(Bad Boy Romance #1)
by M. O'Keefe
Release Date: November 21, 2016
About Bad Neighbor
He’s sexy. He’s dangerous. He’s right next door.
I gave up everything to save my sister from a monster, and now I’m lying low in this rundown apartment so I can stay out of danger. Hiding from everyone.
Except for the guy in apartment 1A.
He’s rude. Silent. Muscled, mysterious, and hot as hell. I don’t know if he likes me or hates me, but the more time I spend with him, the less it matters.
I want him.
And for the first time in my life I'm going to go after what I want.
She doesn’t belong in my world.
From the second 1B moves in, I know she’s keeping secrets. She doesn’t belong here, much less with a street fighter like me.
But that doesn’t stop me from craving her. Her softness and sweetness. She’s a drug, and suddenly I’m addicted.
I know someone is going to try and hurt her and I can’t let that happen. But unless I push her away and get her out of my world, that someone could be me…
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An Excerpt from Bad Neighbor
I gave myself exactly a three count of pity. That was it. That was all I got.
“What’s going on?” a voice asked. A male voice. And I leaned away from the wall and looked around my futon mattress to see a … guy.
Like a guy guy. A hot guy.
A man, really.
A very sweaty man. His frayed gray tee shirt where it stretched across his shoulders was black with sweat, and it poured down his face. He was my height, maybe a few inches taller. Which in the world of dudes made him kind of short. But he was thick and square, giving the impression that he was taller than he was. And bigger.
Did I say big?
While I watched, he lifted the bottom edge of his shirt and wiped his forehead, revealing that even his six-pack abs were sweating.
“You gonna move this thing?” he asked, scowling at me while I stared at his abs.
I blew a curl out of my face and tried for my best cheerful tone. I even smiled.
“Trying to. But I think the futon likes it here.”
“I can’t get into my apartment,” he said. Ignoring my joke, he pointed at the door next to mine, the door he couldn’t get to past the futon barricade.
“Oh,” I said, inanely, trying not to stare at his sweat or his body. “We’re neighbors.”
“Yeah. What are you doing with the futon?”
“Well, you’re welcome to try and reason with it, but I’ve found it very disagreeable—”
“You moving it in or out?” he asked. My charm completely not charming to him.
With one hand—one hand—he shoved the futon into my apartment. After it squeezed through the door it flopped open in the middle of my white-tiled kitchen.
I leaned into my doorway.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
About M. O'Keefe
Molly O’Keefe has always known she wanted to be a writer (except when she wanted to be a florist or a chef and the brief period of time when she considered being a cowgirl). And once she got her hands on some romances, she knew exactly what she wanted to write.
She published her first Harlequin romance at age 25 and hasn’t looked back. She loves exploring every character’s road towards happily ever after.
Originally from a small town outside of Chicago, she went to university in St. Louis where she met and fell in love with the editor of her school newspaper. They followed each other around the world for several years and finally got married and settled down in Toronto, Ontario. They welcomed their son into their family in 2006, and their daughter in 2008. When she’s not at the park or cleaning up the toy room, Molly is working hard on her next novel, trying to exercise, stalking Tina Fey on the internet and dreaming of the day she can finish a cup of coffee without interruption.
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