By request, how about a snippet from BEST KIND OF TROUBLE?
She has complete control…and he’s determined to take it away
A librarian in the small town of Hood River, Natalie Clayton’s world is very nearly perfect. After a turbulent childhood and her once-wild ways, life is now under control. But trouble has a way of turning up unexpectedly—especially in the tall, charismatically sexy form of Paddy Hurley….
And Paddy is the kind of trouble that Natalie has a taste for.
Even after years of the rock and roll lifestyle, Paddy never forgot the two wickedly hot weeks he once shared with Natalie. Now he wants more…even if it means tempting Natalie and her iron-grip control. But there’s a fine line between well-behaved and misbehaved—and the only compromise is between the sheets!
BEST KIND OF TROUBLE by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2014, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Harlequin Enterprises
Releasing in mass market paper, digital formats and audio September ’14
“You remember that shithole of a bar we hung out in just outside Portland?” Paddy handed a coil of rope to his oldest brother, Ezra.
“Dude, you’ve got to be more specific than that. There are dozens upon dozens of shithole bars I remember. More I don’t.” Ezra snorted as he hung the rope up on a hook just inside the stable door.
Paddy laughed. “Back at the beginning. Right before we headed to LA and made the first record with the label. The bar was next to a bowling alley. We had two rooms in that rat trap of a motel that was behind it.”
“Ah! Yes, I do remember that one. Damien got his ass jumped by those cowboys who heckled us and waited for him after the show.”
“Then we all jumped in and you got arrested.”
“Wasn’t the last time.”
“And now you have pigs and dogs and you only beat on your brothers.”
“I’m too old to beat anyone up. Plus, I have great hands. Why you taking me down memory lane?”
“There was a girl.”
Ezra barked a laugh. “Yeah, well you’ll have to be more specific with that too. Even more of them than shithole dive bars.”
“Natalie. Long blonde hair. Big blue eyes. Dimples. Juicy mouth. She worked in the bar. We had a thing. Hot, hard, fast, for two weeks before we left for LA.”
“Hm, sounds familiar but Paddy, you have a thing for blondes. There are stories like that from coast to coast and across Europe. They all run together after a time.”
“I do have a really fucking awesome life.”
Ezra rolled his eyes. “Does this story have a point?”