Author: Katy Evans
Series: Manwhore #4
Published by Self-Published
Release Date December 5, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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You've seen the headlines: Womanizing billionaire player! Watch out! Stay away!
We were just two strangers. Facing a forbidden attraction, a chemical connection. Neither of us expected or wanted it to amount to more.
But I had never been drawn to a guy the way I was drawn to this one: my brother's best friend, and CEO of the company where I interned.
Even knowing I should stay away, I proved to be too human, after all.
The chemistry was amazing.
The laughs were incredible.
I opened up to him in more ways than I'd opened up to anyone before.
But sex was as far as I'd go.
Just sex because he was too irresistible.
Just sex because I wouldn't be falling for him.
Just sex because I'd leave in three months, and I'd like for my brother not to kill me, and for nobody to find out he was my wicked little secret.
He wasn't the One.
He was just a womanizer.
But for a time, he would be mine.
Series: Manwhore #4
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Author: Katy Evans
Release Date: December 5, 2016
He brings his mouth back up to mine and we start to kiss again, and we don’t stop for what seems like an eternity.
His tongue slips between my lips and it’s warm and wet, and it makes me want it someplace else. I moan again and wrap my hands around his neck, welcoming his kiss.
He picks me up and turns us around so he’s sitting and I’m straddling him on the couch.
I rub against him, never breaking our kiss. Soft breasts to hard chest.
I feel him hard between my legs and I ache for more.
His hands grip my ass and press me against him, as if he knows I need more.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says against my lips.
I kiss him in response, holding on to him, my fingers threaded in his soft hair, pulling his head closer to mine.
He puts his hands underneath my dress and grips my thong-clad ass.
He breaks the kiss and looks at me. “What have we got under here?”
“What…? What do you mean ‘what’? My underwear.”
His hand rubs against my naked ass cheek, challenging what I said.
I roll my eyes at him and he chuckles.
I take his hand and lead it higher, to the bow on the back of my new thong.
He arches an eyebrow. “Let me see it.”
His fingers rub the satin of the bow on my ass, and I sit there and let him, looking into his eyes.
“It’s not red,” I say regretfully, suddenly wishing it were.
“Show me,” he says, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip.
“Show you what?” I whisper, concentrating only on how hard he is between my legs and on his beautiful eyes staring at my mouth.
“Your underwear,” he says.
I laugh. “What are you, fifteen?”
He grinds me against him, reminding me that he is most definitely not fifteen, and I gulp.
Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player–without getting played?
This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention.
Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairy tale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in.
Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.
But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one discovering him… or if he’s uncovering me.
What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin?
Ruthless businessman? Check.
Absolutely sinful? Check.Malcolm Saint was an assignment. A story. A beautiful, difficult man I was supposed to uncover for a racy exposé.I intended to reveal him, his secrets, his lifestyle–not let him reveal me. But my head was overtaken by my heart and suddenly nothing could stop me from falling. I fell for him, and I fell hard.Malcolm Saint is absolute Sin, and I’ve become a hopeless Sinner.Now that the assignment is over, Saint wants something from me–something unexpected–and I want this wicked playboy’s heart. But how can I prove to the man who trusts no one that I’m worthy of becoming his plus one?
Katy Evans returns with a sexy novella, the final installment of the unforgettable love story that began in Manwhore.
What lies ahead for Chicago’s most envied couple, Malcolm Saint and Rachel Livingston?
Sparks flew between them in Manwhore. Separated by deception, they felt the intensity and heat of their attraction turn up in Manwhore +1.
Will Chicago’s wealthiest and most notorious player finally settle down, or will one woman never be enough? Find out in Ms. Manwhore, the ultimate conclusion to their electric, breathtaking story.
He’s not the guy you date.
He’s the one night stand.
You’d think this man who sent hot looks my way, who called me succulent, would want to strip me bare and spread me out on his bed like every other woman in Chicago.
Except, he passed on my offer…
Just like I once passed on his.
He’s wary, like I am.
He’s broken, like I am.
And everyone knows two broken parts can’t ever make a whole.
So I try to distract myself with dating.
Tahoe and I are strictly friends. He doesn’t think my new beau is good enough—he doesn’t think any man is, especially himself.
The more time Tahoe and I spend together, the more confused I feel.
I’m trying to open up to love.
But I’m quickly realizing that the only man I want is the stubborn, cocky, unattainable playboy Tahoe Roth.
The one my mother warned me about.
The one my body craves.
The only one who will surely break my heart.