Max “Shame”’ Schaeffer knows only one way—the hard way. He lives
hard, drinks hard, fights hard…and if comes to it, he figures he’ll die hard,
too. The only soft thing in his life is Charli Steele, the younger sister of
his two best friends. He knows she thinks she’s in love with him, but with his
tarnished and messed-up past, he doesn’t see anything in him worthy of love.
Dr. Charli Steele knows more
about Shame than he realizes, and she has loved him since they were kids—scars
and all. He loves her, too. She is sure he does. But Shame will never give in
to it. Until one brief, stolen night leads to another…and another. Then Shame
decides to throw it all away. Heartbroken, she retreats, intent on trying to
heal from this latest rejection. But a phone call in the middle of the night
changes everything.
Shame is hurt, and he needs
her.
It turns out he needs her a
lot more than he realizes. But will he let her in…before it’s too late?
“Let go, Charli,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because.”
“That’s not a reason,” she
said, her voice a challenge.
“It’s reason enough,” he told
her. “Let me go. I shouldn’t have come in here.”
“But a monster might have been
hiding under my bed,” she teased.
There was a monster standing
in front of her and she seemed blind to it. He wasn’t, though, and he needed to
be stronger than this. Pulling back, he twisted his wrist, breaking contact
with her face.
Charli moved with him and
somehow their hands ended up entwined and she closed the distance between them
once more.
“Why did you come inside,
Max?” she asked.
She was standing so close he
could feel the faint disturbance in the air as she spoke. He wanted to
eliminate the few scant inches between them and fist his hand in her hair, kiss
her, taste her…take her.
But this was Charli…
When he didn’t answer, Charli
swayed closer to him.
He didn’t move.
Even when she let her lips
ghost over his, he didn’t move.
But when she leaned in closer
and pressed her mouth firmly to his, he did move. He caught her chin in his
hand and yanked his head back, staring at her. “Don’t, Charli. I’m not one of
your pretty, polished doctors with soft hands. You don’t want the kind of
things I’d do to you,” he warned her.
“Says who?” she asked, that
challenge still in her voice.
F*CK CLUB: RILEY
(Book 1)
F*CK CLUB: CON
(Book 2)
Shiloh Walker is an
award-winning writer…yes, really! She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and
she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published her first book
in 2003. Her latest suspense, The Right Kind of Trouble, released in August
2016 from St. Martins.
She writes romantic suspense
and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.
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