Bad Boys' Box Set

By Erica Storm

The following books in the Bad Boys’ Box Set are for individuals 18 and over.
Bad Boys
Page Morgan has been running away from Bad Boys since high school. She thought that it was safer to date the geek, the nerd, until she crossed paths with Nicholas Landon, tall, disarming smile, blue eyes, and when he leaned in to whisper in her ear, it was a prelude to what came next. One night with him, and Page knew she wanted the most desirable Bad Boy there ever was.
One Is Never Enough
When Chase discovers his fiancé is cheating on him, he turns to his friend Ian who takes him out after work to the nearest bar for a celebration, where he meets two willing and beautiful women who does everything together.

The Billionaire and the Brat (Part 1)
All characters are over 18.
When Rylee doesn’t have the money to pay for a full price ticket from New York to San Francisco, she devises a plan to get a cheap ticket. She discovers she’s seated next to the most gorgeous man who has ever crossed her path in her twenty-two years, but she has limitations on how far she can go with Ryan Chase, because she isn’t whom she’s pretending to be.

When Ryan Chase’s jet is in for service, he has to travel commercial, and he is seated next to a spoiled, smart mouth, young woman whom he thinks is younger than what she really is. He sees her as just a Brat, who asks too many personal questions throughout the five hour flight from New York to San Francisco. All he wants to do is get some work done, and maybe have a quiet flight, without the annoyance of a talkative ill- mannered child.

The Billionaire and the Brat Part 2
All characters are 18 and over.
Ryan is left confused by Rylee’s hasty departure and he can’t get the girl out of his mind. She touched something deep inside of him and he won’t let go of her. His lingering thoughts of Rylee are unsettling and weird. It is something about her that calls into question his attraction to matured women.

Billionaire and the Brat Part 3
Amelia a.k.a. Rylee wants nothing more than to confess to the man she has fallen for, but he appears to be intrigued and obsessed with her alter-ego Rylee.
After Ryan learns the truth about Amelia and Rylee he wants to teach Amelia a lesson that she should tell the truth, otherwise, he will punish her hard and without protection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Jun 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311932488

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

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Bad Boys’ Box Set includes:

Bad Boys

One Is Never Enough

The Billionaire and the Brat parts 1, 2, 3

Each book contains an excerpt from some of my books.

Excerpt from Bad Boys

Dr. Michael Bentley and me, Page Morgan, dated for six months until one day I stopped by his office unannounced. The blinds were closed and I heard hard breathing coming from his office, which sat in the rear of his research lab. It wasn’t a long walk to the back. I thought he was taking his exercises because whenever I visited him in the evenings, he was riding his stationary bike sweating and breathing hard.

He had a great body and I wondered why he never showed it off, but then some nerds never do. They depend on other intrinsic things to make them attractive to women. That being their steady, dependable devotion, and potential income as husbands.

That was my misconception of a nerd. I was running away from Bad Boys and I inadvertently ran right into another one. Opening his door, I peered in and from what I saw, Dr. Michael Bentley was no nerd.

I wasn’t shocked to find him leaning over her and the college student lying on his desk. I was surprised he had his eyeglasses off and he looked hot.

Bad Boys

By Erica Storm

Copyright 2015 by Erica Storm

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Chapter 1

I never knew what I saw in Nicholas Landon except he was the sexiest self-absorbed, irritatingly handsome bad boy I knew. We met in high school and the day I saw him, I wanted him. With his handsome good looks, his girlfriend ordinary as me, but she was blond and I’m a brunette, she had a large group of friends to watch her back, I had none. I expected I would have a hard time even getting near him because he was constantly surrounded by a bevy of girls and guys.

Fate would have it, and because the school was small, so probability was in my favor that Monday morning we locked eyes on the steps of Roosevelt High School, and it was in that instant I fell head over heels for him. That is after I tripped on the stairs over a pile of books someone left setting there. I didn’t see the books all I saw was the glow and flash of the bluest eyes this side of Seattle. Completely mesmerized at such a handsome specimen of manhood, I did a Hail Mary as I tumbled head first.

Closing my eyes in midair with no time to think, no strategy about breaking my fall, my brain knew I would break every bone in my body or a leg or arm if I hit that cemented tiled floor. I tumbled over the books, did a half circle in the air and fell into a pair of muscular arms of this devilishly handsome boy, as his girlfriend glared at me.

She probably thought it was a stunt to meet Nicholas, but who in their right mind would dream of something that could kill or incapacitate them for years. What good would it do to pull a stunt like that? I wish I had thought of it earlier, though, and maybe choreographed it because I had taken gymnastics since grade school. 

After catching me like a football in his powerful arms, gazing into my wide eyes, he lowered me to the stone flooring. When my feet hit the ground I said, Thank you. I’m so sorry.

There’s nothing to be sorry for, he said, just be happy I was here to keep you from falling.

His blond girlfriend giving me the evil eye, whispered something into his ear and then she glanced up at me with a snotty smile.

