flags here.”
“He’s got a small dick.”
Darcy almost choked.
“Excuse me?”
Reed shrugged. “Or he
doesn’t know how to make a woman come.”
“Stop,” she hissed, the
heat flushing through her body in a way that was entirely too pleasurable.
Totally, totally inappropriate. “You can’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s just sex.
And sometimes you have to look at what people aren’t saying to understand what they
are.” He nodded. “Words can be unreliable like that.”
Darcy shook her head and
stuffed her phone into her bag. This conversation had shot out of her comfort
zone. Like a whole solar
system out of her comfort zone. Listening to Reed talk about sex was… God, she
didn’t even know. Her imagination was serving up all kinds of dirty scenarios,
but she tamped them down.
Reed was off-limits.
Not only because of the bad
reviews, but also because it was clear he could run circles around her
verbally. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he would do the same thing in
the bedroom.
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