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WICKED EVER AFTER SERIES BLURB:
It’s the dirtiest fairy tale of all…. Charm. Beast. Wolf. Everyone in the Kingdom–an exclusive, decadent BDSM club–knows the three friends and business partners. But no one has ever gotten close enough to touch them. Sex is easy, even when it hurts. It’s all any of them wanted. Love is off the table. Love is the thing none of them ever saw coming. In the Kingdom, control is everything. Who wields it and who surrenders. But some things even they can’t control. Welcome to the Kingdom, where every happily ever after hurts in the most wicked of ways.
WICKED WOLF by Nazarea Andrews
Charles "Wolf" Blackwood likes the game. He likes chasing a new girl every week, loves seducing them and earning their trust. He doesn’t like to keep them.
But Scarlet is different--she always has been.
The chase has never been quite as intoxicating as it is with her, the feisty sub with an innocent streak a mile wide. He wants to keep her, but Scarlet already has a Dom, and Hunter has no intentions of giving her up.
But Wolf is in for a surprise when he realize Scarlet doesn’t want one of them. She’s playing to keep them both.
WICKED CHARMING (Wicked Ever After, #1)
WICKED BEAST (Wicked Ever After, #2)
-----------------------------ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.
I’m in the yard, fucking around with my busted lawn mower when Hunter pulls up in his sleek black Mustang. I don’t turn to look at him, don’t even acknowledge he’s climbing out of his damn car and sauntering across the yard to where I’m crouched like a fucking idiot.
I just keep my hands on the mower and my greasy hands and definitely don’t think about the fact that I could dirty him up right with them.
Not mine. He’s not mine, he’ll never be mine—stealing a kiss and fucking him for Scarlet’s pleasure isn’t the same as getting to keep him.
“You really that into lawn work, or you still dodging me?” Hunter asks, when the silence between us stretches into something that isn’t comfortable.
I shrug and tinker a little more.
“You’ve got no fucking clue what you’re doing, do you?”
I laugh at that because I really don’t.
Not sure if we’re talking about a lawn mower or life in general, but both are pretty accurate.
“Never stopped me from trying my hand at something, Hunt.” I say, tossing him a flirty smirk.
He answers it with patient exasperation.
“You’re an idiot, cacharro.”
I shrug and nod. “Yep.”
“She wants to see you.”
“She should get used to life’s little disappointments,” I say, dropping the wrench that’s I’ve done exactly nothing with, and pushing to my feet.
Hunt is there, a breath too close, smelling like spice and sunshine, watching me with that infinite patience. “It’s important.”
“She’s got a fiancé for important shit, Hunter.”
He watches me, quiet and calm and I sigh. “She can’t keep doing this. You can’t.”
“All she wants is for you to listen.”
“That is never all she wants,” I say. I turn away and when he moves to follow, I shake my head. “I’m going to shower.”
I stare at him and he waits, patient and calm and I shake my head.
When I emerge from my shower, I’m only a little startled to hear the sound of my lawn mower in the front yard, and not at all surprised to see Hunter, stripped out of his t-shirt, mowing with a precise skill that makes my mouth water.
It’s such a fucking Hunter thing to do.