Bad Boys Don’t Make Good Boyfriends
Melanie A. Smith
(Life Lessons, #2)
Publication date: May 19th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Melanie A. Smith
(Life Lessons, #2)
Publication date: May 19th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
From best-selling author Melanie A. Smith comes the second book in a new series of steamy contemporary medical romance standalone novels about life lessons that break all the rules.Even when you know better, sometimes it’s simply too tempting…
Hospital work isn’t for the faint of heart. Becca Dillon knows that firsthand, having worked as a medical assistant in the cardiac unit at Rutherford Hospital for longer than she cares to think about. What she does care to think about is having fun, gossip, and … guys. Her favorite of the three. And why stick to one, when you can sample them all?
That’s exactly her plan when a workplace crush on a mysterious bad-boy orderly unexpectedly takes a very steamy turn. But Vincent DeMarco turns out to be nothing like she expected, and before she knows it, she’s falling hard and fast. She wants him in ways she’s never wanted anyone before, but there’s something he’s keeping from her. Something that’s holding him back. And Becca is going to find out what.
Even though she knows that bad boys don’t make good boyfriends, he seems like he might be so much more. Will her quest unlock the truth behind who he really is? Or will it end their relationship for good? Either way, ready or not, Becca’s world is about to change.
Excerpt
Vincent’s hand drops back to his side and he scowls. “There are things you don’t want to know about me.”
“You mean there are things you don’t want me to know about you.”
He shakes his head. “Same difference.”
“No, there’s a big difference,” I disagree.
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s just go back to your place,” he insists, stepping closer and looking down into my eyes with an intense gaze that, despite myself, sends heat ripping through me.
“Oh, now you want to fuck me?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asks, confused.
“Yes. But I don’t just want to fuck you, you dumbass,” I grind out. “Don’t ask me why, but for some insane reason I want more than that. Wanted more than that. Starting with the story on you and the cops. But now? You’re being all weird again, and I’m starting to lose my patience with this bullshit.”
“I’ve been pretty up front with you, Becca,” he replies calmly. “I’m not looking for a girlfriend. But I like you. And I’m sick of trying not to fuck you.”
“Well, that’s romantic,” I reply sarcastically.
He laughs. “If you want romance, you’re really barking up the wrong tree,” he says. His eyes still glittering with laughter, he looks down at me again. “But if you’re looking for someone to worship every inch of your gorgeous fucking body, I can definitely help you with that.”
My breath catches in my throat. Goddamn him. He drives me fucking crazy. But that’s just it. I’m into this guy on so much more than a physical level. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not the girl who thinks she can change a man. But damn do I want to understand him.
And he’s wrong about the romance. Dancing with me like our bodies were made to fit together? Sitting with me in a dark alley so I’m not alone? Fixing my back after a stressful week? Giving me orgasms with no expectation of getting them back? He’s not acting like a guy who isn’t thinking about what would make me happy. Even if he keeps saying he’s not. He’s a pile of contradictions.
But he’s also unfortunately done things to my body I’ll never forget. Twice. Is that why I’m so into this guy?
I have to admit that the answer to that is, Maybe. Or maybe it’s my ego; maybe I just want to conquer him. Either way, I for sure don’t want him for just a good fuck, though at this point he’s proven he would be. I’m just as stupid and stubborn as he is. We’re either perfect for each other or we’re sexual napalm, about to explode all over downtown San Diego.
“You mean there are things you don’t want me to know about you.”
He shakes his head. “Same difference.”
“No, there’s a big difference,” I disagree.
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s just go back to your place,” he insists, stepping closer and looking down into my eyes with an intense gaze that, despite myself, sends heat ripping through me.
“Oh, now you want to fuck me?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asks, confused.
“Yes. But I don’t just want to fuck you, you dumbass,” I grind out. “Don’t ask me why, but for some insane reason I want more than that. Wanted more than that. Starting with the story on you and the cops. But now? You’re being all weird again, and I’m starting to lose my patience with this bullshit.”
“I’ve been pretty up front with you, Becca,” he replies calmly. “I’m not looking for a girlfriend. But I like you. And I’m sick of trying not to fuck you.”
“Well, that’s romantic,” I reply sarcastically.
He laughs. “If you want romance, you’re really barking up the wrong tree,” he says. His eyes still glittering with laughter, he looks down at me again. “But if you’re looking for someone to worship every inch of your gorgeous fucking body, I can definitely help you with that.”
My breath catches in my throat. Goddamn him. He drives me fucking crazy. But that’s just it. I’m into this guy on so much more than a physical level. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not the girl who thinks she can change a man. But damn do I want to understand him.
And he’s wrong about the romance. Dancing with me like our bodies were made to fit together? Sitting with me in a dark alley so I’m not alone? Fixing my back after a stressful week? Giving me orgasms with no expectation of getting them back? He’s not acting like a guy who isn’t thinking about what would make me happy. Even if he keeps saying he’s not. He’s a pile of contradictions.
But he’s also unfortunately done things to my body I’ll never forget. Twice. Is that why I’m so into this guy?
I have to admit that the answer to that is, Maybe. Or maybe it’s my ego; maybe I just want to conquer him. Either way, I for sure don’t want him for just a good fuck, though at this point he’s proven he would be. I’m just as stupid and stubborn as he is. We’re either perfect for each other or we’re sexual napalm, about to explode all over downtown San Diego.
Author Bio
Melanie A. Smith is the best-selling author of The Safeguarded Heart Series and other contemporary romance fiction. Originally from upstate New York, she spent most of her childhood in the San Francisco Bay Area before moving to Los Angeles for college. After that, she spent almost fifteen years in the Seattle Area, and now lives in the Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas with her family.A voracious reader and lifelong writer, Melanie’s writing began at a young age with short stories and poetry. Having completed a bachelor of science in electrical engineering at the University of California, Los Angeles, and a master’s in business administration at the University of Washington, her writing abilities were mainly utilized for technical documents as a lead engineer for the Boeing Company, where she worked for ten years.
After shifting careers to domestic engineering and property management in 2015, she eventually found a balance where she was able to return to writing fiction.
Melanie is also a Mensan and enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, and driving with the windows down and the stereo cranked up loud.
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