All First Chapter Samples

„Gestern hat er mich gefragt, ob ich denke, dass er das Haus babysicher machen muss, um die Erfahrung realistischer zu machen.“ Ich mochte Blake … verdammt, ich mochte den dummen Mann vielleicht sogar so sehr, dass ich ihn lieben könnte, aber das …

Wes schnaubte, legte sich zurück und streckte sich auf dem Teppich vor der Couch aus. „Hat er einen Scherz gemacht … war er sarkastisch oder so?“

„Nein.“ Ich seufzte. „Das ist das Verwirrende daran. Er hat es ernst gemeint.“ Und ehrlich, ich dachte, ich hätte ihm gut genug erklärt, worauf ich stehe, damit er es versteht, aber nach einigen seiner Kommentare war ich mir da nicht mehr so sicher.

Wes rollte mit den Augen. „Er weiß doch, dass es nicht wie Magie ist, bei der du dich in ein seltsames außerirdisches Kleinkind verwandelst, oder?“

Hoffentlich.

„Er ist sehr wörtlich.“ Und irgendwie spießig.

«Non c’è niente di male nel trovare sexy le competenze.» Sedendomi più dritto – non che mi aiutasse a sembrare più alto – osservai l’uomo irrequieto e quasi nudo che avevo davanti. «Mi hai chiesto quali tratti trovi sexy in un uomo e ti ho risposto. Competenza. Intelligenza. Stabilità emotiva.»

Non era mica astrofisica.

Conner non sembrava essere d’accordo, però. Mi fissava come se fossi una nuova e bizzarra specie di insetto che era stata appena scoperta. Ma poiché quello era un miglioramento rispetto alla reazione che aveva avuto vedendo i miei vestiti, o notando proprio che li indossavo, non me ne preoccupai.

Scosse la testa e indicò la stanza. «Queste sono caratteristiche importanti in una brava persona, specialmente un buon Dom, ma che dire dell’aspetto fisico?»

«Landon sta andando a un appuntamento o aiuta qualcuno a traslocare? Non so dire se sembri chic o un senzatetto. I tatuaggi potrebbero far puntare in entrambe le direzioni.»

Mia madre aveva le più buone intenzioni, davvero, ma non stava certo contribuendo ad aumentare la mia autostima.

«Shh, ti sentirà. Sii gentile.» Laura avrebbe anche potuto risparmiare il fiato. Essere “gentile” non era una caratteristica della donna che ci aveva messi al mondo.

«Sono onesta, non cattiva.» Parole che erano diventate il suo mantra da così tanto tempo che ormai ci credeva.

La sentii muoversi in cucina. «Dove ha detto che avrebbe portato la ragazza con cui esce? Ma almeno sai come si chiama? Fa il testardo e non me lo vuole dire.»

Quella donna era una via di mezzo tra un bulldozer e un alce pazzo.

It probably shouldn’t have made me hard.

I mean, being yelled at wasn’t sexy in itself, but when what seemed to be a thick Scottish accent was combined with a stern-looking older man who looked like he’d just walked off the screen of a BDSM website, I couldn’t help myself.

I also couldn’t help the fact my brain and my dick didn’t work at the same time, or the fact I was a stereotypical American moron and accents were just fucking sexy.

And men in suits with sexy accents were even hotter.

Yep, there was nothing I could’ve done about it.

“What the fuck is going on, Benny? I swear to God, only you could get stranded at the fucking airport in a foreign country during a blizzard.” Before I could point out I was in London, not Timbuctoo, Skyler continued without pause.

“It’s not my fault!” Kevin’s screeching tone said he honestly believed what he was saying, but the way Bryan seemed to be chasing him through the house said he might be deluding himself.

They sounded like thunder and Kevin’s shriek as Bryan might’ve gotten close enough to grab him said chaos was quickly incoming.

“Do you know what he did?” Kevin had done something. He might’ve thought otherwise but that didn’t make it true.

Maddox was barely holding back laughter as he shrugged, but he managed to look like a serious Dom as the troublemakers ran into my office. Kevin nearly crashed into my desk as he made a last-minute strategic shift and aimed for Maddox. “Master Maddox, I didn’t do it.”

Oh, interesting.

“I don’t give a fuck what they told you. I’m not driving down that goddamned mountain in this weather! This is my time and you know it.” His eyes flashed with dark emotions as he stalked toward the porch.

If I thought he was sexy when he was angry, I was smart enough not to show it.

My standing stupidly in the doorway didn’t seem to help his emotional instability. But in my defense, I had no idea what he was talking about and it was incredible to see little Joe all grown up. I shouldn’t have found him hot considering I’d known him since he was five.

But the man standing in front of me only vaguely resembled the little boy he’d once been.

Especially the anger part.

Little Joe had been sweet and almost painfully shy. I could still picture him peeking around the wall by the staircase whenever I would visit his parents’ house. Even as he’d gotten older, he would smile hesitantly before quietly escaping any dinner party his family dragged him to.

“I—”

I didn’t get much out before he cut me off, but it seemed to only make his anger worse. “I’m a part-fucking-owner and this is my week. The goddamned lawyers I had to hire to make sure I got use it cost me a fucking fortune! The rest of the assholes that raised me might have money lying around like toilet paper, but some of us have to work for a goddamned living.”