Bad Larry and the Divorcee
by M. Levesque
Contemporary / Erotic / Humor / Suspense
Riya’s divorce gift to herself is to adopt a dog. Bad Larry and Riya meet at an animal shelter and quickly bond over their mutual hatred of men. Riya promises the little dog that she’ll never let anything bad happen to him again, if he promises to make it hard for her to bring any men back to her apartment, in a moment of weakness.
Jaden is investigating the murder of one of Riya’s high school classmates and after a strange first encounter in a public bathroom, he asks her out. She shoots him down but he’s determined to get to know her better, despite her warnings of owning a dangerous, man-hating dog.
Riya has no choice but to let Jaden into her life when she starts getting threatening letters from the killer but are she and Bad Larry ready to give Jaden an honest shot?
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He peered at me through narrowed eyes. “I’ll get your purse but just so you know, we’re still going out, at least once. I like you.”
“I can’t, I’m already in a relationship.” I said, desperately. I could feel my resolution dissolving very quickly under his blue-eyed stare.
“Are you in a relationship with a woman because you just told me you’ve given up on men?”
I chewed my bottom lip and his eyes darted down to my mouth. Just the fact that he noticed my mouth turned me on. What was wrong with me? “No, not with a woman. It’s actually more of a really jealous roommate situation, than an actual relationship.”
“Cats and goldfish don’t count,” he said, cueing in on my vagueness.
“Ha, joke’s on you, he’s a Doberman named Bad Larry and Larry likes men less than I do.” Bad Larry is actually a twelve-pound Miniature Pinscher but he really doesn’t like men and he doesn’t really know he’s only twelve pounds and he has a rap sheet to prove it.
I got Larry when the divorce was finalized. My ex didn’t like dogs so in an act of admittedly impulsive rebellion, I got Larry. Larry was a rescue from an animal shelter and when I saw him for the first time and discovered that he didn’t like men either, we became best friends. I promised to never let anyone hurt him again and he promised to make sure that in a moment of hormonal weakness, I didn’t let any men come back to my apartment.
I’d witnessed Larry in action twice. Once when the vet was checking him over before I brought him home and once when I was taking him out to pee and a construction worker tried to pet him. Larry is now on a city mandated bad dog list, meaning that he has to behave himself from now on or he could be taken away and put in puppy lifer prison.
Jaden shook his head at me and returned a moment later with my purse in one hand and his phone in the other. “I have to go right now but I put my card in your purse just in case you change your mind about Skittles.”
I winked at him. “You got it stud, but right now I have an emergency date with the box of baking soda currently deodorizing my fridge.”
He smiled broadly at me. “Tell Bad Larry I said hello.”
“Bad Larry doesn’t need to know about you. Trust me, it’s for your own protection.”
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The Weathermen 1
When Harper Mathews gets drunk with a friend and hacks into her boss’s personal accounts, Arturo (Ace) Charles Easton gives her a choice. Work as part of his secret hacking team, searching for clues to the people who infiltrated a weather control program, or face unemployment and jail.
But working as part of this team isn’t all that Ace demands from Harper. He also expects her in his bed, when he wants her there, how he decides to make love to her, and for as long as he desires.
Ace is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.
They call themselves the Weathermen…
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“It’s breathtaking, Ace. Truly.” The room smelled like him, and she inhaled deeply, letting the scent fill her head. There was an electric fireplace on one wall, already lit, and she caught sight of a mini bar on another wall. He’d thought of everything for this room. It was the ultimate seduction space.
She turned to face him. “Maybe we should talk about the other conditions now?”
He took her lemonade and placed the glass on a table, where Harper watched it start to leave a water ring. But he either didn’t care or didn’t notice as he put his wine glass next to it. Then he sighed once, and placed one hand on each shoulder. His touch sent tiny shivers down her spine, and she knew it would be impossible to say no to him.
No other man had ever affected her this way. She’d spent a year both despising him for that, and fantasizing about this, right here and now. Being in his bedroom, about to have sex with him. But at what price? To become another notch in his belt?
That’s not what she wanted. But Harper knew as she stared into his dark eyes, waiting for him to speak, that Ace wanted nothing more than that. Not from any woman. He’d made that perfectly clear. So if she did do this, at least she could tell herself she’d known exactly what she was getting into. If she knew his expectations, she’d have a framework for keeping her emotions in check.
“Here’s what I want from you,” he said. His voice had taken on a sultry, commanding tone that she hoped wasn’t the result of too much wine. She needed her thoughts crystal clear from this point on. “I expect you to be available to me when I ask, as often as I ask, and for as long as I want you with me. I won’t interfere with any family functions you have to attend, or with your work, but the rest of your time belongs to me.”
