Bad Boy Romance Collection

By Jess Winters

Complete Box Set of Bad Boy Romance Collection, a collection of 4 titles that have all the romance, action, and drama to leave you hooked.

Book 1 – Interview
Book 2 – Quarterback
Book 3 – My One Unexpected Love
Book 4 – My Dad's Murderer
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: SSPATEL Publishing
• Release date: Jan 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393739210

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Bad Boy Romance Collection

By:

Jess Winters

Contents:

Book1: Interview

Book2 : QUARTERBACK

Book 3: My One Unexpected Love

Book 4: My Dad’s Murderer

Book1: Interview

Billionaire Bad Boy Sport Romance

By:

Jess Winters

Contents:

Introduction

Chapter 1 – Meeting the Rude Boy

Chapter 2 – Playful Kisses

Chapter 3 – The Heated Moment

Chapter 4 – The Interview and the Dinner

Chapter 5 – The Fresh Start

Copyright © 2017 by Jess Winters

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Introduction

As a journalist, Jessica Ryder knew how to deal with all kinds of situations. But when her editor assigned her a last minute interview, she realized that she wasn’t prepared at all for the number one tennis player, Hayden Connors. She imagined him as some spoiled rich kid, but found a bad boy billionaire instead.

From the moment they met, they disliked each other. Hayden was the kind of man that Jessica despised. He was arrogant, a playboy and bad mouthed, yet she found him so attractive that it became difficult to fight the growing desire that was drawing them closer together.

Chapter 1 – Meeting the Rude Boy

It was a shiny September day in New York City, perfect for a picnic in the park or a big birthday party. Jessica Ryder wished she could fully enjoy the last summer days. Summer was her favorite season, and she felt like it had passed far too quickly.

Unfortunately, when you are a reporter working for a major U.S. TV station, there were barely any free days. Something was always happening around the world, and Jessica couldn’t remember when the last time was she had more than four hours of sleep a day, let alone some rest on a breath-taking beach, enjoying the hot days without having to worry about deadlines. When was the last time she went on a vacation?

That weekend was supposed to be her long deserved break. She was supposed to be at her younger sister’s birthday party in New Jersey, not in the Upper East Side. She was supposed to enjoy the margaritas that were her sister’s favorite, not doing some last minute job that her editor Timothy assigned to her.

There was nothing enjoyable about interviewing some celebrity who was a top tennis player.

She turned around to her cameraman, John. What was his name again?

John rolled his eyes. This was usual for the two of them. He was like her personal notebook, reminding her of the important facts. They had worked for quite a long time together, so he had got used to Jessica’s lack of concentration. She was a good reporter, but her memory was short-term only. At least when it came to the people that she was often asked to interview.

Hayden Connors, the number one tennis player in the world.

Jessica rolled her eyes. Seriously? Of all of the tedious tasks that Timothy could have given her, he sent her to interview some spoiled tennis star? He knew sports wasn’t her strong side. She was great when it came to reporting about politics, crime or even fashion shows. Not that she was particularly interested in any of those, but she could at least cope well with the topics.

How in the world she can interview some tennis player when she had no idea about the sport and, what’s more, she knew nothing about Hayden Connors. Besides, she wasn’t fond of sports players by default. Most of them were either womanizers or stupid. Or both.

When Timothy had told her the previous day to prepare for the set of three interviews that were scheduled for that weekend and Monday, she’d had a mini-heart attack. No amount of googling could prepare her seriously. She would have to improvise a lot.

Luckily, John was always by her side when she needed help, and it was pure luck that he was a huge Hayden fan.

If you just smile and bat your eyelashes, you will go well, Luke, her boom operator, was well-known for his sarcasm. He particularly liked sexist jokes. I heard that he is weak when it comes to women.

She glared at him. That was another cosmic joke. Of all of the boom operators she had the opportunity to work with, Luke was her least favorite. He particularly liked to poke fun at her size.

Jessica was 5'4 tall, and weighed 155 lbs, so there was too much meat on her thighs and hips. Most of the days, she didn’t mind her size. She loved her big breasts, and she enjoyed when men admired her butt in her jeans.

But today wasn’t a day to make jokes about her. She was cranky enough. She didn’t need Luke to make her more nervous than she already was.

Shut up, she hissed. Let’s just all focus on this job.

You are the one who needs to focus, sweetheart. Do you even know who he is?

There was no doubt that Luke knew that she didn’t know anything about Hayden. He was just provoking her. She sighed. They stopped in front of Hayden’s apartment complex on East End Avenue. Just like the whole neighborhood, the tall building was astounding.

It was made of beautiful, beige bricks and each floor had oversized bay windows that gave its tenants a great view of the East River. She could only dream of living in such a beautiful place. Maybe she could live in this part of the city one day if she could finally win the lottery she had been playing for so many years.

She needed a quick reminder before they enter.

Remind me, John, how many times did he win the US Open?

He won his third title last Sunday.

Three times. Got it. How long has he been the number one?

Around 200 weeks.

If I remember correctly, he won all four Grand Slams?

Yes. They call him the Golden Hope.

Golden Hope?

Yes, because he rose quickly to the top, won all four Grand Slams thrice in a row and has one of the longest match winning streaks, with 40 matches won in a row and still ongoing.

She didn’t understand at all what John had said but tried to memorize the facts anyway. She took a deep breath and walked toward the glass door. An old doorman dressed in black uniform greeted them and opened the door for them.

The whole lobby was made from expensive, with beige colored marble and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The hall was huge and decorated with some exotic plants Jessica didn’t recognize.

