by Jess Bentley
“Jordan,” my dad says. “You’re up.”
“Yeah,” I say. “I was just coming down to get a glass of water.”
“Funerals are exhausting,” my mother says. “Were you able to nap?”
“For a little while.” I look away. I want to memorize the way Mr. King’s body looks with his clothes stretched over his muscles. Most guys I know don’t work on their bodies, but you can see his six-pack and pecs through his shirt. The forearms are tanned, with golden hairs, and the definition of his muscles makes me want him to take off his shirt and see more. “I decided to go to Paris,” I say.
“Paris is beautiful,” Mr. King says.
“Sure, it’s beautiful,” my dad blusters, “but you don’t want to go there now, do you?” His eyebrows knit together. “Not after everything? You don’t know what could happen.”
“Anything could,” my mother says sagely, nodding her head. “Now’s not the time to do such a thing. Isn’t that right?” The last statement she directs to Mr. King.
“Paris is an incredible city,” he answers her. “I might be heading there myself for business. If she were to get in any trouble, I’d be happy to help her out.”
“That would be great,” I squeak.
My mother looks to me, then to Mr. King. “I’m sure that won’t be necessary, as it’s a moot point. Where would you get the money, anyway?”
“I’m getting something from my best friend in her will,” I say. I’m feeling increasingly self-conscious in my shorts and shirt. “I don’t know how much it’s going to be, but I’d like to go as a tribute to her.”
“I don’t know about that,” my dad says.
“It’s a lovely idea,” Mr. King says at the same time. “I should be going, in any case.” He hands me a business card, and I clutch it in my palm, its crisp edges against my skin. “In case you decide to go to France, you know where to reach me.”
“Thank you,” I say. This time my words aren’t squeaky, just soft and breathless.
“Anyhow, great to see you,” my dad says to him. “Nice remembering old times and looking forward to new ones.”
“Most definitely,” he answers, his smile widening again. “And you too, Margaret,” he says to my mother. Then he looks at me. “Jordan.” The way he says my name thrills me to my core again, sending tingles through my body.
Did he just wink at me?
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Hi guys, I’m Jess Bentley. I hope you loved my book! Thanks so much for reading. I’m thrilled to let you know that this is my fifth novel and I feel like I’m getting better and better. My new one is going to be based on girl and a cult leader… keep an eye out at the beginning of June for that one. It’s going to be thrilling, sexy, with a wild HEA. I’ll give you a hint… you asked for menage, you got a menage…
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KING
The one girl I can’t have.
KING
When I see her sprawled out on her childhood bed at her folks’ house, I have no idea that she’ll consume my thoughts until I make her mine.
Every possible way I can.
Her Dad might be my best friend, but that’s merely an obstacle. I’m used to getting what I want, and I’m willing to give up anything.
When she runs I will overtake her.
When she falls I will catch her.
The truth is that I can't resist her... And I’ll fight the whole world to take her as my own.
JORDAN
King. He won’t tell me his first name, but still he is my King.
Can I trust him? Can I trust anyone, now?
How am I supposed to let anyone in after what she did to me?
Lost and alone, in Paris, there’s one person who just might be able to fix this sh!t I’ve gotten myself into.
And if not, he's the only one who can make me forget.
The one whose mere touch gives me happiness, bliss.
Who makes me slick with desire.
I know I shouldn’t have him, but he is the one thing I can’t give up.
Full-length novel. Standalone, no cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.
HEAT
I WAS FORCED TO SEDUCE HER...
I never expected to fall in love.
My life revolves around the gym, cars and fast women.
I never thought I'd give any of that up--
Until I met her.
She's cold, independent, and bad for my family's business.
But when I get her in bed, I find out she's the hottest thing on two legs.
My goal is to take Janie Hall and make her so hot she can't say no.
And I'll make one promise: I won't stop until she's knocked up and waking up next to me every day.
With my ring on her finger.
Heat is a sexy romance with steam. It's a full-length standalone novel with an HEA and scenes that will burn up your kindle!
BUCKED
WHEN LOVE IS SHOT WITH INK AND WEARS SPURS
Chastity
I thought I had it all: a new husband, a baby on the way, and a love that was meant to be. At least, everyone kept telling me my life was perfect.
When it all came crashing down, I ran. As far as I could.
Who'd have thought the one thing to save me would be bucking a cowboy called Wrecker?
Kanen
It's lonely at the top.
Especially when you come from rock bottom.
I gave up on a love that lasts a lifetime. Gold diggers, fame wh*res, I just took what I was offered.
At least until I met the girl with the sweet curves and the kind eyes. The one who accepted me for who - and what - I am, not for the fame or the money. The one who might give me my second chance.
Or will she run away again?
Bucked is a steamy standalone novel with a HEA ending, a satisfying epilogue, and NO CLIFFHANGERS!
