Badass by Alana Albertson, Linda Barlow
Publication Date: May 12, 2015
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Badass: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance
I f**ked a SEAL—the human kind, the kind who shoots terrorists, sports rock hard abs and tattooed biceps, and scores an easy lay with every girl he ever wants. I should’ve known better. I should be studying harbor seals’ breeding habits, not conducting my own research into mating rituals of the Navy variety. He’s a jackass. An arrogant, womanizing, patronizing, Harley-riding jerk. A one-night stand. One night of the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. Shane is trained to kill with his bare hands in 300 different ways—and he knows 300 ways to f**k me, too. Now my father is engaged to his mother. And we’re heading to Mexico for the wedding. The prick is blackmailing me. He’s threatening to ruin their big day if I don’t surrender to his demands. Quit is not in his vocabulary. I hate him, but I know he’ll never give up until he gets everything he wants. Screw that! I won’t give up—I’ll never submit to America’s cockiest badass.
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I pulled her to me, her thin dress clung to her body and I despite my anger, my only thought was ripping off her panties and taking her right there in the strand. She attempted to jerk away, her nostrils flared.
“When did you know? My mom had never shown you a picture of her son? Or mentioned my name?”
“No, I didn’t know. She said her son was a SEAL. You lied to me about what you did for a living. And even if I had known, which I didn’t, I had no way of contacting you. I gave you my number, but you didn’t call.”
“I’ve been deployed. We can’t text during firefights, despite what you see in the movies.” But even if I hadn’t been deployed, I would never have called her. We were too different—way too different.
“For the record, Shane the SEAL, the only reason I agreed to leave the restaurant with you was to set down some rules.”
“Rules?” I laughed openly at her. “You’re giving me rules?”
“Yes. We will inevitably see each other at family events. You and me, whatever the hell it was, can never happen again. And Dad and Molly can never find out. Promise me you won’t say anything.”
I laughed. “Listen, sweetheart. If I want to fuck you, and you want me, which you do, nothing is gonna stop me.”
I wasn’t done talking to her yet. I grabbed her hand and we continued down the beach.
“Dammit, the only reason I’m not running away from you is because I’m not leaving until you swear to me that you won’t tell your mom about that night. Or anyone else.”
I released her hand and playfully pinched her. “What makes you think I haven’t bragged about you yet? Our night was epic.”
“So the rumors I’ve heard about SEALs are true—you guys are a bunch of misogynist pricks who can’t keep your mouths shut about anything.”
My Teammate Kyle noticed my return first. “Is this the redhead you won’t shut up about?”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “Sure is. Cassie, meet my buddy Kyle. I just found out that Cassie is going to be my stepsister.”
A look of horror flashed on her face and she clutched her stomach.
Kyle let out a deep laugh. “Stepsister? That’s a good one, Tyler. Laugh my fucking ass off. Let me know how that works out for you.”
One of the recruit’s eyes lifted toward Cassie, a full body eye fuck.
“Hey Pinhead, are you checking out my stepsister?”
“No, Instructor Tyler.”
“You calling me a goddamn liar? Get in plank.”
The guy dropped into the sand. I grabbed a hose and blasted him with water. Fuck him, no one was gonna look at Cassie while I was around.
“If your body isn’t straight, put your ass in the air.” I yelled at the motherfucker. But I wished Cassie were the one writhing in the sand, her ass in the air as I took her from behind.
Alana Albertson is the President of RWA Contemporary Romance Writers, former President of RWA's Young Adult and Chick Lit chapters, and the founder of Academe Advantage, a college admissions & test preparation company. Alana Albertson holds a Masters of Education from Harvard University and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford University. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two young sons, and four dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through Pugs N Roses, the rescue she founded, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.
Linda Barlow is the author of 25 novels, with more on the way. She lives in New England with her mysterious spouse (who sleeps during the day, which has often made her wonder if he's a vampire) and their equally enigmatic and nocturnal cat.
Linda has written in various genres, including historical and contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, New Adult romance, family sagas, and general mainstream fiction. Publishers have included Doubleday, Dell, Penguin, Warner Books, Hachette, New American Library/Signet, Berkley/Putnam, Silhouette and Harlequin.
Linda is a USA Today bestselling author. She's proud to have earned a few awards over the years, including the Rita from Romance Writers of America for Leaves of Fortune; New Historical Novelist of the year from Romantic Times for Fires of Destiny; and a Career Achievement award from RT.
I released her hand and playfully pinched her. “What makes you think I haven’t bragged about you yet? Our night was epic.”
“So the rumors I’ve heard about SEALs are true—you guys are a bunch of misogynist pricks who can’t keep your mouths shut about anything.”
My Teammate Kyle noticed my return first. “Is this the redhead you won’t shut up about?”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “Sure is. Cassie, meet my buddy Kyle. I just found out that Cassie is going to be my stepsister.”
A look of horror flashed on her face and she clutched her stomach.
Kyle let out a deep laugh. “Stepsister? That’s a good one, Tyler. Laugh my fucking ass off. Let me know how that works out for you.”
One of the recruit’s eyes lifted toward Cassie, a full body eye fuck.
“Hey Pinhead, are you checking out my stepsister?”
“No, Instructor Tyler.”
“You calling me a goddamn liar? Get in plank.”
The guy dropped into the sand. I grabbed a hose and blasted him with water. Fuck him, no one was gonna look at Cassie while I was around.
“If your body isn’t straight, put your ass in the air.” I yelled at the motherfucker. But I wished Cassie were the one writhing in the sand, her ass in the air as I took her from behind.
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