Quint Payne is the sort of troublemaker who makes a girl fall head over heels…
Right into his bed.
Rumor has it he can unclasp a bra with a flash of his dimpled smile, and he keeps a collection of trophy panties big enough to rival a Victoria Secret. He’s all fun with no commitments, promising a woman the night of her life if doesn’t have to be there in the morning.
Quint is the man of my dreams…
So, pinch me. I wanna wake up.
It’s bad enough having feelings for a gorgeous player, but keeping a secret crush on the sworn enemy of my family?
That’s some terrible, small-town luck.
When Quint approaches me with a plan to end the feud destroying our two families, it’s a perfect opportunity to steel my heart against the sexy bad boy.
My family says no Payne boy is good enough for a Barlow girl, but they don’t know my Romeo…
Unfortunately for me, Quint Payne believes I’m his perfect Juliet.
I fell into love easy enough.
How hard could it possibly be to fall out of it?
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She curled her fingers into the hem of her skirt—a modest length, just over her knee. Short enough to get a taste of dark skin, long enough to imagine darker delights.
“I know I’ve heard some bad stories,” she said. “Over and over and over…”
“Then you gotta give me a chance to prove that gossip wrong.”
“Fair is fair. I got clocked by a pineapple. Least you could do is let me defend myself.”
“And how would I do that?”
“Let’s take a walk.”
Lady laughed. “We just had an all-out-war in the market. I can’t be seen with the enemy.”
“Good thing I know a dozen secret places around town.”
“Nothing in Butterpond stays secret for long,” she warned.
Unrepentant gossip was one of the things that made Butterpond so great. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a Payne boy.”
She wouldn’t own up to it. “What’s so scary about you, Quint Payne?”
“Oh, my dashing good looks, impressive physique, and…” I pointed to my cheeks. “You did see these dimples, right? Count ‘em.”
“One. Two…that I can see.”
“More where those came from.” I flexed my arms. “But a word of caution to the uninitiated—these dimples are weaponized. On my command, they strike.”
“And what do they attack?”
“Stubborn bra clasps that refuse to come undone.”
“Is that all?” She wasn’t impressed.
“Does a number on panties.”
“Gets me out of parking tickets…” I leaned close, lowering my voice. “Though you don’t want to see Sheriff Samson without his underwear.”
Damn. What a beautiful laugh. I’d taken this little Barlow for granted.
“Do you only use your powers for evil?” she asked.
Usually the girls liked me doing wrong. The badder, the better. But a wholesome little treat like Lady Barlow probably never had that kind of fun.
“Even if I get a little bad, I treat the girls real good,” I said.
Lady expressed her displeasure on the topic with an unsubtle glance. “So I’ve heard.”
Tales of my impossible prowess had whispered from Butterpond to Ironfield. A man could do worse than being known for his stamina, physique, and, most importantly, girth.
“Impressed?” I grinned.
The arch of her eyebrow was chastisement enough. “If I believed half the things whispered around this town, I’d think you were some sort of medical marvel.”
“I’ve had my share of doctors,” I said. “…Not many of them were interested in this particular set of skills.”
“Maybe they were too busy deflating that big head of yours.”
“They don’t worry about my head.” Only my pancreas. “You don’t get a reputation like mine if you’re ill-equipped for the task.”
“Now I regret listening to idle gossip,” she said.
But she still listened. And I was very interested to know what Lady Barlow thought of me.
“What have you heard?” I asked. “I’m sure someone’s given you numbers, dates, accomplishments…”
Her scold came with a scoff. “You expect some sort of award ceremony for this behavior?”
I grinned. “It’s an honor just to be dominated.”
“More like…hopelessly egotistical.”
“Is that really it?” she asked. “You’re stroking your ego?”
“Usually someone else has that pleasure.”
“Well…” Lady sized me up with a glance. “If you ask me…it doesn’t sound like this is all about all ego, Quint Payne. I think it’s insecurity.”
She was wrong.
“Nothing wrong with being an honest lover who has a bit of free advertising whispered about town,” I said. “If you think about it, it’s a good thing.”
“A woman should know what a night with me can offer.”
“A lot of heartache?”
I laughed. “I never let a relationship go farther than the bedroom.”
“What a gentleman.”
“I consider it a service to the ladies.”
“And what about yourself?” Lady shrugged. “What does all of this sleeping around get you?”
And a lot of it.
Thought that was obvious.
She leaned against the Employee-Only door, hand on the knob, as if she couldn’t decide if she wanted to dart inside or figure me out.
“All these rumors swirl about you,” she said. “Stories. Conquests. Dimples. A girl might assume that you’re out on the town every night looking for something.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Fun.”
“Is that all?”
I was a flirt, not a philosopher. I’d heard all the hard questions, and I did my best to avoid answering them.
No matter how cute this woman was—with her thick glasses, coy smile, and deliberate twist of her fingers in her skirt—I wasn’t falling for any self-reflective, contemplative, soul-searching bullshit.
Life was simple. Every man had his lot.
My curse was a great body, endless charm, and cock so big I could be put to stud on the farm.
Who’d want more than that?
“And when was the last time you went out for a good time, Lady?” I asked.
“I’m having a perfectly lovely time now, thank you.”
“Doubt that.” I huffed. “You’re still wearing clothes.”
“I happen to have all my fun while wearing clothes.”
“Then we have different definitions of fun.”
Klutz by day, haunted by deadlines at night...
Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Sosie Frost is no stranger to quirky, embarrassing, and wild situations, and she's channeling all that new adult angst into fun romances!
From marching at the high school homecoming game without her trumpet (a punishment for forgetting the instrument on the band bus), to tucking her prom dress into the back of her tights before pictures, and even accidentally starting a chemical fire in the college chem lab, Sosie has the market cornered on crazy stories.
But hey, writing is a better outlet than therapy right? ;)
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Sosie lives in Pittsburgh with her hubby, her two cats, and thrives on a near constant stream of gummy bears.