• 23 September 2019
• Cocky Bastard #6
• can be read as a standalone
• Cover Model: Jason Morgan
• Cocky Bastard #6
• can be read as a standalone
• Cover Model: Jason Morgan
It started out like any normal day.
Then the fender bender happened.
The guy I collided with drove an expensive car and was
drop-dead gorgeous. Too bad he was also
a total jerk. We argued over whose fault
it was and any other thing that came out of his condescending mouth.
Eventually, the police came and we went our separate
ways. The insurance companies would have
to figure things out. I had a job
interview to get to anyway—one I was excited about.
Though that excitement changed to disappointment the moment
the person interviewing me walked in. The
guy from the accident.
Whoops!
Yeah, so I didn’t get the position.
The problem was, I really wanted it. No, I needed
it. Anything to get me out of my current career and back into working with
kids.
So, even though Hollis LaCroix was as intimidating as he was
devastatingly handsome, I went back to see him and begged for a chance.
To my surprise, he gave me a shot taking care of his troubled
niece.
At least my attraction to him wouldn’t be able to go
anywhere. I wasn’t about to jeopardize my job or the strong bond Hailey and I
formed.
But resisting the magnetic pull between us wasn’t that
simple. (Then there was our little underwear game—don’t ask.)
We continued to flirt without crossing the line—until it finally happened.
This is the part of the story where we fall in love and live
happily ever after, right?
Well, life has a way of throwing some major curveballs.
• EXCERPT •
“Your uncle thinks my stuff is awesome, too.”
Copyright © 2019
By Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland
“Would you like something to drink, Hollis?”
“No, thank you.”
He looked completely uncomfortable standing in my kitchen,
so of course, I needed to make it worse.
I tilted my head. “Did you touch any?”
so of course, I needed to make it worse.
I tilted my head. “Did you touch any?”
“What?”
“My panties. Did you touch any while you were in the
bathroom?”
He tugged at the collar of his polo and looked down the
hall.
“Where did she go? We need to get back on the road.”
Oh my God!
I’d been kidding around. But...holy shit...he had!
I covered my mouth and cracked up.
“You did, didn’t you! You perv!”
Hollis walked down the hall.
“Hailey...let’s get going.”
“You did, didn’t you! You perv!”
Hollis walked down the hall.
“Hailey...let’s get going.”
I couldn’t get the smile off my face.
Something about the thought of Hollis touching my underwear
amused the hell out of me.
I wished Hailey wasn’t around so I could ask him if he’d smelled them, too.
That thought actually made me snort.
Something about the thought of Hollis touching my underwear
amused the hell out of me.
I wished Hailey wasn’t around so I could ask him if he’d smelled them, too.
That thought actually made me snort.
Hollis came back to the kitchen. His face was stern.
“We’ll see you on Monday.”
“We’ll see you on Monday.”
I walked them to the door. Hailey surprised me with a hug.
“Your art stuff is awesome.”
“Your art stuff is awesome.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
I grinned at Hollis, who was impatiently holding
the door open for his niece.“Your uncle thinks my stuff is awesome, too.”
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Penelope Ward
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!
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