Don't Fall for the Bad Boy: A BWWM Bad Boy Interracial Romance

By Kay Michelle

Melina is used to taking care of herself, so when Adan pulls up and tries to lend her a hand when she gets a flat tire, she refuses his help. She makes it her aim in life to prove that she doesn't need a man to take care of her. But even though she doesn't need a man, doesn't mean she doesn't like them! And Adan happens to be HOT and mysterious… she's just gotta learn more. 

Things get weird when Melina and Adan run into a girl named Amanda. Melina knows he's keeping secrets and thinks it has something to do with Amanda but can't quite put her finger on it. Maybe she should just move on… she just can't seem to get Adan out of her head. Will Adan's secret keep them from making the love match they both deserve? Or will Adan win Melina over and be her prince charming?

Note: The cover story is a sweet & sexy 8,000 word (1 hour read) stand alone, with no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after!

This book contains spicy love scenes, colorful language, and bonus stories for 18+ readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wild Card Press
• Release date: Feb 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386060055

Book preview

One

God fucking dammit. I muttered as I dropped my books on the hood of my car. I bent down to look at the flat tire.

Could this day get worse? No, you shouldn’t wonder that, otherwise you’re going to jinx it and get stuck walking home in the rain. I let out a deep breath and grabbed my keys from my pocket. I unlocked my door, tossed my books in there and popped the trunk. For once I was thankful I’d managed to clean out the car somewhat so I didn’t have to take everything out and put it on the ground.

I started my car, put my Miranda Lambert CD on and rolled the windows down so I’d be able to hear it. I closed the door as I made my way over to trunk. Before lifting the floor board up I slipped out of my heels, not trusting myself to be able to do this with 4 inch heels on.

The asphalt felt good against my feet I have to admit, and despite the fact I could tell everyone had begun to stare at me, I popped the floor board up in my little Jetta’s trunk and reached for the spare tire as I sung the lyrics coming from my speakers.

Are you alright?

My head snapped up as he spoke. My jaw almost dropped.

His black hair hung down to his jaw. His green eyes roamed over my body, falling to my feet and a smirk spread over his face, his thin beard tilting up as he did so. I swallowed dryly as I stared at the lip ring he wore.

My eyes ran over his body, mostly looking at all the tattoos along his arms.

I’m fine thank you. I finally forced myself to speak. I felt a little breathless as he stepped towards me. He wore tight skinny jeans and a black T-shirt. To my surprise my eyes rested on a Hank Williams tattoo on his forearm.

You sure about that?

I frowned. I’m pretty fucking sure.

He laughed softly. Alright, well do you mind if I keep you company? I stared at him blankly. You know, just in case you could use a second pair of hands.

I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything as I turned back to the trunk and pulled the tire out, along with the jack, my breaker bar and the socket set I kept back there.

I worked in silence as I loosened the bolts on the tire, mostly ignoring him as much as I could.

"So, I take it