I’ve been a bad boy!
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Book Length (Est.): 73 pages
He’ll do whatever it takes to save her from himself.
Just once, straight-laced teacher Bethany Wilkerson wants to make love with a man who’s not a dud in bed. When she finally meets the perfect man, he turns her down. Humiliated, she studiously avoids him for months…until she’s stranded at his house during an ice storm.
Ken Hawkins might have cleaned up on the outside, but on the inside he’s still a bad boy from the ghetto who will never be good enough for Bethany. Keeping his distance is a lot easier when she’s not parading through his house wearing nothing but his sweatshirt. No matter how hard he tries to reform, he’s not a saint.
The more Ken tries to convince her of his rotten core, the more Bethany believes in his innate goodness. But until she can convince him to believe in himself, he will continue to push her out of his life.
WARNING: Contains naughty words Grandma wouldn’t approve of, smoking hot love scenes Grandma can’t get enough of, all the quirks of small-town life, and a swoon-worthy, no-cliffhangers-no-regrets romance.
*I received this book free from Netgalley on behalf of Barclay Publicity in exchange for an honest review*
Bethany Wilkerson is a English teacher at the local school. The only thing she is missing from life is to have an orgasm. She asked the one man that she wanted it from and he turned her away. Now that she has to go check on some art, she has to dodge the storm coming in and seeing Ken.
Ken Hawkins works for Zane and has really helped him be successful. Dwelling on his past he believes he is no good for anyone much less the beautiful English teacher that ses his body on fire.
Bethany and Ken get stranded in a severe ice storm. With nowhere else to go she finally agrees to stay with Kem at his house for the night. Let’s just say when the bodies are cold there is great ways to provide heat. Of course all great thing must come to an end when you do not think that you deserve happiness. But Bethany has other plans.
This was a great, fun read. This is the forth book in the Bad Boys of Regret Hollow series and they just keep getting better and better. This one will leave you searching for a warm body!
My Favorite Moment: I have to say that the supply closet will leave you breathless and laughing!
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“I need you to fix something for me, but you have to promise not to freak out.” Bethany Wilkerson closed her eyes as she danced cheek to cheek with Ken Hawkins, their forced coupling as groomsman and bridesmaid at her best friend’s wedding having evolved until they’d become inseparable over the course of the evening.
“You can’t shock me, babe. I’ve seen it all.” He chuckled.
The corresponding, reassuring vibration strumming through her chest convinced her to throw the last of her misgivings aside and go for it. She wanted him to be the one. After tonight, he’d return to Chicago, and she’d still be living in her mother’s house in Regret Hollow in southeastern Wisconsin. She lifted her head so she could look him in the eye. “I’ve never had an orgasm.”
Deep-green eyes flaring, he choked out a strangled sound. “Never?”
“I can’t wait for you to be my first.” She hugged him tighter.
Within her embrace, he recoiled. “Are you a virgin?”
“No, of course not. I’ve had lovers.” A whole two of them. “But no orgasm.”
He didn’t need to know she’d never had one because she was boring in bed. Worse, she couldn’t even work up the nerve to attempt to pleasure herself. Before today, they’d been mere acquaintances, but from the moment he’d kissed her in the limo after the ceremony, she’d known that going to bed with Ken would be anything but boring.
“I need you to help me fix this. Tonight.” She kissed his chin then caressed up to his lips.
He turned his head and clamped his hands on her waist, holding her away from him. “Babe, that’s the wine talking. You don’t want me. I’m no good for you.”
So what if she was plastered? The alcohol had simply lowered her inhibitions enough for her to admit what she wanted. “I’m not drunk. I’ve only had three glasses of wine.”
“Which is—what? Two glasses more than usual?”
Three glasses more, to be honest. The one time she had tried to enjoy a bottle of wine in her bedroom, Mom had scolded and fretted so much Bethany had limited her consumption to ordering a glass when she went out with friends. No surprise that she couldn’t get worked up enough to touch herself in her mother’s house either. At thirty-two years old, she’d become a teetotaler spinster who’d never had an orgasm and lived in her childhood bedroom.
Allowing her life to continue along its pathetic trajectory was not an option, especially while she danced with the sexiest man who’d ever given her a second glance. Not only had he kissed her during the ride to the reception, he’d danced with her all night, far exceeding any obligation he had to stay by her side. “Tonight, I’m cutting loose—with you.”
His jaw tightened. “I’m not taking advantage of you while you’re drunk or going along with something you’ll regret in the morning.”
“Who regrets having an orgasm?”
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