Dared
The Boneyard Bad Boy Series
By Kristina Borden
Are you ready for a different badboy romance where the female is
equally as badass?
Meet Damien and Summer in this exciting, funny, and sexy romance!
Available for Pre-Order Now!
Synopsis
Damien:
I am Damien Cole. Manager of Dallas' Top Tattoo Shop "The Boneyard." I play the game by my own set of rules. I discard women left and right. Their only purpose is to cater to my sexual appetite. No woman will ever tame my bad boy ways. I am at the top of my game.
Summer:
I am Summer Montgomery. My face has graced magazine covers all across the world. My looks will deceive you. I am a bad girl with a smart ass mouth and the attitude to back it up. Playing with me is like playing with fire. I will consume you and swallow you whole.
When faced with temptation, which of these two badasses will fall first?
Excerpt #1
The cockiness of
her is enough to push me over the edge. I snatch her up and toss her over my
lap as she giggles in response. She has clearly baited me and I admittedly
walked into yet another trap. She enjoys the power that she wields over me.
My hand comes down
hard to crack against the smooth skin of her bare ass. She laughs. My cock
throbs. I hand out another spanking as I watch the slight pink begin to spread
and glow across her perfect bottom. This time she barely flinches. Her giggle
sends jolts of electricity sparking straight to my cock.
“Is that all you've
got? Geesh, you really do need some lessons.” she challenges as she props her
ass up in the air higher. As my hand comes down again and meets the bottom of
her ass. I suddenly feel the wet liquid begin to soak my lap.
“You are one fucked
up little piece of heaven.” My head rears back as the laughter bursts from my
lungs. I love the way her body responds to me. The way she not only matches me
but supersedes me.
Excerpt#2
I order a shot and
after downing that, order another drink, this one a cherry amaretto sour. I am
sipping on my drink and texting Michelle when I am bumped from behind. My drink
goes all over me, drenching me and my phone. The asshole doesn't even say
excuse me or bother to apologize. Maybe it is the alcohol or it could be the
sexual tension that has me wound tighter than a whore in church, but I am
fucking pissed.
“Hey Asshole!” I
shout over the loud techno music that reverberates through the club. “At least
look where you are going dick face.”
“Excuse me? Did
your mother teach you to talk with that fucking mouth bitch?” The arrogant
asshole slurs. He is so drunk his speech is littered with spit. Total lack of
respect.
“What the hell is
going on over here? You okay Summer?” Damien and his crew line up around the
asshole stranger. Typical Damien to try to come to the rescue. Someone needs to
let him know I do not need to be rescued like some little whimpering twit who
can't defend herself. I got this shit. I know how to handle assholes better than
most. I tap the bar and order another drink from the bartender.
“Well this asshole
not only bumps into me and spills my drink all over me, he ruins my phone and
doesn't have the fucking balls to at least apologize.”
The asshole steps
towards me. “I can show you how big my fucking balls are bitch if you want to
drop to your knees.” He grabs his cock through his jeans and starts to shake it
at me. Fucking prick.
I grab the newly
mixed drink in front of me and stand up from the barstool. I take a sip and
pull the straw out of the glass nonchalantly. Before he can see it coming, I
throw the drink in the asshole's face. While he is busy sputtering, the sound
of my hand resonating against the side of his face makes jaws drop as the guys
watch on in half disbelief and half amazement. I do not give this dick face the
chance to say anything before I finish getting my point across.
I reach down and
with a steeled grip I grab the strangers cock and squeeze my hand around him so
hard his body leans in to me to relieve some of the pressure.
“Let's get a few
things straight. Number one. If you bump a lady, you say excuse me. It's called
fucking manners. Number two. You do not call a lady a bitch. And Number three.
If you ever shake your pathetic little excuse of a cock at me again, which by
the way, feels more like a wet fucking Vienna sausage, I will make sure that
you never have children in this lifetime. Do you feel like we have a much
better understanding of one another now?” I ask reinforcing my tight grip on
him. He shakes his head, his face mangled with pain, to nod yes.
Meet the Author
Kristina Borden
resides in Corsicana, Tx with her husband. Kristina's only child is her fur
baby, a Shih-Tzu named Chew. Kristina is an emerging author breaking into
the Indie community with her first book having been released in late 2015: The
Imperfect Gift.
Kristina is a
multi-genre author. Her current WIPS include a Dark Erotica project as well as
a Contemporary Romance Series expected to Release in 2016.
She enjoys getting
to know people and loves to hear when someone is touched or moved by her
writing. Her passion for writing is driven by her need to inspire others, touch
someone's life, and simply share with the world the characters she brings to
life on her pages.
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