From New York Times bestselling author Penelope
Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
Growing up, the three of us were friends.
He was the nerd.
I was the playboy.
She was the beauty.
Deep down, I only ever wanted her. I kept it
inside because Rory and I made a pact that our friend, Amber, was off-limits.
He lied.
I went off to college, and he got the girl.
Amber never knew how I felt.
They were together for years—before he broke
her heart.
Through it all and across the miles, she and I
casually stayed in touch.
When my job sent me to Boston for a three-month
contract position, Amber let me stay in her spare room.
Still reeling from her breakup, she’d sworn off
men.
One night, I opened her computer to find the
shock of my life. She’d hesitantly contacted a male escort company. Afraid to
date and get her heart broken again, she was looking for sex with no strings.
Every emotion imaginable ran through me:
protectiveness, jealousy—curiosity.
Amber had chosen Gentleman Number Nine and sent
him a message.
She opened up to him, confessing, among other
things, her physical attraction to her friend—me. But she considered me
off-limits—and she thought I was a manwhore. (Ironic, considering the
circumstances.)
Eventually, she set up a date to meet Gentleman
Nine at a hotel.
When she showed up several nights later to meet
him, she was stunned to see me standing there—with an offer I hoped she
wouldn’t refuse.
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EXCERPT
G9,
Is
that what your friends call you? I like that. Thanks for the answers.
That’s
an interesting question—why tonight of all nights? Well, I saw my ex tagged on
Facebook with another woman, and that put me over the edge. But it’s more than
that. Lately, I’ve developed a strong attraction to a good friend of mine, and
that’s sort of screwing with me a bit. He’s actually temporarily living in my
condo, but he’s someone I’ve known for years. I’ve always thought he was
extremely handsome, but it’s complicated. He and I would not be a good match
romantically. He’s not the monogamous type, or at least, he never used to be.
We’re better off as friends. He was also the best friend of my ex years back,
so there’s that. Having him around, though, has made me more sensitized to my
sexual desires. Little things like the waft of his scent, the way he touches
the small of my back when he passes by me in the kitchen…it’s like my body is
on this constant state of alert. So, I was thinking if I could just—for lack of
a better word—get laid, maybe I could get this feeling out of my system.
—Amber
My jaw was open as I just sat there staring at the screen.
Holy
shit.
I read it again.
And again.
And again.
I honestly didn’t think that Amber felt that way about me. She
would always make jokes about me being good-looking, but her attraction to Rory
proved that her taste wasn’t exactly conventional. Now, I really felt like shit
for invading her privacy, because there was no way she would’ve been okay with
confessing that to me. I never imagined any of this had to do with me. I’d assumed it was solely about
Rory.
She wanted to use another man to f*ck me out of her system?
That revelation left me shocked and confused—not to mention hard
as f*ck thinking about the fact that Amber wanted me.
About
the Author
Penelope
Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling
author. She’s a seventeen-time New York Times bestseller. Her novels are
published in over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the
world. Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of
her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more
family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 13-year-old girl
with autism and a 12-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode
Island.
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