Release Date: June 17, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
~ What's It About? ~
I'd like to say I fit into that code - only I am missing a certain long, hard member that automatically allows me entrance.
That doesn't matter - because for him I'm the ultimate.
His wingman.
Well, in the grand scheme of things - his wing-woman.
Reign Braxton. Womaniser. Asshole. Douche of the century. Sexy as sin but as rule would have it - all sexy men have a problem.
Reign is still lusting after the one that got away.
Enter me. Wing woman of the century, make-ex-jealous extraordinaire.
It's my job.
Why do I do it, you ask? Simple - money.
Reign's obsession gives me a good lifestyle.
I am anything he wants me to be, all for a price of course.
But I go and do something incredibly stupid - I fall in love with my boss. My boss who is in love with his ex.
There are no prizes for second best.
Teaser #3
“You come here often?”
I roll my eyes. His voice might be sexy as hell, but that line is so…lame.
“No,” I say, still not looking at him.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
I turn to face him. Whoosh, there goes my breath again.
“Did you just use the ‘do you come here often’ line on me?”
He narrows his eyes. Jesus, talk about broody. He looks like he’s about to take me over his knee and spank me. “You got a name?”
“Do you?” I throw back, grinning.
I roll my eyes. His voice might be sexy as hell, but that line is so…lame.
“No,” I say, still not looking at him.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
I turn to face him. Whoosh, there goes my breath again.
“Did you just use the ‘do you come here often’ line on me?”
He narrows his eyes. Jesus, talk about broody. He looks like he’s about to take me over his knee and spank me. “You got a name?”
“Do you?” I throw back, grinning.
Teaser #1
“He looked like he was going to cry when you were speaking to him.”
“He was caught fucking on the job.”
My mouth forms an O. “Like, fucking fucking?”
Golden eyes turns to me again. “Like, dick deep in pussy, over my bar, kind of fucking.”
I nod, impressed. “Atta boy.”
“He looked like he was going to cry when you were speaking to him.”
“He was caught fucking on the job.”
My mouth forms an O. “Like, fucking fucking?”
Golden eyes turns to me again. “Like, dick deep in pussy, over my bar, kind of fucking.”
I nod, impressed. “Atta boy.”
~ Prologue (which is also the synopsis) ~
Reign.
The name has a sigh whooshing out of my mouth and my eyes rolling.
King of sex. Jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. Gorgeous.
Those are the first thoughts that come to mind when describing sex extraordinaire, Reign Braxton.
Twelve months ago, I would have melted to my knees at the very sight of him. Golden eyes, tall, broad, ripped beyond ripped, messy black hair and a smile to die for. He could flick your panties off and have them running for cover with a mere glance in your direction.
He’s also an asshole.
Like, a mega asshole. Not just your average prick—no, Reign takes prick to a whole new level. He owns the word. What he doesn’t own, however, is a heart. It packed its bags and ran off with the last woman who left him: the woman who put me in this position.
The woman that brought Reign into my life.
Selena.
Also known as Slutena. That’s all she is, a giant whore with dollar signs in her eyes. Her need for Reign goes no further than a cock to warm her expensive pussy at night and a credit card to pay for her luxurious, make-her-legs-look-gorgeous shoes.
But without Slutena, there would be no me. You see, although Reign is all those things to her, to him she’s like . . . sunshine or whatever. He looks at her and his golden eyes go all mushy. He fell for her million-dollar pussy and those damned legs, and then he found another man balls deep inside her just over a year ago.
Broke his heart—the heart she still holds.
So that’s where I come in. I’d like to call myself a superhero, but that would be unclassy. I’m far better. I’m the ultimate. I’m the reason his bed is kept warm and his ex is kept jealous.
I’m Reign’s wingman.
Or, wingwoman, if you will.
King of sex. Jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. Gorgeous.
Those are the first thoughts that come to mind when describing sex extraordinaire, Reign Braxton.
Twelve months ago, I would have melted to my knees at the very sight of him. Golden eyes, tall, broad, ripped beyond ripped, messy black hair and a smile to die for. He could flick your panties off and have them running for cover with a mere glance in your direction.
He’s also an asshole.
Like, a mega asshole. Not just your average prick—no, Reign takes prick to a whole new level. He owns the word. What he doesn’t own, however, is a heart. It packed its bags and ran off with the last woman who left him: the woman who put me in this position.
The woman that brought Reign into my life.
Selena.
Also known as Slutena. That’s all she is, a giant whore with dollar signs in her eyes. Her need for Reign goes no further than a cock to warm her expensive pussy at night and a credit card to pay for her luxurious, make-her-legs-look-gorgeous shoes.
But without Slutena, there would be no me. You see, although Reign is all those things to her, to him she’s like . . . sunshine or whatever. He looks at her and his golden eyes go all mushy. He fell for her million-dollar pussy and those damned legs, and then he found another man balls deep inside her just over a year ago.
Broke his heart—the heart she still holds.
So that’s where I come in. I’d like to call myself a superhero, but that would be unclassy. I’m far better. I’m the ultimate. I’m the reason his bed is kept warm and his ex is kept jealous.
I’m Reign’s wingman.
Or, wingwoman, if you will.
~ Purchase ~
Teaser #2
With a grin, I slide off his lap to kneel in front of him. His eyes flare as he stares down at me, looking like he wants to eat me alive. His cock is strainging in his pants, begging to be released. I take hold of his belt, unbuckling it before popping his button and jerking his pants down. He lifts his hips, aiding me, until his cock springs free.
“Commando, bad boy,” I rasp, looking up at him.
With a grin, I slide off his lap to kneel in front of him. His eyes flare as he stares down at me, looking like he wants to eat me alive. His cock is strainging in his pants, begging to be released. I take hold of his belt, unbuckling it before popping his button and jerking his pants down. He lifts his hips, aiding me, until his cock springs free.
“Commando, bad boy,” I rasp, looking up at him.
Teaser #4
That’s where I come in. I’d like to call myself a superhero, but that would be unclassy. I’m far better. I’m the ultimate. I’m the reason his bed is kept warm and his ex is kept jealous.
I’m Reign’s wingman.
Or, wing woman, if you will.
That’s where I come in. I’d like to call myself a superhero, but that would be unclassy. I’m far better. I’m the ultimate. I’m the reason his bed is kept warm and his ex is kept jealous.
I’m Reign’s wingman.
Or, wing woman, if you will.
~ Meet The Author ~
Bella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She's crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell's Knights was released in August 2013.
Teaser #5
I pinch my nipples, staring down at the lights below us. To them, we’re quite possibly very clear with the light illuminating us. Knowing that someone could be watching me right now has everything inside me clenching.
“You’re a dare devil,” he murmurs, leaning over and pressing a kiss to my spine as he fucks me harder. “I knew you would be.”
I pinch my nipples, staring down at the lights below us. To them, we’re quite possibly very clear with the light illuminating us. Knowing that someone could be watching me right now has everything inside me clenching.
“You’re a dare devil,” he murmurs, leaning over and pressing a kiss to my spine as he fucks me harder. “I knew you would be.”
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