Book & Author Details:
Rough
by Sybil Bartel
(Thrust, #2)
Publication date: March 20th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis:
Jared
I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not the guy next door. I don’t even play nice.
My hands twisting in your hair, my whispered demand in your ear—I’m the fantasy you’ll wish you never had.
When I’m through with you, every inch of your body will know where I’ve been. You won’t crave more, you’ll beg for it. Because I’m not just the cocky smile with military hardened muscles you paid five grand for—I’m the experience you’ll never forget.
One night with me and you’ll know exactly why women pay me to be rough.
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Excerpt:
I went to the
elevator and pushed the call button.
A moment later,
she was standing next to me. “You’re angry.”
The doors slid
open, and I let her go first to give myself a second to calm down because she
was right. The moment I laid eyes on her, I was pissed as hell that she’d shown
up at a stranger’s house alone. It didn’t matter that I was the stranger. The
fact that she looked so damn innocent and pure mattered. She’d taken a dangerous
risk coming here. I didn’t want to think about the shit she could’ve gotten
herself into if I was anyone else. “I’m not pissed,” I lied.
Walking with the
grace of proper upbringing, she ignored my lie. “I’m not sure if I’ve offended
you or if this is your natural disposition.”
“I don’t have a
natural disposition.” The Marines beat it out of me and Afghanistan stripped
the rest. Now I had two moods, controlled and drunk. Neither was a goddamn
picture, or what this girl needed in her life. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t
about to test the hell out of her. “Turn around.”
“Excuse me?”
I pushed the
button for the garage level. “You heard me.”
She immediately
faced the corner.
My nostrils
flared, but my dick throbbed at her submission. I stepped up to her back, even
though I should’ve walked away. Fisting a handful of thick, natural red hair, I
exhaled. My breath landed where her shoulder met her neck, and she did exactly
what I wanted her to do, she shivered.
I pushed my hips
against her ass just enough for her to feel my desire. “I don’t play nice. Or
gentle.” I tightened my fist and spoke against her hair. “And you’ve got
vanilla written all over you, sweetheart.”
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AUTHOR BIO:
Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
But Seriously?
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.
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