I didn’t know whether they were laughing at me, and of all the days to wear a dress to school it was that day. Maybe it was my antique underwear that had the days of the week imprinted on them that was so hilarious to them. Girls in some schools wore thongs but because it was cold in Seattle, and it appeared even colder because of Arizona’s climate, I bought a pack when we moved here from Arizona.

Nicholas took off his football jacket, wrapped it around his girlfriend as his eyes locked with mine. It was then I wanted him. I needed him, and I dreamed of him.

Last year, I couldn’t recognize a Bad Boy, but him, he had it written all over from the flash of his blue eyes, his hair, his full smile, and his beautifully portioned athletic physique, which would render any girl he desired— totally helpless.

Some Bad Boys appear ordinary at first sight. There’s no signs written over their foreheads saying watch out for him he will break your heart. No one whispered that Bad Boys were just Bad Boys, and they couldn’t help themselves, and they exuded sex all around them. They smelled of sex, they looked like they just had sex, their hair had a sexy look, and chances are they knew what to do with the sex they had between their legs. 

I watched at him as if in a trance when his jacket came off and I spotted tattoos framing his muscle arms with names of girls. As he draped the jacket over his girlfriend’s shoulders, she swoon and held it as if she was Perseus and it was a gift from the god Zeus. Then he patted her on the behind and she trotted up the stairs as if she had blinders on.

I couldn’t take any more of his show of affection to that girl and I walked to my locker. He stepped and stood close to me, as I looked up at him with awe, caught in his lighting cloud of wonder, and struck by the electric current that traveled from that cloud through me when he touched my arm.

Why haven’t I seen you around? He said with a low, sexy growl to his voice. My name is Nicholas Landon, he extended his hand, and just in case you don’t know, I’m a senior. And you are? Gazing at him, stunned and out of my comfort zone and element, I stood with a closed mouth unable to speak and mystified that he would look at me. I was too busy appraising his wonderful features. I asked myself, how does a senior boy in high school become that sexy and matured looking? He had to be born that way. I concluded.

Watching him, I smiled and took his hand, I’m Page Morgan a senior. He held my hand until I pulled it away not because I was shy, but because he made me uncomfortable because he was so good looking with his dark hair and blue eyes. He didn’t shave this morning, and he had a small beard making a welcoming appearance. Under that football jacket was a gray tee shirt with maroon lettering. The short sleeves showed his rock hard arms and each time he twist his arms, I wanted grab them and wrapped them around me.   

His worn jeans, to say the least were hugging his amazing body for dear life. They didn’t want to let go of him. And as he shifted his weight, his stance emphasized his strong thighs.

I just moved here from Tucson...Arizona, I said my voice breaking as he closed in on me resting one hand over my locker. I dropped my purse from nerves, and we both bent down to retrieve it and he glanced into my eyes. You have beautiful brown eyes and that tan, I get hot just looking at it. Is it all over? He asked with a curling of his lips causing a seductive smile to appear. We stood together with both of us holding on to my purse. I pulled it from him, turning looking aimlessly in my locker, pretending I was looking for my books, just to give myself time to breathe normally.

What do you mean? I asked looking down.

Does that tan cover your entire body or is it just on your face? he said reaching and placing his finger under my chin tipping it up to look at him.

That appears to be a personal question. Instead of him moving away, he came even closer and my heart thumped in my chest. It was a feeling that sent blood to my cheeks heating them at an unhealthy level, where I began to sweat. But he was calm, and he didn’t move away from me as I squirmed in the corner.

I aim to get personal with you. I just hope I do before that tan goes away. I want to see all of it. You don’t get to see many tans in Seattle, he said tilting his head to the side and shooting me a devilish smile. He passed his fingers over the side of my jaw and I flushed and my breathing intensified as if I was being chased by a mad man.

My panties were soaked. I placed my hand in my purse and searched for one of those thin pads I saved. Not for times like this, but for emergencies. Well, I guess this was an emergency.

Looking up at him I said, I think you forgot something.

Oh that. My girlfriend understands me.

I don’t mean that, I said closing my locker door and dipping under his taut arms. Standing back with him facing me, I smiled, It’s time for the next class. I’m going to be late. I rushed away just to put some distance from his aura and charm. I hurried to class after stopping in the restroom. Sitting in a haste before the teacher noticed, I made a mistake and dropped my books on the desk with a thud. Some of the class members turned around. I was the new girl and now the attention was on me. I never liked attention.

In my small high school in Tucson, I chose the most homely boys to go on dates with. The ones with glasses and no girlfriends. Guys who girls wouldn’t be seen dead with. Or, I would date boys who felt comfortable dating in groups. My friends had advised me that it wasn’t cool to pick the nerds and geeks. The ones who spent their time in front of computers creating apps and developing software. The math wizards. The ones their mother or father dressed. But they were safe, and no one noticed us.

Deep down inside I craved the Bad Boy. The one all the girls wanted, and only one lucky girl had the privilege of dating him. The jock who was too handsome and was sure to be spoiled. The jock who fucked plenty of girls but had one special girl and she knew it. I wanted the Bad Boy, I wanted Nicholas, but I wanted to be the only one he made