Author: Belle Aurora, Debra Anastasia, Helena Hunting, JM Darhower, K.A. Robinson, Katherine Stevens, Leisa Rayven, Liv Morris, Nina Bocci, Penelope Ward, SM Lumetta, Tijan, Vi Keeland
Published by Hunting Anastasia Productions
Release Date March 22, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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Verity Michaels is new to New York City, but even she knows riding in a stolen a cab is not a normal way to meet someone. Damn it if that tattoo-covered would-be felon isn’t everywhere now, and lighting everything on fire under her skirt.
His name is Hudson Fenn, and he’s frustratingly impossible to pin down. He works as a bike messenger, but has the manners of a prince—along with a strange tendency toward breaking and entering. As much as Verity knows he’s not her type, and likely to land her in jail, she can’t help but find her truest self when they’re together.
Can she be brave enough to give Hudson a real chance? Will he be bold enough to reveal the man beneath the ink, or will his secrecy doom their connection? Also, WTF is the deal with Verity’s boss? No less than thirteen of your favorite romance writers have teamed up to tell this sexy, wacky, snort-inducing tale. With them you’ll visit the world’s most irritating office, a VIP room of questionable cleanliness, and the fanciest apartment a bike messenger has ever inhabited, but you’ll still never see this ending coming.
A Domino Novel
“Welcome to Felony Ever After. This process started as a wild idea over a year ago and we quickly accumulated the stunning roster of authors to tell this story. Everyone was a on board for something wickedly different. The challenge was this: Pass one chapter to the next author with just the vaguest of outlines to work from and see what emerged. We were guilty of making the characters deal with a weird box from one chapter to the next to try and mess with each other. When the contents of the box were revealed, we had some hilarious drama for our cast to work through.
In this mix we have Wall Street Journal, New York Times and, USA Today Bestsellers, Amazon rock stars and a fabulous handful of debut authors cutting their teeth on this wild adventure. We can’t wait to get on with the show, and show you what thirteen Indie authors can put together…”
Love, Helena (Hunting) & Debra (Anastasia)
(from Penelope Ward’s chapter)
Hudson leaned in, his breath warming Verity’s eardrums. “Why do you keep messing with your phone and pretending I’m not here?” He’d donned a gray beanie and looked better than ever with his hair sticking out from under it. The gray brought out the blue of his eyes.
She put her phone back in her purse. “It’s none of your business what I’m doing.”
He took his own phone out of his pocket and scrolled through it. Looking up at her, he said, “You were tweeting again.”
Her stomach dropped. “Excuse me?”
“By the way, if you want to know how far my tattoo extends, why don’t you just ask? I’ll show you.”
F*ckity. F*ck. F*ck.
A hot flash ran through her body, and it felt like the room was spinning. “You’ve been stalking me online?”
“You’re the only Verity Michaels in the United States. It wasn’t that hard. And I wasn’t stalking you. I looked your name up once, and bam—your Twitter account popped up, along with the hashtag ‘pound Hudson’.”
Mortified could not begin to describe Verity in this moment. She immediately got up from the bar. “Oh my God.”
He gripped her arm. “Where are you going?”
“I… I need a shot of vodka.”
Hudson wrapped his firm hand around her torso and guided her back to her stool. She felt the muscles between her legs clench at his touch.
“Relax. I’ll get it,” he said, stepping down the bar.
Verity slumped on her stool. It was hard to breathe normally as she absorbed the fact that he’d seen what she’d written about him. His back was toward her as he waited for their drinks. She loved the way his jeans hugged his ass. Angie and Joseph returned from the dart boards, proclaiming the place too busy to throw any more sharp objects, and startled her out of her thoughts.
“What’s hot bike-messenger-cab-thief doing here anyway?” Angie whispered, her eyes wide.
“He’s stalking me.”
“No, I mean, really stalking me. He looked me up online and read all of my tweets, apparently.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I basically tweeted that I wanted to f*ck him. I used his name in a hashtag.”
Joseph bent his head back in laughter while Angie covered her mouth and spoke through her hand, “Oh, shit.”