Romancing Recee

By Allie Standifer

Love is never easy between two people determined to avoid heartbreak.

Experience has taught Recee Williams that love causes nothing but pain. Her past has proven her right time and again. She's content to live her life alone with no one but her friends. They may be close to the legal line of insanity, but they're her true family.

Garen's interest in the most lethal and unstable member of Club B's owners is nothing but foolish. Knowing that doesn't stop him from rushing to her 'rescue' when an ex threatens Recee's life. But Recee is more than capable of taking care of herself.

After one night together Garen knows he'll never be able to let this prickly woman go, but he'll need more than charm and great talent between the sheets.

Somehow Garen needs to find the perfect way to start Romancing Recee.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Nov 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9780857157959

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Romancing Recee

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©Copyright Allie Standifer 2011

Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright November 2011

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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-sizzling and a sexometer of 2

Club Botticelli

ROMANCING RECEE

Allie Standifer

Book five in the Club Botticelli Series

Love is never easy between two people determined to avoid heartbreak.

Experience has taught Recee Williams that love causes nothing but pain. Her past has proven her right time and again. She’s content to live her life alone with no one but her friends. They may be close to the legal line of insanity, but they’re her true family.

Garen’s interest in the most lethal and unstable member of Club B’s owners is nothing but foolish. Knowing that doesn't stop him from rushing to her ‘rescue’ when an ex threatens Recee’s life. But Recee is more than capable of taking care of herself.

After one night together Garen knows he’ll never be able to let this prickly woman go, but he'll need more than charm and great talent between the sheets.

Somehow Garen needs to find the perfect way to start Romancing Recee.

Dedication

To My Friends: The Soused, Sexy and Semi-Impaired Seven,

Samantha Cayto, the Nicole Austin, Desiree Holt, Brenna Zinn,

Cerise Deland and Regina Carlysle

You ladies make the bad stuff better, the good stuff great and the great stuff worth jail time.

I wouldn’t have half the stories, laughter and fun without you! Here’s to our next adventure in Vegas!!

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Cheerios: General Mills

Choco-wine: 2011 Clever Imports

Thorazine: GlaxoSmithKline

Barbie: Mattel, Inc.

Mary Kay: Mary Kay Inc.

iPhone: Apple Inc.

iPod: Apple Inc.

Dancing with the Stars: The British Broadcasting Corporation

Matchbox Cars: Mattel Inc.

Chapter One

The moment she strutted into the club Garen ‘Flash’ Swifthorse couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Curly brown hair spiralled down to her mouth-watering butt. Instantly his pants tightened around his growing erection. When tall, hot and edible sashayed her sexy ass up a set of metal stairs, she stopped at the landing, blew a kiss in their direction then disappeared from view. He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

The woman kept him hard anytime he caught sight of her. Hell, Caprice ‘Recee’ Williams jerked his cock with the mere thought of her. Too bad she never looked in his direction for her pleasure. Anytime the two of them were in the same room sparks flew as fast as the insults they tossed at each other.

She single? Casually sipping his ice-cold beer, he never took his eyes off the doorway his prey’s curvy figure had entered, the doorway that led to the private office of the club’s owner. Emma’s friends were an amazing handful of eye candy, he mused as the cold liquid flowed down his parched throat.

For now. The veiled answer from his best friend and business partner, Brock Cage, didn’t surprise him though it did annoy him. Brock wasn’t a talker under the best of circumstances, but this time Garen felt more than a flash of irritation. Hadn’t Garen covered his buddy’s six the first time they walked in the club, facing a pack of rabidly over-protective women looking to castrate his friend? The least Brock could do was answer a question or two. It wasn’t like he had anything else scheduled for the evening.

A quick look at his expensive watch, accurate in five time zones, assured Garen he had enough time left to get a few questions answered. That means?

Brock lifted one broad shoulder in a casual shrug. Recee always has a guy in the wings. I swear they take numbers.

Then they need to be checked in to the nearest psych ward. Olivia’s fiancé Ethan Newton stated. That woman carries knives like other females carry purses.

