Synopsis
Marley Jackson has an axe to grind with the entire male population. After having her heart brutally broken, she’s out to prove to herself, and the world, that a woman only needs one thing from a man—and it isn’t love.
Wyatt James isn’t interested in anything that resembles a commitment. He’s self-made, secure, and happy to entertain a one-night stand any day of the week—enter Marley.
Marley quickly dispels the idea that she’s anybody’s one-night stand. What Marley has in store for Wyatt is far more complex and requires a binding contract to back it.
Marley and Wyatt aren’t in it for love. Marley is looking to glean some expertise in the bedroom. Wyatt is looking to find some solace after a string of nameless faces that have rocked his bed.
But when feelings change, and that four-letter word takes ahold of both their hearts, they’re left to face the fact they might be in deeper than either of them thought possible.
Marley and Wyatt smolder beneath the sheets.
She’s eager to learn—yet, bossy as hell.
He’s eager to lay down one hard lesson after the other, yet determined to save her
from herself.
Sometimes heartbreak is the greatest teacher.
Sometimes it leads you into the arms of the one you belonged with right from the
start.
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Excerpt
“Aren’t I the lucky birthday boy?” His dimples dig in tight, no smile. There’s an
earnestness about him that spells out orgasm in the making, and my thighs quiver
because if I’m not careful I’ll achieve the big O before we ever get started.
“Actually”—I clasp onto the tie that he’s neatly paired with dark denim and
chukka boots, my all time favorite—“I’m the lucky one. I win because I have you.”
He winces before his dimples dig in ten times deeper.
“Clothes off.” The smile drops from his face. Wyatt is a man who is used to
being pleased, when and how he wishes, and most likely by whomever he wants.
“Yes, Professor James.” I reach back and unzip my dress, letting it drop to the
floor in a celebrated thump. I hook my thumbs into the sides of my panties and
slowly pull them over my curves. Wyatt’s eyes float down to my hips. His chest
expands as if he’s pleased with what he sees. I let them glide off, soft as a feather
and carefully step out of the fabric puddle, wobbling on my heels in the process.
God, God, God, don’t fall! I do a little dance trying to right myself and land a
few inches closer to him with my see-through lace bra and heels the only foreign
objects on my body. I reach back and unhook my bra, letting the girls spring out
like a couple of hopped up cheerleaders anxious for the big game. It slides off
without any help on my part as if it were fleeing the scene. I take a deep breath and
pull my shoulders back as his gaze heats my body by at least twenty degrees.
“Your turn, cowboy.”
Other titles in the 3:AM Kisses Series
3:AM Kisses 1-3 Box Set
3:AM Kisses
Winter Kisses
Sugar Kisses
Whiskey Kisses
Rock Candy Kisses
Addison Moore
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Her work has been featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine. Previously she worked as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit for nearly a decade. She resides on the West Coast with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.