The Dirty Bits from Carina Press give you what you want, when you want it. Designed to be read in an hour or two, these sex-filled microromances are guaranteed to pack a punch and deliver a happily-ever-after.
It started as a job.
It turned into so much more.
Mr. Blakely is strict with his sons, but he"s soft and gentle with me.
The powerful businessman is something else entirely when we"re together.
Boss, teacher, lover"husband.
My hopes and dreams for the future have changed. I want"no, I need"him by my side.
This book is approximately 33,000 words
Editor"s note: All characters in this story are over eighteen and all sexual interactions are fully consensual.
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The Dirty Bits from Carina Press: what you want, when you want it. Over-the-top sexy microromances designed to be read in an hour or two.Books by Author:K. Webster Books
Fifteen years of marriage down the drain.
Six words was all it took to wash it all away.
I"m going to be an actress.
It took everything in me not to throttle Samantha when she told me. A forty-year-old woman had a torrid affair with her much younger personal-trainer-slash-wannabe-fucking-model and together they ran out west to pursue this stupid goddamned dream.
That was three months ago and I"ve been drowning ever since.
Thank fuck, though, she finally signed the divorce decree.
"You"re a free man," my buddy and divorce attorney, Dane Alexander, says with a wolfish grin. "We should celebrate tonight."
I scrub my palm down my face and shake my head. "I"d love to, trust me. But I don"t have anyone to watch the boys."
Samantha also left two children behind.
Being a movie star was more important than her own fucking kids.
She sent a postcard that told the boys she was pursuing her dream and when she made it big they could come live with her. She"d signed it with a red lipstick kiss mark. I"d been so pissed at her stupid attempt to reach out that I crumpled the card in my fist and threw it away. Neither Aiden nor Anthony ever saw it.
I need help. And from someone who hates to ask for help, this is probably the most frustrating part of the entire divorce. Samantha may have been an idiot toward the end, but she ran the kids around and was there with them if I had to work late. The school stuff was on her too.
I"m definitely sinking.
Making sure they stay out of trouble, bathe as they should, and stay on top of their homework is a full-time job. A job I"m not at all equipped to handle.
"It"s Friday. Get a sitter for the night," Dane says with a shrug as he collects the signed and finalized documents before sliding them into a manila folder. "You"ve been burning the candle at both ends, man. You need a break."
Hell yeah I need a break.
I glance at my friend with a frown. "Sammie always handled that stuff. I don"t even know where to begin."
"Max"s girl Sophia babysits sometimes although I don"t know if she does it much after her softball injury. I could give him a call," he offers.
A night out is exactly what I need. Every day I bust my ass to keep Blakely Advertising busy and profitable. That means lots of client meetings that run well past the time the boys get out of school. For the past three months, I"ve had to rely on Sammie"s friends in the neighborhood to keep them for me. And while they feel sorry for me, their loyalty still lies with Samantha. I can see the questions dancing in their eyes. The way their collagen-filled lips purse together in disappointment. As if I ran her off rather than her running away.
"Sure." I need more than simply a babysitter for the night. So much more. But maybe this is a good start. "Ask if she does any tutoring."
While Dane calls Max, I busy myself checking emails. Blakely Advertising was a dream after college. I"d hustled for nearly a decade building my company when I"d bumped into Sammie at the gym. All legs. Blond hair and blue eyes. Tits for days. She was a goddamned wet dream. I fell hard for her. It wasn"t long before I knocked her up and gave her my last name. I thought we were happy.
Boy, was I fucking wrong.
"Thanks, buddy," Dane says and hangs up his phone. He pushes a slip of paper across the table to me. "Ava Prince. She"s a friend of Olivia, Max"s oldest daughter. He said she"d been looking to make some extra cash for the summer and tutors some kids already. Olivia is going to let her know to expect your call and vouch that you"re not a creepy fuck." He smirks at me. "Even though you are."
I shake my head at him as I take the slip of paper with her number scrawled on it and tuck it in my shirt pocket before standing.
"Tonight," he urges with a crooked grin. "Wings and drinks. Then maybe one of us will get laid."
I snort and shake my head. "Pussy is what got me into this mess. I would love to get shit-faced though."
"Hey, Quinn," he calls out as I start for the door. I turn to see him watching me with furrowed brows. "You don"t have to be in control of everything always. It"s okay to not know what the fuck is going on or how to fix it."
My shoulders stiffen and I crack my neck. "Having complete control is the only thing that keeps me sane these days." I need it. My life. My family. My job. Everything is planned, everything has rules and parameters, everything has consequences.