Forbidden Bad Boy: Steamy Small Town Romance

By Michelle Love

Never fall for a naughty bad boy.

Especially if he's from the same small town you're from.

 

I'd been warned to steer clear of the man who was a love 'em and leave 'em kind of person.

The only problem was my will was waning where he was concerned. 

I wanted to feel him dominating and devouring me, and could tell he was fighting a similar battle within himself.

My mind told me to stay away.

But my body surrendered to him in the end.

I was at his mercy.

We never expected this to last, but things got real, and love started to grow.

But someone wants to extinguish our love and leave us with no idea which would win out in the end, love or jealousy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Love
• Release date: Oct 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215559338

Michelle Love

Mrs. Love writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha billionaires who love them. She has found her own happily ever after with her dream husband and adorable 5 year old. Currently, Michelle is hard at work on the next book in the series, and trying to stay off the Internet. "Thank you for supporting an indie author. Anything you can do, whether it be writing a review, or even simply telling a fellow reader that you enjoyed this. Thanks!" Sign up for her mailing list to receive advanced notifications before she launches her next book so that you can get it at a discounted and most times FREE! Use the link below to subscribe and enjoy your copy of "Dirty Little Virgin:  A Submissives Secrets Novel" https://dl.bookfunnel.com/3s2x148uer  Follow me on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100014912882501 

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Forbidden Bad Boy

Steamy Small Town Romance

By Michelle Love

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Blurb

Never fall for a naughty bad boy.

Especially if he's from the same small town you're from.

I'd been warned to steer clear of the man who was a love 'em and leave 'em kind of person.

The only problem was my will was waning where he was concerned. 

I wanted to feel him dominating and devouring me, and could tell he was fighting a similar battle within himself.

My mind told me to stay away.

But my body surrendered to him in the end.

I was at his mercy.

We never expected this to last, but things got real, and love started to grow.

But someone wants to extinguish our love and leave us with no idea which would win out in the end, love or jealousy.

Sebastien

Zigzagging through early evening traffic, I test my new car, an electric blue Rezvani Beast Alpha, to see what she can do. She’s the first expensive thing I’ve bought myself since I took on this job as a bouncer in a prestigious nightclub in Los Angeles a year ago.

Most bouncers don’t make the kind of cash I do. Then again, most bouncers don’t work for the mafia and can keep their mouths shut about the things that go down in the club aptly named The Fortress.

Just last week, ten thousand dollars was placed in my palm when I shook the hand of a man who’d tossed another guy into the trunk of his car just as I stepped out the back door to grab a breath of fresh air. I didn’t say a word, and neither did he. It was business, and none of it was mine.

Turning my head proved to be a hell of a lot easier than I ever imagined it’d be.

With the Pacific Ocean to my left, I can see the last remnants of the sun as it melts into the dark waves. The view on my way to work never gets old. I don’t see this job or town growing stagnant the way my old job and hometown did.

One can only be a grease monkey for just so long in the one-horse town of Greensburg, Indiana, I come from. I ran through the few dozen women in the town, and the money was getting me nowhere. I lived in a dump down the street from my family. They’re the only things I miss about home.

Not a damn thing else!

One night I packed all my clothes in an old duffle bag, got into my 1989 Ford truck, and headed west. I didn’t know where I was going, but I was getting the hell out of that go-nowhere town.

The fifteen hundred bucks that was all I had in my wallet when I left was about to run out when I came into Los Angeles, California. As luck would have it, my first stop was at a lit up nightclub with its name blazing in purple letters, beckoning me to go inside and have a drink.

Just as I walked inside the double doors, a man was making some trouble for the bartender. Not one to butt in, I took a seat at the bar and waited for the guys to finish their argument before I troubled the bartender with my order.

But things changed in a flash of silver when the guy, not two feet away from me, pulled a knife and was about to send it flying through the air, right at the bartender’s head. Well, I couldn’t have that at all. I did need a drink, and there didn’t seem to be anyone around who was trying to help the poor guy.

So I grabbed the asshole who was between me and a cold beer. Quickly, I took the knife away and led him to the door by the scruff of his steroid-swollen neck, then tossed him out with a warning not to come back or I’d hand his ass to him.

Well, the gent had to try me, so I did what I said I’d do, and was hired on the spot as a bouncer when I came back to the bar and ordered my then much-needed ice cold brew.

It was a little while before I realized the mafia owned the bar and kept themselves out of the public eye in a secret room in the back. When I was moved up in rank, I took on shifts back there too, keeping the elite group of men, their families, and esteemed guests safe from harm and becoming a staple in the nightclub.

Not many people are here, I can see, as I pull into the large parking lot. The place gets packed on weekend nights. It’s Friday, and I expect a rowdy crowd as they blow off steam from a long week of work, school, or whatever has them needing to get out of their heads for a while.

Parking in the back, I see a few of the regular chicks are inside. The men who own the club would rather their families come here other than anywhere else. To them all, it’s much safer to stay where people can protect their families.

Locking up my car, I head to the back door and find Rosalita Pena stepping out of it. She’s a friend of one of the mafia giants who own the club. A secret friend that his wife knows nothing about. Hey, girl.

What’s up, ladies’ man? she asks me with a wink of her thick, fake eyelashes.

Nothin’ yet. Did you put Big Dan in a good mood for tonight? I ask her, hoping the old guy won’t be a huge prick like he can be on occasion.

No worries. I took real good care of him, she tells me as she sashays to the Mercedes Big Dan bought her a couple of months ago. He needed to smooth her ruffled feathers when he actually brought his wife to the club one night, making his mistress more than a bit jealous.

Getting back to the business of getting my ass inside, I open the door to find several young ladies, and I use the term ladies quite loosely.

Sebastien, finally! Annette The Princess DeMarco calls out as she rushes to me. The other women seem to disappear into the woodwork. Annette must’ve told them to give her some privacy to make her move.

A few nights ago, I got a little too drunk, a few kisses were exchanged, and maybe I was a bit too handsy with the mafia boss’ daughter. I think she’s getting the wrong idea about me and play it cool with her.

Annette, how’s it goin’ this evening?

Her hands move to her slender hips as she tosses her long black hair off her shoulder and narrows her dark blue eyes at me. No kiss for me?

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I give her a smile. "Baby,