Chasing Bad Boys Series by Kylie Parker

"If I tell you, you've gotta promise me something: promise me you'll stay away." I've never been anywhere: I grew up in the mountains, worked at my family's grocery store, and had no prospects coming in my life. I led a slow life with no friends, no future, and no romance to speak of. But my best friend's wedding changed all that when a mysterious biker rode up to say hello as quickly as he said goodbye... more"If I tell you, you've gotta promise me something: promise me you'll stay away." I've never been anywhere: I grew up in the mountains, worked at my family's grocery store, and had no prospects coming in my life. I led a slow life with no friends, no future, and no romance to speak of. But my best friend's wedding changed all that when a mysterious biker rode up to say hello as quickly as he said goodbye. His flowing locks beckoned to my fingers and his muscles bulged from his shirt, but all I wanted to know was everything. Everything about him. But knowing everything came with a price... and it's a price I don't think I can pay. Chasing Bad Boys "If I tell you, you've gotta promise me something: promise me you'll stay away." I've never been anywhere: I grew up in the mountains, worked at my family's grocery store, and had no prospects coming in my life. I led a slow life with no friends, no future, and no romance to speak of. But my best friend's wedding changed all that when a mysterious biker rode up to say hello as quickly as he said goodbye. His flowing locks beckoned to my fingers and his muscles bulged from his shirt, but all I wanted to know was everything. Everything about him. But knowing everything came with a price... and it's a price I don't think I can pay. Chasing Bad Boys is a collection of scorching hot stand alone romances in the Chasing Bad Boy Series. Each story has its own panty melting bad boys with their own individual stories so feel free to pick up anywhere in the series. less

"Damn you for making me do this, Matt. I hope I don't regret it." A simple bike trip to Boston quickly turned into a casino van left that left me and my buddy, Matt, $200,000 dollars richer. And then, that next day, I met a sweet-talkin', long-legged biker chick named Melissa. A sweet pair of lips, a head full of hair I wanted to wrench my hand in, and the most delicate speaking voice I wanted to make fill up a dark, dingy hotel room... more"Damn you for making me do this, Matt. I hope I don't regret it." A simple bike trip to Boston quickly turned into a casino van left that left me and my buddy, Matt, $200,000 dollars richer. And then, that next day, I met a sweet-talkin', long-legged biker chick named Melissa. A sweet pair of lips, a head full of hair I wanted to wrench my hand in, and the most delicate speaking voice I wanted to make fill up a dark, dingy hotel room. She was a wild one, that Melissa, and everything I was looking for in a woman to ride with me. But $200,000 of money that wasn't mine created a rift between us that not even her stupid good riding skills could jump. Little did I know the money I'd stole would intertwine Melissa and I deeper than I'd ever thought. I just hope I can get us out alive... less

I do court room news, now one on one interviews. Lawrence Striva is a billionaire public icon, and apparently, my editor okayed an overnight stay at his estate without telling me. Why would he forget that huge of a detail!? Now, I'm being blindfolded. Now, I'm being watched on cameras. Now, I'm being slathered in expensive fabrics, wrapped in plush robes, and probed with every inch Lawrence is willing to give me... moreI do court room news, now one on one interviews. Lawrence Striva is a billionaire public icon, and apparently, my editor okayed an overnight stay at his estate without telling me. Why would he forget that huge of a detail!? Now, I'm being blindfolded. Now, I'm being watched on cameras. Now, I'm being slathered in expensive fabrics, wrapped in plush robes, and probed with every inch Lawrence is willing to give me. But little did I know he keeps a deep, dark secret buried in the lit of his mind... a famously secret that could kill anyone in its wake should they figure it out. His body is so calm and his stare is so unnerving, and his secret... Catastrophic. So catastrophic, in fact, that it sent me to the last place on earth a woman like myself would be found. Why the hell did I have to fall in love with him? less

Would you sleep with the president? Chris Skii has huge political ambitions, and he was a rare politician in that he was an independent. He avidly worked to dismantle the party system, which was what probably made him so popular, particularly to the voters. It was truly revolutionary, and the country had it’s eyes on Chris Skii as a symbol of hope and change. Stephanie was thinking to herself... “Are you alright?” he asked... moreWould you sleep with the president? Chris Skii has huge political ambitions, and he was a rare politician in that he was an independent. He avidly worked to dismantle the party system, which was what probably made him so popular, particularly to the voters. It was truly revolutionary, and the country had it’s eyes on Chris Skii as a symbol of hope and change. Stephanie was thinking to herself... “Are you alright?” he asked. His voice was full of concern, and his eyes searched her face. “I’m fine,” she answered, her words slightly slurred. Her eyes traveled over his face, and then down his body. Her loins ached fiercely as her eyes centered on his well- fitted pants. “I think you’ve had too much to drink,” he said softly, gently removing her drink from her hand. “No, I’m okay,” she shook her head, though her lack of articulation belied her words. “Here,” Chris gently held out his hand for her to take. Stephanie eyes it speculatively as she took it. She nearly moaned as his fingers interlaced with hers and supported her as he guided her away from the bar. Stephanie felt her heart pound as he led her through the living room and down the hallway that she knew led to his bedroom. She felt her body begin to shake. She tried to convince herself that it was a culmination of the alcohol and her relief about the party going so well. Deep down, though, she knew that it was something else entirely. less

Sarah The walk from my office to the car park reminded me of where I was heading. A lonely empty apartment, the aching muscles on me neck reminded me of my tiresome day and the heels on my feet did not make it any better. The FBI parking lot was quiet and still, almost everyone had turned in for the day, and my car was among the last ones parked. The chip of the alarm sounded through the air as I got closer to my car and got into the driver’s seat... moreSarah The walk from my office to the car park reminded me of where I was heading. A lonely empty apartment, the aching muscles on me neck reminded me of my tiresome day and the heels on my feet did not make it any better. The FBI parking lot was quiet and still, almost everyone had turned in for the day, and my car was among the last ones parked. The chip of the alarm sounded through the air as I got closer to my car and got into the driver’s seat. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I checked the mirrors and tried to decide what I was going to have for supper that day. I was bored of takeout food and eating alone at a restaurant looked desperate and almost pathetic. After running a hand through my hair, my mind was made up on two-minute noodles and beer. A call came through for me just as I was about to pull out and I picked it up via the Bluetooth in my car. “Hello.” “Hello, is this Sarah Andrews?” “Speaking..." less