Rules of a Rebound by Nina Crespo
Series: Breakup Bash #2
Series: Breakup Bash #2
Publication date: August 12th, 2019
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Natalie Winters thought she'd married the man of her dream... but her marriage ended way too soon in a nightmarish divorce. She even has to share custody of the dog! The stress is killing her, so she decides to take a night off and attend The Breakup Bash--a private party for women celebrating their breakups--with her friends.
Former executive security specialist turned bartender Rome Collier is drawn to the woman easily trading sexy banter with him. And if she wants the "Do Me" condoms she accidentally throws across the counter at him, she'll have to claim them... personally. Their flirtation turns into so much more, and every scintillating night they spend together is better than the last.
Strong, protective... and hot, Rome is everything Natalie ever wanted in a man. All she has to do is convince him he's more than a rebound.
Each book in the Breakup Bash series is STANDALONE:
* The First Rule of Hook-Ups
* Rules of a Rebound
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Stop! Natalie sat up in bed, batting away the sadness that threatened to consume her now. Today wasn't like the past. She wasn't dependent upon anyone to take care of her, and no one was making her leave her home. She'd restore what was missing, and, if karma truly existed, the jackasses that had robbed her of her things and her peace of mind would get what they fully deserved.
Natalie flung back the covers. As she walked out of the bedroom in her bare feet, she tugged down her mid-thigh-length "When I die, the dog gets everything" T-shirt. A cup of stress-relief tea would help her relax and possibly slow down her thinking long enough for her to get some sleep.
She was almost halfway down the hall before she remembered to walk softly so she wouldn't disturb Betsy... or Rome.
As she crept past the closed door of the playroom, Betsy's collar jangled, but she didn't whine or bark. Natalie rarely locked her up, but she wanted to make sure her fur baby didn't wander into places that she hadn't cleaned up yet. Betsy would tolerate a night of not sleeping where she pleased as long as she was taken outside in three hours, at six in the morning.
Natalie continued to the end of the hallway, planning to quietly make her way through the living room to the kitchen. But seeing Rome laying on top of the bedsheet in his low-slung jeans, arm resting above his head, brought her up short.
The glow from outside streetlights streamed through small openings in the blinds, illuminating him. Even at rest, cuts of muscle stood out in his chest, stomach, and arms. When they were in the storeroom, she hadn't gotten a look at the entire juicy package. Had she known all of that was available, she would have ripped off his shirt.
Sex with Rome, the drink-serving god... the orgasm maker. That's how her night after attending the Breakup Bash should have ended... with a thrill of being with him, not disaster.
He shifted his legs, and the natural V cutting along his hips deepened, framing his impressive abs. He brought his arm down. "Is something wrong?"
Unexpectedly hearing his voice caused her breath to hitch and made her feel a tad embarrassed. Ogling him while he slept drifted into stalker territory. "No. I'm..."
As Rome sat up and put his feet on the floor, his rippling muscles took her words away. "If you can't sleep, that's normal. What happened can leave you feeling uneasy."
Or hot and bothered. Very hot, in fact. Suddenly, her light sleep shirt felt like a winder coat. "I'm not upset. I mean, yes, of course I'm upset. I was robbed, but that's not why I'm here." Her gaze drifted to his lap. Was that bulge a hard-on, or was she just dreaming?
"Okay." His low, husky voice made her skin tingle. "Then, why are you here?"
Go make herself a cup of tea, or give in to the desire that made her breasts heavy and lust pool in her middle. The choice was clear.
She walked to the pullout bed and in between his legs. His body heat seeped through his jeans and into her skin.
He took her hand. "Do you want me to hold you?"
"I'm not here for handholding."
He visibly swallowed. "Tell me what you need."
Natalie flung back the covers. As she walked out of the bedroom in her bare feet, she tugged down her mid-thigh-length "When I die, the dog gets everything" T-shirt. A cup of stress-relief tea would help her relax and possibly slow down her thinking long enough for her to get some sleep.
She was almost halfway down the hall before she remembered to walk softly so she wouldn't disturb Betsy... or Rome.
As she crept past the closed door of the playroom, Betsy's collar jangled, but she didn't whine or bark. Natalie rarely locked her up, but she wanted to make sure her fur baby didn't wander into places that she hadn't cleaned up yet. Betsy would tolerate a night of not sleeping where she pleased as long as she was taken outside in three hours, at six in the morning.
Natalie continued to the end of the hallway, planning to quietly make her way through the living room to the kitchen. But seeing Rome laying on top of the bedsheet in his low-slung jeans, arm resting above his head, brought her up short.
The glow from outside streetlights streamed through small openings in the blinds, illuminating him. Even at rest, cuts of muscle stood out in his chest, stomach, and arms. When they were in the storeroom, she hadn't gotten a look at the entire juicy package. Had she known all of that was available, she would have ripped off his shirt.
Sex with Rome, the drink-serving god... the orgasm maker. That's how her night after attending the Breakup Bash should have ended... with a thrill of being with him, not disaster.
He shifted his legs, and the natural V cutting along his hips deepened, framing his impressive abs. He brought his arm down. "Is something wrong?"
Unexpectedly hearing his voice caused her breath to hitch and made her feel a tad embarrassed. Ogling him while he slept drifted into stalker territory. "No. I'm..."
As Rome sat up and put his feet on the floor, his rippling muscles took her words away. "If you can't sleep, that's normal. What happened can leave you feeling uneasy."
Or hot and bothered. Very hot, in fact. Suddenly, her light sleep shirt felt like a winder coat. "I'm not upset. I mean, yes, of course I'm upset. I was robbed, but that's not why I'm here." Her gaze drifted to his lap. Was that bulge a hard-on, or was she just dreaming?
"Okay." His low, husky voice made her skin tingle. "Then, why are you here?"
Go make herself a cup of tea, or give in to the desire that made her breasts heavy and lust pool in her middle. The choice was clear.
She walked to the pullout bed and in between his legs. His body heat seeped through his jeans and into her skin.
He took her hand. "Do you want me to hold you?"
"I'm not here for handholding."
He visibly swallowed. "Tell me what you need."
About the Author:
Nina Crespo lives in Florida where she indulges in her favorite passions--the beach, a good glass of wine, date nigh with her own real-life hero and dancing.
Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a "borrowing spree" in her older sister's bedroom where she discovered her first romance novel.
Let Nina's sensual contemporary stories and steamy paranormal tales feed your own addiction for love, romance, and happily ever after.
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