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“Once again, L.J. Shen has blown me away with a hauntingly beautiful, angst-driven, emotionally charged romance that will stay with me long after the last page. A must read for 2020.”
--Siobhan Davis, USA Today bestselling author
Vaughn Spencer.
They call him an angry god.
To me, he is nothing but a heartless prince.
His parents rule this town, its police, every citizen and boutique on Main Street.
All I own is a nice, juicy grudge against him for that time he almost killed me.
Between hooking up with a different girl every weekend, breaking hearts, noses and rules, Vaughn also finds the time to bully little ole’ me.
I fight back, tooth and nail, never expecting him to chase me across the ocean after we graduate high school.
But here he is, living with me in a dark, looming castle on the outskirts of London.
A fellow intern. A prodigal sculptor. A bloody genius.
They say this place is haunted, and it is.
Carlisle Castle hides two of our most awful secrets.
Vaughn thinks he can kill the ghosts of his past, but what he doesn’t know? It’s my heart he’s slaying.
Angry God is a stand-alone, DARK High School Romance. It deals with sensitive subjects some may find triggering.
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“All of Me” by Billie Holliday comes on and we neither stop nor speak. We just keep moving to the music. My hands creep up to the back of his neck where his skin is bare and warm to the touch. His eyes are the most amazing shade of hazel. Like some lovesick fool I could stare into them for hours. I don’t think I’ve slow danced with someone since high school. Don’t get me wrong, there have been memorable times in my adult life. I’ve been given roses and taken to dimly lit restaurants. But being here with him is quickly becoming peak romance. Next is “Lover” by Taylor Swift and we dance on. He doesn’t try to kiss me so I don’t make a move either. There’s no need for more just yet. Doing this, being this close, is beautiful. I want about a hundred more moments like this with him. Possibly a great deal more. When the music stops we gradually still. And there’s this moment when it’s just me and him and the city around us seems perfectly silent. How good it is to simply be in his arms and to have the full focus of his attentions. To know that maybe, just maybe, I’m safe here with him. The chambers of my heart fill up with him, one by one, and it’s both wonderful and terrifying. “That was nice,” he says in a low voice. “Yes, it was.” He looks down, taking in the way our bodies are pressed together. “Baby Jesus would be appalled.” “I do so hate disappointing infant gods.” “You know, fifty years from now we’re going to look back on tonight and you’re going to regret not taking the opportunity to feel me up,” he says. “Just going for it and grabbing my junk like you own it.” “Oh my God, Beck.” I laugh. “That was such a perfect romantic moment and you just killed it.” “I did?” “Dead and buried.” He scratches at his head. “Well, shit. I was only being honest.” “Of course you were.” With a smile, he takes a step back. I miss him immediately. The heat and the feel of him. The warm and familiar scent of his body. Maybe I should have taken him home last night. Though this slower pace has a sweetness and heat I can’t help but enjoy. Despite the crazy things that come out of his mouth and the insane cravings he inspires in me just by existing. Damn the man. “So,” he says. I break out in gooseflesh from the way he looks at me. As if not only am I the only woman in the room (which I am), but quite possibly on the whole damn planet. As I’ve mentioned before, his attention is addictive. “How about I get the mopping done and then take you on a second date to the diner?” he asks. “See if I can’t bring the romance back to our burgeoning long-term relationship.” “A second date, huh?” “It’s a big step, I know. But I think we’re ready. What do you think?” I nod, my stomach turning upside down. “Let’s do it.”
Synopsis
I’m the type of girl who’s given up on fairy tales. So when Beck – the hot new busboy at work – starts flirting with me, I know better than to get my hopes up. Happily ever afters aren’t for the average. I learned that the hard way.
But how can I be expected to resist a man who can quote Austen, loves making me laugh, and seems to be everything hot and good in this world?
Only there’s so much more to him than that.
Billionaire playboy? Check.
Troubled soul? Check.
The owner of my heart, the man I’ve moved halfway across the country to be with, who’s laying the world at my feet in order to convince me to never leave? Check. Check. Check.
But nobody does complicated like the one percent.
This is not your everyday rags-to-riches, knight-in-shining armor whisking the poor girl off her feet kind of story. No, this is much messier.
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Release Date: February 26, 2020
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No lies.
No feelings.
Just sex.
