Werewolves & Tattoos: Bad Boys of BDSM
Novella Collection No. 1
Anita Lawless & Leigh Foxlee
About: Get two Bad Boys of BDSM
novellas in one collection from Amazon and All Romance bestsellers Anita
Lawless and Leigh Foxlee. More bad boys for less money! Bad Boys of
BDSM: Werewolves & Tattoos is filled with hot alpha shifters and
sexy tattooists. Get tied up in these stories of love, passion, and
scorching bdsm scenes.
This collection includes:
Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 1 by Leigh Foxlee
A year and a half ago, the lead singer of garage rock band No Mercy
mysteriously disappeared, and his girlfriend and band mate, Merry, never
thought she’d see him again. She moved on and hooked up with the band’s
lead guitarist. Then one day he stumbles back into her life and
literally falls at her feet! Noah Wilder returns with dark secrets and a
curse—he’s become a werewolf. Merry is plunged into a world of monsters
and deception and becomes caught in a love triangle. Can she help Noah
break the grip the Dark Moon pack has on him, and will she be forced to
choose between her new love and her high school sweetheart?
Claimed by the Bad Boy: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 2 by Anita Lawless
Bekka Olson’s ex-husband, Corey Varkov, unexpectedly walks back into
her life one day, just as she’s trying to get over their failed
marriage. He’s returned to make good on a promise he made long ago—to
rekindle their passionate love, no matter what. Hard times and a
meddling step-mother-in-law broke them apart, and now secrets threaten
to ruin their second chance. The sexy Russian tattooist has no trouble
seducing Bekka, but can he re-claim her heart for good?
Bonus Story: Surrender To His Wants (Surrender Series Volume 2, Part 2)
Bonus Excerpt: Waking Up Werewolf (Waking Up Werewolf Series Part 1)
Excerpt from Claimed by the Bad Boy:
Bekka carefully unwrapped the package that sat atop her glass display
case. It was an H.P. Lovecraft original, and being a lifelong fan of
horror she couldn’t help but smile wide as she gazed down upon the book.
Damn, she thought, It’s nice to enjoy what you do for a living.
Bekka had rented the space for her rare used books/oddities/antiques
store around two years ago, right after her divorce from Corey was
finalized. The memory of their uncomfortable parting made her sigh as
she ran a reverent hand over the book’s cover.
She thought back to their final day together, remembered Corey and
Juanita begging her to reconsider leaving. But Bekka had learned one
lesson living with her husband and his stepmother for two years: There
was only room for one woman in a man’s life, at least, when it came to
living under one roof.
After enduring two and a half years with the meddlesome but well meaning
woman, Bekka had to admit defeat. It wasn’t that Juanita had meant to
gobble up every spare moment of Corey’s time, or that she meant to horn
in on their relationship. It just happened. And Bekka, powerless to stop
it but desperately wishing she could, had to do some soul searching
before she dropped the dreaded “D” word on Corey.
It had practically killed him. She would never forget the look of hollow sorrow in his eyes that day.
“Why the hell am I doing this to myself?” she muttered to a china Buddha
smiling cheerily at her from where it sat in a tall, glass display
case.
Glancing at the calendar by the door, Bekka came around front to flip the CLOSED sign to OPEN.
She looked down at the dusty motorcycle boots on the other side of the
glass, wood-framed entrance. Her eyes followed them up to black jeans,
and she swallowed as her fingers closed over the sign.
Two years. Bekka never thought she’d see him again, even though they lived only forty-five minutes apart.
But there he was, standing on the other side of the door, smiling in at
her, wearing a black t-shirt and sunglasses. It gave him that enigmatic,
slightly dangerous look she’d always loved about him.
Corey Varkov. Her ex-husband. Bekka stared and her hand trembled on the sign.
Corey pointed to the doorknob, smiled—showing his deep dimples—and raised his eyebrows.
Nodding her head, Bekka forced a smile through her shock, fumbled with the key in her hand, and let him in.
“What…” Her voice cracked and her throat dried. “What are you doing
here?” She cursed her words for deserting her at the worst possible
moment.
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