Bad for You

By Avery Kaye

I have known her for years. I have wanted her for years.

There are a million different reasons why I should walk away from Taylor. Let’s start with the obvious: she’s so young-- sweet, pure...innocent. I’m her older brother’s best friend. I’ve been around the block once or twice or a hundred times. Plus I race cars for a living. Not the most stable career.

But my heart and body know what they want. And what they want, I will have. No matter what it takes.

The question is: will the woman I can’t stop thinking about give me her heart willingly?

Or will she make me fight for it?

Warning: This story is a sweet, dirty, sticky, over-the-top story of forbidden love and illicit lust. If you’re looking for something wholesome and sweet, try an Amish romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Novel Mind Books
• Release date: Sep 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370793952

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BAD FOR YOU

BILLIONAIRE INSTA LOVE Book 2

AVERY KAYE

Copyright 2017 Avery Kaye

Are you looking for sexy, campy OTT insta-love stories that'll make your device melt?

Looking for something short but satisfying, with a hero who deserves his happily ever after and would never cheat on his woman? Look no further!

Buy this book and you get a rich, alpha, delightfully dirty book boyfriend; one innocent virgin ready to be swept off her feet (or slammed up against the wall); and a satisfying HEA that is sure to make you say, Aww.

Warning: This book contains one OTT, stuffed-to-the-brim-with-tropes plotline, plenty of hot, sexy lovin’, and sticky-sweet romance. New to Avery Kaye? You’re in for a real (sizzling, uber-cheesy) treat! Keep some cool drinks close…and your significant other closer. You’ll need both. Not new? You know the drill! Enjoy!

CONTENTS

BAD FOR YOU

ROYALLY WICKED (SAMPLE)

I have known her for years. I have wanted her for years.

There are a million different reasons why I should walk away from Taylor. Let’s start with the obvious: she’s so young-- sweet, pure…innocent. I’m her older brother’s best friend. I’ve been around the block once or twice or a hundred times. Plus I race cars for a living. Not the most stable career.

But my heart and body know what they want. And what they want, I will have. No matter what it takes.

The question is: will the woman I can’t stop thinking about give me her heart willingly?

Or will she make me fight for it?

Warning: This story is a sweet, dirty, sticky, over-the-top story of forbidden love and illicit lust. If you’re looking for something wholesome and sweet, try an Amish romance.

Chapter 1

Taylor

Oh crap.

He’s here.

Robert. My other brother.

Technically, Robert isn’t my brother at all. He’s my brother’s best friend. But he’s always treated me like a brother…Correction, he used to treat me like a brother.

Lately, he’s been totally ignoring me. For no reason.

I don’t like it.

I glance his way.

What’s he doing here? He doesn’t even go to this college. My first weekend at school—my first college party—and he decides to show up? Coincidence?

Probably.

Maybe.

I decide to go find out.

I weave through the throng of beer-toting students, each of them holding a plastic cup of cheap beer dispensed from the keg, and in various stages of drunkenness. There’s not a stick of furniture in the place. Not a single chair, even for a staggering, sloppy-drunk girl to plunk onto. Me, I’m sober. Haven’t had a drop. Yet. It’s as good a time as any to fight my way through the crowd to the keg. It gives me a valid reason to pass Robert.

Robert. That name.

It used to be Rob. And he used to be nice. He used to take me to his races. He races stock cars. On dirt tracks. It’s so exciting. I loved watching, smelling the dust, the burning rubber and exhaust. He used to call me Princess. And Baby.

But not anymore.

I don’t know why everything has changed. The last time I saw him he insisted I call him Robert. Not Rob. Rob-ert. The name doesn’t suit him.

I shove through a wall of cute college boys and find myself in the center of a circle of them.

Hey, one cutie shouts to me, grabbing my arm and giving it a tug. Haven’t seen you around before. Freshman?

I don my best flirty smile. Yes, I am. The sad truth is I’m no good at flirting at all. In fact, I suck at it, thanks to my all-girl’s Catholic school education. I haven’t attended a school with boys in four years. And, outside of my occasional