Their footsteps echoed through the hall as they walked toward the elevators. They followed the instructions that Timothy gave them. There were 3 elevators and the middle elevator led to Hayden’s penthouse. His apartment was the only one on the 20th floor.

They stood in silence during the whole ride. When the doors opened, they stepped out into the small hallway covered with an expensive rug. There was only one door, and that was the door of Hayden’s apartment.

Jessica rang the bell and tried to relax. Everything will be fine, she reminded herself. He was just some stupid player who probably doesn’t even know how to tie his shoe-laces because he was used to others doing that for him. He was probably some rich kid who didn’t even know how to spell his name properly. He...

The door suddenly opened, and the man who appeared wasn’t anything like the person that Jessica had imagined.

The first thing she noticed was his sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. His short blonde hair was messy and falling across his forehead. He had stunning deep blue eyes. They reminded Jessica of a tempestuous sea. He placed one arm against the door frame, seemingly relaxed, but Jessica noticed that his taut arm muscles were tense.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and black workout pants that did nothing to hide his strong abdominals and well-shaped legs. Jessica thought that he definitely looked like he was visiting the gym daily. He had tattoos in mock-tribal designs on both of his arms. Their intricate and beautiful lines went to his elbows, and it was difficult to take her eyes off them.

This man was much more attractive in person than in the pictures she found on the internet last night. She assumed he was stupid, but he didn’t look stupid it at all. In fact, his eyes were so sharp that she had a feeling that he could see right through her.

He was so attractive that she instantly disliked him. No one who looked like that could be a nice person. Besides, it seemed like he was in a bad mood and not happy to see them.

She felt short of breath when his eyes gave her the once-over. He scowled at her and set his lips in a disapproving line. Jessica regretted that she had decided to wear a floral dress today. Also, her high-heeled sandals seemed too high now. Did she put too much makeup on? Was her ponytail in place?

She flinched when she realized she began feeling too self-conscious. This made her angry at herself. It was absurd that she allowed this guy to intimidate her, and he didn’t even speak a word.

She cleared her throat. Good afternoon. My name is Jessica Ryder, and I come from the ABA TV network. These are my colleagues, John Thompson and Luke Jones.

She extended her hand so they could shake hands but he just looked at her hand and did nothing. Jessica felt that her cheeks were becoming bright red, and she silently cursed him for his inhospitality.

Mr. Connors. Can we come in? John asked in a confused tone behind her.

Suddenly, Hayden smirked, but there was no humor in his smile. Instead, he looked at them like they were the dirt beneath his shoes. Her hate increased.

By all means, his voice was deep and mocking. He stepped aside and let them enter. Jessica entered first, and she felt the goose bumps all over her body when she passed so close to him that they were almost touching. He smelled good. She tried not to notice the angry stare that he gave her.

She took in the place before her and gasped in surprise. Such luxury! Everywhere she looked, there were expensive and modern furniture pieces, luxurious white carpets and paintings decorating the white walls.

His large living room was garnished with even more expensive furniture, all in white. She noticed the group of big windows on one side of the room and the doors that led to the huge balcony.

Will you stop ogling and step aside so people can enter? Hayden’s voice was full of disgust. Ogling? She was not ogling!

Besides, his insinuation that she was so wide that John and even Luke couldn’t pass was so impolite. Jeez, I didn’t know your place was so small that it becomes overcrowded when just one person enters, she bit back.

It’s no wonder when that one person is the size of two.

What the hell is your problem? She crossed her arms, ready to fight with him. This whole situation threatened to escalate into something ugly, which was something she shouldn’t have allowed herself to be irritated by because it was unprofessional.

She could already imagine Timothy’s anger at her, and there would be consequences for sure. But being the number one tennis player in the world or not, it was not okay to insult her. They had barely even met and he was already at her throat.

He approached her slowly, in a menacing way, and she had to move one step back. She clutched her laptop bag on her shoulder and prepared for the worse. Would he hit her? Did Hayden hit women for no reason? She had John and Luke on her side, but somehow Hayden looked like he could fight them both without breaking a sweat.

Hayden stopped a few inches from her, not once taking his eyes off her.

What the hell is my problem? These past several months have been really stressful and rough, wherever I look there are problems and, on top of that, some news hyenas decided to show up at the most inconvenient moment and make a fucking interview with me. That is my goddamn problem!

His voice came out like a snarl, and she was surprised by the intensity of his aversion. Now move your big ass aside before I decide to cancel this stupid shit interview and throw you out of my place.

Chapter 2 – Playful Kisses

Jessica got used to all kinds of bullshit in her line of work. Being a journalist wasn’t rainbows and butterflies. She had been insulted so many times that she has lost count. She was offended in her station, she was offended on the field, and she argued so many times with her colleagues that it was a wonder she wasn’t already regularly visiting the shrink.

She had a strong temper, which meant that she had to try as twice as hard to control it. When her interviewees called her ugly names or implied that she was a bad journalist, she had to ignore and reply politely because it was completely unprofessional to argue.

That rule had been especially important during a live broadcast of a TV show when she had to plaster a smile on her face in front of the cameras and pretend her guest hadn’t just threatened to get her fired because of her incompetence.

She wasn’t incompetent. In fact, she was famous for making questions that hit the right spot. So that’s why her guests, particularly politicians, didn’t like her much.

But this guy acted like they forced him to do his job and treated them with the complete disrespect. Jessica left her bag with the laptop in the living room and went to the toilet to make a quick call to Timothy. She had a feeling he didn’t tell her all the details about this job.

Just like everything else in his apartment, the bathroom was spacious and equipped with the