Meet
Avery & Drew in Katee Robert’s newest sexy standalone from Entangled
Brazen!
NOW AVAILABLE!
He's going above and beyond the call of duty...
Avery
Yeung's biological clock just went off early. Thanks to her family's medical
history, she's running out of time to get knocked up. And the only guy within
donating distance? Her overprotective-and irritatingly hot-best friend. So clearly she needs an anonymous donor...
Anonymous donor? Over Sheriff Drew Flannery's dead body. While daddyhood will never be in the cards for a man with his past, Drew won't let Avery shop for a "popsicle pop." He'll do what's right for his best friend by doing his best friend. But only if they do it properly.
But there's nothing "proper" about it. Between the bed, the kitchen counter, and against his squad car, Avery and Drew are having the hottest sex ever. They can't get enough of it-or each other. And without knowing it, they've crossed the one line that could ruin their friendship forever...
All she had to do was
pick up the phone and make the call.
Well, she refused to
be a coward, and there was never a better time than now. She dialed, hating
herself for holding her breath, and nearly hung up in a panic when he answered,
“Flannery.”
Her nervous energy got
away from her, and words popped out of her mouth before she could think better
of them. “Morning! Just calling with your daily sex status report.”
A heartbeat, and then
he laughed. “Okay, I’ll bite. How’d I do?”
“Oh, you know, just
fine.”
“Fine?” A car door
slammed somewhere in the distance.
“Sweetheart, that was
a far sight better than ‘fine.’”
She was going to get
through this with sheer bravado. The only other option was to sit down and talk
about their feelings, which so wasn’t on the menu if Avery had anything to say
about it. A little more relaxed now, she settled onto the rocking chair and
propped her feet on the chest. “It was a solid six.”
“That’s so cute when
you mix up your numbers. Yesterday was a ten.”
She paused, pretending
to consider. “Oh, no, definitely not a ten. I would have noticed if Sam Elliott
or Sean Connery showed up.”
“You have seriously
questionable taste.”
“I do not. I have
excellent taste. Those voices…” She sighed, putting a little extra breathiness
into it. “Actually, I’m adding Benedict Cumberbatch to that list. He’d be a
ten.”
“No. Absolutely not. I
draw the line at being outranked by a man with better cheekbones than most
women. He is not attractive.”
“Don’t be jealous that
you can’t make women come just by talking to them.”
“Two words—phone sex.”
Her laugh died. After
what they’d just done, she didn’t like the reminder that he’d rocked other
women’s worlds, but she’d better get used to it. This was Drew, and he’d never
had a problem with the ladies. “Kudos to you, then.”
His tone shifted, the
playfulness disappearing. “What are you doing for lunch?”
You.
No, wait, she couldn’t say that. She still didn’t know where they stood. She
couldn’t just assume they were going to keep having sex because they were
joking about yesterday.
Avery twisted her
hair. “I hadn’t decided.”
“I’ll make it easy on
you—my place, noon.”
The growl in his voice
made her shiver, but she forced a laugh. “Are we going to walk twenty paces and
have a shootout?”
“If by shootout, you
mean you’re going to come screaming my name, then yes.”
New York Times & USA TODAY
Bestselling Author
Katee Robert learned to tell
stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her favorites then were the rather epic
adventures of The Three Bears, but at age twelve she discovered romance novels
and never looked back.
Though she dabbled in writing,
life got in the way—as it often does—and she spent a few years traveling,
living in both Philadelphia and Germany. In between traveling and raising her
two wee ones, she had the crazy idea that she’d like to write a book and try to
get published.
Her first novel was an epic fantasy
that, God willing, will never see the light of day. From there, she dabbled in
YA and horror, before finally finding speculative romance. Because, really, who
wouldn’t want to write entire books about the smoking-hot relationships between
two people?
She now spends her time—when
not lost in Far Reach worlds—playing imaginary games with her wee ones,
writing, ogling men, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
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