DIRTY DREAM

 Serie Get Dirty #4

I’m a reporter, and I’ve got the best assignment in the world–get dirt on the hottest country star on the charts, Keith Perkins. The sexy beast who rocks those tight jeans like nobody’s business. I’m supposed to learn all of his Dirty Laundry, his deepest and darkest secrets.Without sleeping with him.Easy enough, right?Wrong.I mean, just looking at him makes me wonder what those big, rough hands could do to me. With a voice that’s one part velvet and one part growl, it’s hard for me to sass him when he melts me into a puddle with a single look.And when he sings?All bets are off.He owns the stage . . . and maybe some naughty parts of my body too.

But he’s notoriously single and notoriously private.Given his status as a walking sex god, neither makes sense.Something is amiss, and I’m going to figure out exactly what it is.But if I’m not careful, I might just become his dirty little secret.I’m a reporter, and I’ve got the best assignment in the world–get dirt on the hottest country star on the charts, Keith Perkins. The sexy beast who rocks those tight jeans like nobody’s business.I’m supposed to learn all of his Dirty Laundry, his deepest and darkest secrets.Without sleeping with him.Easy enough, right?

Wrong. I mean, just looking at him makes me wonder what those big, rough hands could do to me. With a voice that’s one part velvet and one part growl, it’s hard for me to sass him when he melts me into a puddle with a single look.And when he sings? All bets are off.He owns the stage . . . and maybe some naughty parts of my body too.But he’s notoriously single and notoriously private. Given his status as a walking sex god, neither makes sense. Something is amiss, and I’m going to figure out exactly what it is. But if I’m not careful, I might just become his dirty little secret.

DIRTY DEEDS

Serie Get Dirty #3

It’s wrong, but feels so right.

For months, I’ve watched her. I know she’s off-limits, but she’s so sweet, so innocent… and so sexy that she haunts my dreams.
Maggie doesn’t belong in this world, this seedy underbelly of the city. But there she is, my Angel with her wide eyes behind her nerdy glasses. So, when she needs help, I’m the only one who can protect her.
It didn’t even take a single kiss for me to fall in love with her. I know I shouldn’t—a man like me doesn’t deserve an Angel. I’ll hurt her, break her… ruin her. Still, I can’t help myself.

She’s going to regret this later, regret me and probably even hate me. But I’m a selfish man, and if she wants this now, I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her everything.

DIRTY TALK

Serie Get Dirty #1

He makes dirty sound so good. So right.

The moment I heard his velvety voice growl that I’m his ‘Kitty Kat’, I knew I was in trouble.
Derrick ‘The Love Whisperer’ King gives out relationship and sex advice on the radio to everyone, but he’s giving me something a bit more personal. Nobody’s ever talked to me the way he does. Daring, Demanding,
Sexy… and oh, so Dirty.
Maybe we started this whole thing a little backward, sex first and getting to know each other after. But I’m starting to let my guard down, my untrusting heart beginning to think that maybe fairy tales do come true. Even for me.
I feel beautiful and hopeful when he worships my body. I feel dirty and naughty when he whispers filthy things in my ear.
But is it real? Can something so naughty really be good for me?
And more importantly, against all odds, can it last… forever?

DIRTY LAUNDRY

Serie Get Dirty #2I’m a reporter, and I’ve got the best assignment in the world–get dirt on the hottest country star on the charts, Keith Perkins.
The sexy beast who rocks those tight jeans like nobody’s business.
I’m supposed to learn all of his Dirty Laundry, his deepest and darkest secrets.
Without sleeping with him.
Easy enough, right?
Wrong.
I mean, just looking at him makes me wonder what those big, rough hands could do to me. With a voice that’s one part velvet and one part growl, it’s hard for me to sass him when he melts me into a puddle with a single look.
And when he sings?
All bets are off.
He owns the stage . . . and maybe some naughty parts of my body too.
But he’s notoriously single and notoriously private.
Given his status as a walking sex god, neither makes sense.
Something is amiss, and I’m going to figure out exactly what it is.
But if I’m not careful, I might just become his dirty little secret.