Meet Avery & Drew in Katee Robert’s newest sexy standalone from Entangled Brazen!
NOW AVAILABLE!
Meet Avery & Drew in Katee
Robert’s newest sexy standalone from Entangled Brazen!
NOW
AVAILABLE!
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Blurb
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...
Excerpt #1
He jumped, and then climbed to his feet when Avery did, and
followed her to the plump older nurse. She smiled at them, making him wonder if
she were someone’s grandmother—the kind who made cookies and read bedtime
stories and…
What the hell was he even thinking?
As soon as they turned the corner from the waiting room, she
handed him a small clear cup that had a sticker with his information on it.
“You’ll put the specimen in here, please.”
The nurse opened a door. “You can leave the cup in the room
when you’re done.” She smiled at Avery. “You’re welcome to go into the room
with him, but we ask that you ensure there’s no saliva or other fluids involved
so you don’t contaminate the specimen.”
Avery made a choked noise. “That’s so not going to be a
problem.”
The nurse laughed and patted her shoulder. “I’ve heard that
one before, honey. I’ll just leave you to it.”
He barely waited for her to disappear back around the corner
before he turned to examine the room. It looked like an entire frat house’s
stash of porn had exploded in there. “Isn’t this a little much for a few
tests?”
She looked at him like he was an idiot. “How else are you
going to get your engine running?
Besides, this isn’t about tests—though I’m sure they’ll run
a few. You wanted to help me make a baby, so let’s make a baby. Now go get ‘em,
Champ.”
Jesus Christ. She expected him to leave a specimen so the
doctor could shoot it up her…
Apparently when they’d talked about making a baby, something
had gotten lost in translation.
“You’re shitting me.”
“Nope.” She slid past him into the room and meandered
around, stopping in front of the television and eyeing the collection of DVDs
on the shelf next to it. “Oh, look, they have Busty Blondes #37. I seem to
remember you having one of these videos back in high school.”
He grabbed her shoulders and tried to steer her away from
the shelf. “Not interested.”
Truth was, his inspiration for self sessions had migrated
toward pretty Asian women who looked a whole lot like the one standing in the
room with him.
“If you’re not into the DVDs, they have magazines, too.” She
poked one with her finger. “Though this one appears a bit crusty.”
“Christ, stop touching things. Do you know what men do in
here?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Drew, that’s kind of the point. They
come in here, watch or read whatever tickles their fancy, and then masturbate
into that sanitary little cup right there.”
When she said ‘masturbate’ he thought his head might
actually explode. “Avery—”
“Are you worried about hitting your mark? That is kind of a
small cup. Want me to go find something bigger?”
God, she was killing him. It would have been so much more
bearable if he thought she was kidding, but Avery was drop dead serious. It was
a sign of her nervousness that she hadn’t cracked a joke since he got into her
Jeep.
He couldn’t do it.
Excerpt #2
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.”
Excerpt #4
She ran her fingers over his chest, enjoying his
well-defined pecs. Drew was in killer shape, and his upper body could seriously
fill out a T-shirt. She leaned down and flicked his nipple with her tongue,
before moving further south.
His breathing changed as she hovered over the waistband of
his sweats, saving her from the debate of if she was really going to make a
move on him while he was sleeping. “You going to stop there?”
She looked up to find his eyes open. Stop? Not a chance.
“I’m considering.”
“Keep it up and I might have to jump you instead.”
No way was she missing this chance. “Shh. It’s my turn to
drive things tonight.”
She hooked his waistband and pulled it down over his hips,
the sight of his cock temporarily stealing her breath.
She’d seen him naked a few times, but the impact only seemed
to be growing instead of decreasing like it should. Nothing about this was
going like it should, from the sex to the forbidden emotions welling up in her
chest. She didn’t want to think about that, though.
Not now, maybe not ever.
The only thing she did want occupying her headspace was how
good it felt to touch him. She slid down a little further to get comfortable
and then gave his cock a slow stroke. Truth be told, she could play with him all
night, but she didn’t think his patience would hold for that kind of treatment
unless he was tied down.
An idea for later maybe…
She licked up the underside of his cock, earning a hissed
breath. Emboldened, she took him in her mouth, as deep as she could manage,
mirroring the slow stroke she’d just done with her hand. Drew cursed, his hands
spasming in her hair.
Power beat through her. She could drive him out of his mind
like this, with just her mouth and her hands. It would be the easiest thing in
the world. She moved to shallower strokes, using her tongue to swirl around the
head of his cock.
“Avery, I—” She met his gaze as she licked him, and Drew
cursed again, louder. “Holy fuck. Come here.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Katee Robert
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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