Well, as long as she knows how to use them and no one gets hurt I don’t see the problem. Leave it to Carter to offer the mature approach. Living with Briley hadn’t changed the computer expert’s outlook on life. Considering Briley Evans didn’t have even a passing acquaintance with sanity Garen had to give the man props for remaining level. Garen felt his lip twitch with amusement.

I shudder to think of Recee armed, dangerous and pissed off. Treat her like a safari exhibit, my friend, watch her from a distance, make sure you’re armed with a dart gun and never, never piss off the queen of the jungle. She’ll eat you for lunch then use your rib cage to play drums.

Hunt, that is sick, twisted and probably the closest thing to the truth. Brock shot Hunt a knowing look. She’s all that and more. The more part being she’s pretty much a sister to Trinity. Since the two of you got together with Recee’s help I’d strongly suggest keeping opinions like that to myself.

Like Emma wouldn’t geld you for trash-talking her friend? Hunt had a smirk curving his mouth.

Brock laughed. Gelding me would hurt her, too. Nah, my Em’s more likely to plan a sneak attack when I least expect it. She fights dirty that way. The shit-eating grin splitting his lips stated he didn’t mind his fiancée’s tendency to get dirty.

Let’s face it, gentlemen, the women we love are doing the mambo on the line of sanity. They’re impetuous, arrogant, and wanted in one state for crimes none of them will talk about. Hunt laid the truth out there for all them to swallow, no matter how bitter the pill.

So Recee is available? All Garen wanted was the answer to that question. If some loser thought he had a place in that dangerous lady’s bed he’d be more than happy to physically change his mind. Yeah, he hadn’t noticed her on his first trip to Club Botticelli, but now that he had… Yeah, he couldn’t wait to see how Recee’s ankles looked as earrings.

Brock slapped him on the shoulder. All I can say is yes and what kind of music do you want played at your funeral?

With the way you two have been circling each other I knew there’d be an intervention soon or later, Ethan muttered around his beer bottle.

Hey, there’s nothing like foreplay to spice things up, right, Garen? Carter jumped in to play middle man once more, his hands clasped tight around his dark glass of micro-brew.

What?

Carter shrugged, the plaid shirt covering his tall, lanky frame twisting while his rimless glasses slipped down the bridge of his Roman nose. Impatiently he shoved them back in place. Haven’t all the fights, insults and cut-downs been foreplay for the two of you? I mean everyone within a ten block radius of you can feel the burn when you’re together.

Nah, that’s just Recee using another man’s balls as a whetting stone. Ethan tipped his chair back, a contented smile curving his mouth.

The rest of the men laughed as they moved on to discuss other happenings in their lives. Garen tuned them out. His sole focus, the pinpoint of light in his existence, was one smart-ass, knife-wielding, curly-haired vixen.

She might not know it yet, but Recee Williams had just met her match.

* * * *

Ladies, your cordless dildos are downstairs plotting. You might want to make sure they’re not stealing each other’s Matchbox cars. Or it could get nasty. Recee shut the door, separating the club from Olivia’s private office.

Briley Evans’ blonde head popped up from behind the wide leather couch. A sleek crystal wine glass filled her hand. What are you talking about?

Would you please stop calling them that? Trinity muttered without much heat, fighting a losing battle that her friends knew she’d never win. At least in my case, Hunt’s better than any vibrator I bought. Bigger too. The hussy had the nerve to brag.

Screams of TMI rang through the large feminine office. Yeah, Recee could have lived the rest of her life without knowing that much information on Dr. Huntington Windslow. But damn, that Trinity was one lucky woman, Recee admitted to herself and only to herself. Give these women even the whiff of vulnerability and they’d be on her like starving jackals, but with fewer table manners.

I just left them not even five minutes ago and they were fine. Teasing Noah, but hell, that’s nothing new. Olivia moved from behind her large oak desk to stand near Recee.

Uncaring, Recee shrugged her shoulders. All I know is from the minute I stepped into the club I almost died from testosterone overdose. She waved a bejewelled hand in front of her face mimicking the heat wave she’d felt with that much good-looking eye candy only steps away. She didn’t mention a particular set of dark eyes that set her