Looks Like Trouble To Me by Calinda B
Genre: Erotic Romance/Romantic Suspense
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"Last name's Savage -- it means wild and uncontrolled," Jace, a party boy, yacht builder and skilled photographer with a quicksilver temper, tells the pretty waitress at Chica Rios. He's desperate to get laid, but there's something in the way of his driving, overactive libido and the girl standing before him - trouble...big trouble, and a whole lot of it, from the trustifarian prick who works by his side, to his messed up twin sister, to the secret hiding at his house.
He sets out to woo Marine Dubois, keeping her away from his trouble at home, encouraging her to let go of her inhibitions and live “Savage style,” riding with him on the back of his motorcycle, exploring the great outdoors in a variety of oh, so delectable and naughty ways.
He ends up with way more than he bargained for. Turns out she's the kind of woman who demands the truth...and that's just not the way he rolls. He uses his sexual experience to teach Zoe how to surrender. She leverages his love for her to get him to let her in - something he's not used to. Their passionate, erotic, romantic connection keeps them bound together while the trouble he brings threatens to tear them apart at every turn.
(Mature content for audiences 18+ only.)
Jace peered through the dimly lit, crowded room in Chica Ríos, a hip new bar in Belltown, a trendy area just north of downtown Seattle.
I need to get laid.
Indecipherable music blared through the speakers, creating a solid screen of conversation defying noise.
How long has it been? Two weeks? Four? Nothing since trouble arrived.
The bar’s décor consisted of gold fabric, dark woods, glistening copper and bronze tiles. Lamp shades floated over tiny tables from pale yellow-haired antelope legs, complete with lacquered hooves. Whoever thought using animal parts was a good idea had their head up their ass, as far as Jace was concerned - he found it macabre.
Mirrors hung everywhere, allowing the vain to see how cool they looked, the inebriated to wonder, “Is this what I look like when I’m hammered?” and the jealous to keep tabs on their boyfriend, girlfriend or ex from across the room -- the same way he’d kept an eye on Kate. He shook his head to clear it. Old news.
Images of beautiful women dotted the walls here and there.
I’ve probably already done her, he thought with a chuckle, in reference to recent attempts to purge his ex out of his system, as he studied one of the photographs of a voluptuous redhead.
“Hey, what about her? Look.” Billy pointed to a brunette across the bar.
Jace squinted through the crowd at the woman his buddy pointed at. He ran a hand through his thick brown hair, and sighed. “Yeah, I see her. What about her?” he shouted across the table.
“How’d you like to take a ride with her?” Billy let out a snort and a derisive laugh.
Jace shook his head at his drinking buddy and tossed back his rum and Coke. “Might not be so bad. She’s probably really nice.” At this point, I’ll take anything. How long has it been? He circled around his inner timeline again. Fuck. Too long. Ever since…
“Nice?” Billy hooted. “She’s a dog, Jace. Homely as a cow. Pillowcase material.”
“Jesus, Billy.” Jace tipped his head to the side, scrutinizing the woman. “Quit being a dick. No, she’s not.”
“Look,” Billy said, “I told you, I’m doing you a solid. I’m making it my mission to get you a girlfriend. A real girlfriend. A girlfriend who looks good on the outside and loves to fuck.”
“Is that your criteria for success?”
“What else is there?” Billy reached for his pale amber beer and poured some down his throat. “We have to get you over Kate Bethlehem so you’ll be fun again.”
“I’ve been working on it.” Jace’s stomach tightened at the mention of his ex. He picked up his glass and swirled the remaining droplets around and around. That’s what his insides felt when he thought of her. That shit’s over. It’s been months. I’m fine. His lower logic took over. I need to get laid. How long has it been? Oh, right. Weeks.
“We miss you on the yacht.”
Jace groaned. I need another drink.