“I don’t have any family here.”
A quick flash of sympathy passed across his face, but it was gone so quickly she thought she’d imagined it. He didn’t know about her parents. How could he?
“Of course. All right. But if something comes up that you need to attend, let me know.”
He studied her face carefully for a few seconds. Too carefully, as if he were trying to choose his next words. Her body trembled with anticipation and need, and she wished he’d just come out and say it already.
“When we’re out, I expect you to wear what I ask you to wear, and I expect you to conduct yourself in a mature and professional manner.”
Wait a minute. “Are you saying I usually don’t?”
“No, not at all. But when we’re in public, what you do and say reflects on me. I’m asking you to remember that.”
“We’ll be out in public together? You mean on dates?”
His gaze softened. “I told you this wasn’t only about sex, Harper. Yes, we will go out together. And speaking of sex, when you’re here, I expect to make love to you.”
Her exhale came out in a shaky gasp as images flashed through her mind. He moved his hands down her arms, slowly, and at the same time stepped closer to her until she could feel the heat coming off his body. “I expect to make love to you in every way I choose. I expect you to be adventurous, and at least try all the things I want to do with you.”
Oh … what kinky, decadent things did he want to try?
He stepped closer still and planted a soft kiss on her left cheek. “You owe me now.” Harper couldn’t stop the moan this time as his hands brushed across her abdomen. “You have a debt to pay.” Ace moved his hands to her hips, and then around to her ass where they rested. She gasped as desire shot through her, hot and bright.
The intensity of her reaction surprised and unnerved her. She should protest this. She should tell him to go straight to hell. But she couldn’t move. She could barely take a full breath.
“I own you now, Harper. And I will decide when you’ve worked off your debt.” She tried to keep her mind clear, but when he bent his head to kiss her, she knew she was toast. She knew she’d let this man do anything he wanted to her.
The year is 2124 and something has gone terribly wrong with The Madeline Project. Designed to control weather, the computer program is now functioning on its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. Earth’s surface is bombarded with unpredictable, spontaneous severe storms. If you’re not underground, you have little chance of survival.
Several teams of storm chasers from all over the planet risk their lives trying to collect data during the storms, in the hopes it will help researchers shut down the program. Meanwhile, a group of men work behind the scenes controlling all of Earth’s communications systems. They have the power and the money to keep the Storm Troopers supplied with equipment and the latest technology, and they will stop at nothing to find the hackers responsible for sending The Madeline Project rogue.
Ruthless, greedy, and powerful, these men were at the top of the communications industry when The Madeline Project turned into a nightmare, and they still run their empires. Living underground hasn’t changed anything for them. It’s only increased their supremacy and reputation. They call themselves The Weathermen…
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Hell’s bells, I hope he's not going to choke to death. Nikki stood up and thumped Ruari on the back until his choking slowed and stopped. His eyes were streaming, his chinos covered with best Jamaican brew, and he looked a mess. Her heart missed a beat and then raced. A gorgeous mess.
Oh glory, no. I do not want a complication like him in my life. No, no and NO. Damned if her heart ignored her and red hot, ‘oh my I wonder what if’, heat filled her. She ignored it as best she could. After all, hadn't he come to demand something of her and she had no idea what?
By the time Ruari's chest—a rather magnificent chest she judged even though it was covered in blue striped linen—stopped heaving, Nikki had her libido almost under control. Almost. She still had to admit he was a sight for sore eyes. And for an underused…she broke that train of thought off abruptly. She was not going to think of her lack of a sex life.
"I think maybe I'd best feed you. Food for the tummy not the soul." Nikki went into the kitchen, dampened a clean tea-towel and took it out to Ruari. "I'd say take them off and I'll shove them in a washer, but you'll need to wear a sheet or a towel if I do. I don't have any men's togs around."
"A sheet will do, I'm burning my bits off here." He dribbled the cool water from the tea-towel over his groin and sighed. "Better, much better."
She hadn't thought of that. "Then the bathroom is the third on the left. There's plenty of towels and I'll find a sheet."
Ruari disappeared at a fast waddle. His uneven gait, she suspected, had something to do with his desire to keep hot coffee away from tender skin. Nikki followed more slowly. She wasn't sure if her reawakened sex drive could cope with Ruari in a sheet.
As she rummaged through the airing cupboard something caught her eyes. Navy…shorts… She remembered with a heartfelt sigh, just what the cotton garment was.
Shorts. Men's shorts that Rhonda used to sleep in, and had washed a few days earlier. Obviously they'd got mixed up with the sheets and pillowcases and been forgotten. But would they be big enough? She held them up, doubtfully. Ah well at least he had a choice.
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