Bad Boy Next Door — Abigail Graham

I can't resist the bad boy next door... I don't have time for men when I'm raising my daughters alone â€" especially an obnoxious jerk like my new neighbor, Quentin. Tattoos, muscles, ego. I told him to move his car and he sprayed me with a hose. We make each other furious, and he gets me wet. I should have slapped him, but I let him drive me to work instead. He ended up driving me wild. He won't share his number, tell me what he does... but one look and I'm begging to be his, one touch and my panties hit the floor. I know he's wrong for me, but he feels so right. I'm falling for the bad boy next door. --- I kill people for a living. I never thought I'd get in trouble for refusing to murder someone. I was supposed to kill all the witnesses. When I couldn't pull the trigger on an innocent girl, I became a marked man. Now, I'm stuck in the 'burbs, laying low and trying to blend in. Just one problem â€" my new neighbor, Rose. She showed up on my porch complaining about my car. I had to slam the door in her face before I pulled her inside, pinned her to the wall, and took every sweet inch of her. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't let her in. But I can't stop thinking about this firecracker moaning underneath me every waking second. I'm poison to her and I don't need a girl, but when I lay eyes on her all I want is to keep her in my bed forever and pleasure her until she forgets her own name. She's mine, damn it, and nobody's taking her away. I'll put my lips all over this woman if it's the last thing I do.