“… story with humor, witty banter, intrigue, suspense, danger, romance, and love, which leads to an entertaining read.” ~Wendy’s Book Blog
Control is something I exercise all day, every day, in my job and personal life.
My walls have been up for years, and it’s taking its toll.
Will I ever find someone I can be myself with?
Blayde has moved up the ranks in the police force in record time due, in part, to his dedication and focus on the job. His precision and cool head leave most in awe of him, but behind the uniform and tall walls lurks a man at war with his desires and baser instincts.
Victoria knows a lot about desire, anticipation, excitement, and seduction. Despite a disastrous first meeting, there’s definitely a spark between her and Blayde, but can she break her way through the steel fence around him?
And if she does, will she be able to cope with what she finds? Or will she be biting off way more than she can chew?
Rich City Boys – #Blayde is the fourth standalone novel in the Rich City Boys contemporary romance series. If you like sexy cops, lingerie shops, and steam right to the very last word, start reading now.
A happily ever after is guaranteed.
Smoothing a hand over my skirt and taking a deep breath, I step back and open the door wide. Light from the store hits his face, and I get my first proper look at Officer Sexy. He’s a freaking hunk, like movie-star-cop-hunk. Wow, he really is in the right profession. I bet he makes a fortune with tips and everything. He couldn’t look the part more. The uniform is perfect, the way he stands and the air about him, it’s so commanding.
And his face. Panty-melting good looks—dark blond hair, firm lips, and a jawline I want to run my tongue over. Finishing my appraisal of him, I meet his eyes, and that’s the end of me. I’m done.
This is the moment I decide. I truly know that I must have this woman. My reservations and self-preservation desert me, and I can’t think of a single reason not to pursue this woman to the ends of the earth. She pushes my buttons like nobody ever has, and when I withdrew, she fired up like a hellcat.
She wants this. She wants me.
“Take it off,” I say, motioning to her with my chin. I want her standing in the middle of my bedroom completely naked.
“You heard me. Take it off,” I growl. Even to my own ears, my voice is gruff and harsh. She moistens her lips with her tongue and swallows. There’s nowhere to hide, no room for being a bit coy or for shyness.