Dirty Love
Dirty Truth
Don’t Let Me Go
Stone Deception
Jameson’s Addiction
My Best Friend’s Girl
My Brother’s Best Friend
The Weight of Us
Falling For The Bad Boy
Cowritten with Dawn Martens
You Wreck Me (Prospects)
You Break Me (Prospects)
Sacking The Player
Preview My Best Friend’s Girl
Chapter 1
Conleigh
2 ½ years ago
“Shots! We need shots. We’re college girls now!” Bailey screams, slapping a ten-dollar bill down on the bar.
“You got ID?” The bartender questions. His blue eyes laugh at us as though he knows we aren’t old enough. His muscles flex as he pops the cap off a bottle of beer. His smile is warm, friendly—cute in that charming, I’ll take you home for a one night stand kind of way. Pure trouble. The kind of man I need to steer clear of.
Before Bailey can sulk in defeat, the guy next to her says, “It’s cool, Tom. They’re with me.”
Turning her attention from the cute bartender, Bailey bellows, “Well, hello there tall, bearded, and sexy,” shooting him a flirty smile.
“You look barely legal,” he tells her.
“Legal enough,” she fires back.
He throws his head back with a chuckle. “I’ll give you that one.”
I look at his piercing grey eyes, so grey they almost appear silver. I can’t help but find this guy attractive. He’s tall with wide shoulders and his smile exudes confidence. Not over confident but bordering on cocky for sure. I am almost jealous of the attention he is paying to Bailey, but she’s a blonde bombshell and I would expect no less. She is always the center of attention anywhere we go. Curves in all the right places, knows exactly how to get her way, and uses it to her advantage and at times, mine too.
The bartender sits our shots in front of us and my eyes widen as he lights them on fire. I blow the flickering flame out and knock it back. My face twists, expecting a terrible aftertaste, but instead a sweet creamy taste coats my tongue.
“Better than you expected,” another handsome guy says, joining the guy talking to Bailey. His green eyes zero in on me. His sandy blond hair seeming as if he just came from the barber it’s styled so perfectly. “I’m Ezra.” He holds his hand out to me with a gentle smile on his face. He isn’t as tall as his friend, not quite so domineering; he has that boy next door vibe. The kind of guy who brought the teacher an apple every day and would carry your books for you vibe.
“Conleigh.” I smile back.
Bailey is busy chatting with the other guy leaving me on my own with Ezra.
“First time here?”