Dirty Scot Worries and a New Release
Before we get into the new release, I feel it's important to talk about the Under the Kilt series. Many fans have worried or made the comments they hope the series will continue.At some point it dawned me maybe I should have made it clear that only death would keep me from writing my dirty Scots. Expect more titles in this series. Though it may not be Bairds, it might be Grant and Kincaid who are Camerons. And they have family. These books will continue to be light, fun IRs with dirty Scots.And really thank you guys so much for showing up every release day since 2013. There's more to come and I'm so damn excited.Now on to the new release...She's his best friend's baby sister, and he's too broken to deserve her.
Victor Yang spent six years in the Army as a bomb tech, and when he came back from war, he was half out of his mind and completely dangerous to anyone who got too close to him. His friend saved his life, and now he's repaying that debt in the worst way possible.
He shouldn't fantasize about Ashley's touch, her taste. Definitely shouldn't act on those urges. But he doesn't half-ass mistakes. One explosive night later, he's learned how sweet her forbidden fruit tastes, and is coming back for seconds. And if his friend finds out Victor knows exactly how Ash's skin feels beneath his tongue, his best friend will kill him.
****TEASER****Maybe Victor could see that truth in her eyes, because his fingers pressed deeper into her skin. The pain turned her on. She wanted to pour gasoline over them and light a match—to ignite the fire, if he wouldn’t.And that impulse to provoke until she had a reaction, any reaction, would make him right. That meant he could see straight through her while his taut jawline and dark, serious gaze hid his every emotion.Again, she jerked her hands to break free. This time though, he stepped into her and restrained her arms behind her back. Her breasts flattened against his chest. She was too stubborn to drop her gaze, so she met his head-on.His nostrils flared. “I bet you're wet right now, hoping I do what you want. I'm not your puppet, Ash.”She lifted her chin higher, but he had to feel her trembling. “Never asked you to be.”“So fucking clueless. You have no idea what I can do to you.”Ash those craved those secrets. Lust and curiosity wasn't mutually exclusive. She pressed against him and his dick pressed back. Her stomach jumped at the clear evidence that he wanted her, too. She wasn't alone. The hard length of his cock rubbed against her belly when she shifted to get in closer to his warmth. He groaned, his gaze narrowing on her face. In that suspended moment between them, right or wrong didn't exist. Just heat. The longing for his mouth on hers.“Show me the truth,� she whispered, her voice husky. “Don't give me vague warnings about why I should leave you alone. Show me.”The words left her mouth without her giving any thought to what they could do. Ash needed to see Vic after he had torn down the walls he'd erected. Didn't matter if his knuckles were bloody and she ended up emotionally bruised. Pushing him was dangerous. Probably all kinds of stupid. She was too far gone to care anymore.He dropped her hands and nudged her away. Before she could protest, he had her bent over the desk—her arms imprisoned behind her back once again. A rush of arousal soaked her panties. She had wanted to drive him over into the abyss. Now she needed him to drag her there too.“I shouldn't be doing this to you.� His fingernails dug into her forearms as though holding her tighter could rein him in.Blood roared in her ears. That was the Vic she needed. Not the one who put her in a gilded cage to keep her safe, but the one who would leave marks without an apology.He cursed at himself—at her.She didn't care. He was touching her.“I know better,� he said. The coarse caress of denims against her thighs was nothing compared to the gruff way he spoke.She shivered and her shoulder muscles burned. He'd wrapped his hands around her wrists and pushed up, pressing her face into the hard wood of her desk.“I want this, Vic. I want you just like this. You and me. Just us.”It was a lie. She knew that as soon as the words had spilled from her mouth. It was never just them. They were at work. And they'd have to face her brother and the Goon Squad if the truth came out. Victor had sworn to never have her again, and she knew he was fighting that inner conflict.If her head hadn’t been spinning with need, she might have let her own doubts settle in. But how in the hell could she think while he rubbed his cock against her? His jeans and her skirt couldn't dampen the delicious friction that made her insides quake and her pussy clench.“Please, Vic.�
Victor Yang spent six years in the Army as a bomb tech, and when he came back from war, he was half out of his mind and completely dangerous to anyone who got too close to him. His friend saved his life, and now he's repaying that debt in the worst way possible.
He shouldn't fantasize about Ashley's touch, her taste. Definitely shouldn't act on those urges. But he doesn't half-ass mistakes. One explosive night later, he's learned how sweet her forbidden fruit tastes, and is coming back for seconds. And if his friend finds out Victor knows exactly how Ash's skin feels beneath his tongue, his best friend will kill him.
****TEASER****Maybe Victor could see that truth in her eyes, because his fingers pressed deeper into her skin. The pain turned her on. She wanted to pour gasoline over them and light a match—to ignite the fire, if he wouldn’t.And that impulse to provoke until she had a reaction, any reaction, would make him right. That meant he could see straight through her while his taut jawline and dark, serious gaze hid his every emotion.Again, she jerked her hands to break free. This time though, he stepped into her and restrained her arms behind her back. Her breasts flattened against his chest. She was too stubborn to drop her gaze, so she met his head-on.His nostrils flared. “I bet you're wet right now, hoping I do what you want. I'm not your puppet, Ash.”She lifted her chin higher, but he had to feel her trembling. “Never asked you to be.”“So fucking clueless. You have no idea what I can do to you.”Ash those craved those secrets. Lust and curiosity wasn't mutually exclusive. She pressed against him and his dick pressed back. Her stomach jumped at the clear evidence that he wanted her, too. She wasn't alone. The hard length of his cock rubbed against her belly when she shifted to get in closer to his warmth. He groaned, his gaze narrowing on her face. In that suspended moment between them, right or wrong didn't exist. Just heat. The longing for his mouth on hers.“Show me the truth,� she whispered, her voice husky. “Don't give me vague warnings about why I should leave you alone. Show me.”The words left her mouth without her giving any thought to what they could do. Ash needed to see Vic after he had torn down the walls he'd erected. Didn't matter if his knuckles were bloody and she ended up emotionally bruised. Pushing him was dangerous. Probably all kinds of stupid. She was too far gone to care anymore.He dropped her hands and nudged her away. Before she could protest, he had her bent over the desk—her arms imprisoned behind her back once again. A rush of arousal soaked her panties. She had wanted to drive him over into the abyss. Now she needed him to drag her there too.“I shouldn't be doing this to you.� His fingernails dug into her forearms as though holding her tighter could rein him in.Blood roared in her ears. That was the Vic she needed. Not the one who put her in a gilded cage to keep her safe, but the one who would leave marks without an apology.He cursed at himself—at her.She didn't care. He was touching her.“I know better,� he said. The coarse caress of denims against her thighs was nothing compared to the gruff way he spoke.She shivered and her shoulder muscles burned. He'd wrapped his hands around her wrists and pushed up, pressing her face into the hard wood of her desk.“I want this, Vic. I want you just like this. You and me. Just us.”It was a lie. She knew that as soon as the words had spilled from her mouth. It was never just them. They were at work. And they'd have to face her brother and the Goon Squad if the truth came out. Victor had sworn to never have her again, and she knew he was fighting that inner conflict.If her head hadn’t been spinning with need, she might have let her own doubts settle in. But how in the hell could she think while he rubbed his cock against her? His jeans and her skirt couldn't dampen the delicious friction that made her insides quake and her pussy clench.“Please, Vic.�
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