It's basically my mantra. So when I meet a woman who demands nothing more of me than those three things, it sounds like the perfect arrangement.
Or so I thought.
Because for the first time in my life, I find myself wanting more. I find myself wanting the one woman who seems intent on keeping me at arm's length.
“Hey!” she shouted as I swallowed the shot.
I reached for the second one, but she was faster. She swiped it from the counter and downed it before I could. She took it like a champ, slamming the glass on the counter.
Just as I’d remembered—competitive. Another tick in her box.
“What’s next—body shots?” I teased, though I would gladly take any excuse to lick her skin.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you in college?”
It took me a moment to realize she was serious. I threw back my head and laughed before leaning in to whisper in her ear. “No, but we can pretend I am if that turns you on.”
She pushed against my chest, though I didn’t budge. Instead, I grabbed her hand, clasping it in mine. I stared at her for a split second, the air between us swirling with tension. Everything and everyone else faded away, and all I could see was her.
It was the oddest sensation, and I would’ve blamed it on the alcohol but I’d barely consumed any. Somehow, though, it felt like we were the only two people in the club.
Her rich eyes blinked up at me, framed with long, dark lashes. She was just as stunning as I’d remembered, if not more so. And her peach-colored dress was going to drive me over the edge or land me in jail.
The smooth material clung to her curves like I wanted to. It wrapped around her hips, showing off her narrow waist before encasing those gorgeous tits. And in some lights, it had the effect of an optical illusion—making it easy to imagine that she was naked. It also gave me the irrational urge to gouge out the eyes of every man who dared look at her.
I was done playing games.
I liked winning, and I was used to getting what I wanted, when I wanted it.
And I wanted this woman.
So, without another word, I tugged her behind me across the crowded floor. Once we were in the darkened hallway, I backed her against the wall, my hands bracketing her face. I couldn’t wait to sample those pouty lips—full and luscious, just like her hips and breasts.
Christ, she’s gorgeous.
I skimmed my hands up her sides, resting just below her rib cage. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, pushing her full breasts that much closer to my mouth. It didn’t take a stethoscope to know her heart was racing. My own was beating against my ribs, making me feel as if I’d run a marathon.
“Are you just going to stand there, Target Guy? Or are you going to kiss me?”
A deep chuckle rumbled through me.
Fuck me. I’d forgotten how assertive she was. How her eyes sparkled with challenge and mirth. How her words were as delicious as the lips delivering them.
Would she taste as good as I’d hoped?
“You really need to stop calling me ‘Target Guy.’ I do have a name.” A name that typically came loaded with expectations. But right now, I didn’t care because I wanted to hear my name on her lips more than I wanted to conceal my identity.
“And I’m sure it’s a lovely name.” She swayed a little on her heels, and I wondered how much alcohol she’d consumed.
I tightened my grip on her hips, wishing there was only bare skin beneath my fingers. My cock hardened even more if that were possible, and I was positive she felt it digging into her belly. There was no way she could miss it—aimed directly at her like a heat-seeking missile homed in on its target.
“No names.” Her expression was so stern, it almost made me laugh. “It’s so much more fun. Don’t you think?” She trailed a red-stained fingernail over the buttons of my shirt. “I like a little mystery.”
I chuckled, thinking this woman might damn well be perfect. Fucking gorgeous. A firebrand. And completely uninterested in entanglements. It was like staring at the female version of myself.
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The Rich Boy, an all-new, not-to-be missed standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott is releasing March 9th, and we have the stunning and drop-dead sexy cover!
I’m the type of girl who’s given up on fairy tales. So when Beck – the hot new busboy at work – starts flirting with me, I know better than to get my hopes up. Happily ever afters aren’t for the average. I learned that the hard way.
But how can I be expected to resist a man who can quote Austen, loves making me laugh, and seems to be everything hot and good in this world?
Only there’s so much more to him than that.
Billionaire playboy? Check. Troubled soul? Check. The owner of my heart, the man I’ve moved halfway across the country to be with, who’s laying the world at my feet in order to convince me to never leave? Check. Check. Check.
But nobody does complicated like the one percent.
This is not your everyday rags-to-riches, knight-in-shining armor whisking the poor girl off her feet kind of story. No, this is much messier.
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Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013, 2014 & 2018, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
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