Notch on His Bedpost
By Brill Harper
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He said/she said in the age of the internet…
My job as a dating guru for men has earned me the nickname of Mr. Virile and I have no plans on giving up my reign as bachelor. I have a reputation to uphold, especially with the release of my book coming up. Men count on me and my YouTube channel and website to help them find the alpha male inside.
But a publicity stunt goes wrong and now I have to pretend to date, Holly, "the girl next door" blogger who hates my website and doles out the opposite advice to her many feminist subscribers. She says I'm exactly the kind of guy she cautions her readers and podcast listeners away from and she's right.
She says I'll never get her into my bed. I say she won't regret it when I'm there. As long as we both remember this is all for fun, nobody will get hurt.
I don't have a heart, so I'm in no danger of losing it to her, right?
Author confession: I wanted to put this book in the Blue Collar Bad Boy series because Dane is such a bad, bad boy. But he's not blue collar—he likes his expensive suits and his urban reputation. Or does he? If you like opposites attract and enemies to lovers and watching the big Alpha fall head over heels in love, step on in. Oh, and there's a big, dopey dog and lots of he said/she said. Has the girl next door tamed the most virile man alive, or is she just another notch on the bedpost?
Brill Harper
Unfailingly filthy...and super sweet Brill's books are filthy/sweet for when you're in the mood for something a little over the top. Okay, a lot over the top. Sorry, not sorry. Brill Harper is represented by Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency.
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Notch on His Bedpost - Brill Harper
ABOUT THIS BOOK
HE SAID/SHE SAID IN the age of the internet...
My job as a dating guru for men has earned me the nickname of Mr. Virile and I have no plans on giving up my reign as bachelor. I have a reputation to uphold, especially with the release of my book coming up. Men count on me and my YouTube channel and website to help them find the alpha male inside.
But a publicity stunt goes wrong and now I have to pretend to date, Holly, the girl next door
blogger who hates my website and doles out the opposite advice to her many feminist subscribers. She says I’m exactly the kind of guy she cautions her readers and podcast listeners away from and she’s right.
She says I’ll never get her into my bed. I say she won’t regret it when I’m there. As long as we both remember this is all for fun, nobody will get hurt.
I don’t have a heart, so I’m in no danger of losing it to her, right?
Author confession: I wanted to put this book in the Blue Collar Bad Boy series because Dane is such a bad, bad boy. But he’s not blue collar—he likes his expensive suits and his urban reputation. Or does he? Oh, and there’s a big, dopey dog and lots of he said/she said. Has the girl next door tamed the most virile man alive, or is she just another notch on the bedpost?
AMA with Mr. Virile
Transcript from live Facebook event
DEAR MR. VIRILE,
Following your advice, I’ve been really careful not to let the new woman at work put me in the friend zone
because she’s smoking hot and I want to date her. I’m not sure I’m reading her signals right, though. Sometimes, she flat out ignores me and other times, she can’t carry on a conversation with me at the water cooler without touching me a million times. How do I know if it’s a go or not?
Sincerely,
Horny and Confused
DEAR HC,
Women are mysterious creatures. They say one thing and do another all the time, but the Virile Man knows to look for subconscious cues to let him know when to stop circling the runway and land the plane already.
A woman can bat her eyelashes at you one moment and gift you with a death glare the next, but she can’t control her pupils. One sure sign of attraction can be found in the windows to her panties...her eyes. Pupils dilate during arousal and attraction, so take a moment to look deep into those baby blues before you give up. She may be sending you mixed signals, but eyes don’t lie.
CHAPTER ONE
Dane Martin
LEANING AGAINST THE wrought iron bar that overlooks the rest of the lounge, I survey my kingdom and am pleased.
It’s only Tuesday night, but bar business is good—an auspicious sign of a favorable outcome for me, though I don’t own the club or have any financial interest in it. A laugh tinkles in the distance, stirring my blood and reminding me how much I absofuckinglutely love to be surrounded by women.
I love the way they sound, smell, taste. The cool rush of their silky skin, the pillows of their flesh, the heat of their mouths, throats, pussies, and ass. I love the knowing look in their eye when they’re pretending they don’t realize I’m seducing them. Witty lovers please me the most, the ones who turn me on with their mind first, their body second. But let’s face it, I’m mostly there for their body.
I’m not saying I’m not an ass. I’m well aware I’m not on anyone’s list of prospective husbands. And I’m never dishonest about my intentions.
But just being in their presence is a reverent experience for me. I worship at the church of sexy women. I’m never a better me than when surrounded by beautiful women.
So a hot Tuesday night at the bar puts a smile on my face. Though not one of the hottest clubs in Port Calypso, I like the ambiance of Felony. The music is never too loud to get a phone number, the lights never too low to spot a woman masquerading herself prettier than she really is, and the top shelf liquor is never watered down. Really, that is all I require to get the job done.
Tonight, the ratio of women to men was a perfect 3:1 thanks to a bachelorette party in progress in the corner. Another good sign. Women feel more in control when they outnumber the men in a bar. They enjoy more freedom and less inhibition. They flirt with abandon. They don’t feel hunted.
They still are, of course.
The less testosterone in a bar, the better, as far as I’m concerned.
The volume of squeals from the corner signifies that the party is likely on their second round of margaritas. Too soon for a strike in that zone. It would be another two rounds before a guy could begin separating the individuals from the pack. Right now, the ladies are still high on friendship and Beyoncé. Girl power and all that. Later, after two hours of boozing and talking about penises, they’ll be more agreeable to finding one to take home.
A nod to Marc behind the bar and the man pulls out the eighteen-year-old Macallan they keep below deck for the nights I come in. I take it neat because I don’t like complications in my drinks any more than I like them in relationships. I take it at eighteen years because it tastes better, and though the joke is there, I unwaveringly stay away from women of the same age as my Scotch. There is nothing uncomplicated about dating barely legal girls. I don’t have anything to prove, thus don’t need my women to be barely anything.
I sip my drink slowly, watching a poor soul make an ill-timed blast at the bridal party. His approach is terrible. From my perch, I can see that the guy is fronting a confidence he doesn’t feel. You don’t just walk up to a table full of women, interrupt their good time, and not have a better plan than a line as tired as, How you doin’?
Three...Two...One...and...shot down, as expected. If the guy is lucky, one of his buddies will send him to my website, Mister Virile dot com. Sooner than later. I provide a much-needed service to the single men in the world, which in turn benefits the single women of the world. I’m almost a humanitarian, really.
Right on time, my agent, Magdalene Finch, waves at me from the bar entrance. Her shiny blonde mane bounces as she strides toward me, smiling the way that makes the primal male heart grow inside my chest. She is gorgeous, smart, savvy, and completely off limits, though that never stops me from appreciating her charms. I just can’t partake in them.
I reach to kiss her cheek and take a healthy whiff of her hair. Amazing. She always smells amazing. Mags.
Dane.
She squeezes my arm and shakes her head ruefully, as if lamenting her bad luck that our professional relationship means we keep things professional. We would never know each other in the biblical sense. A shame. You’re a work of art, my friend.
I smile and get Marc’s attention with a slight inclination of my chin. "My agent tells me I need to keep up my