Scorch: A Soldiers of Fortune Romance (Military Bad Boy Romance)
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Authors: Aubrey Irons
Why fall for Prince Charming when the villain is so much more tempting? Because it feel
so good
to be
so
bad
...
The dark, dominant, tattooed Spaniard has all the arrogant machismo of a bullfighter and a body carved out of steel. In my sister’s fairytale romance, he almost destroyed my family. He’s the devil, and I hate him.
Until he saved my life, and changed everything.
Javier
f**king
Toro is the last man in the world I expect to find pulling me
out
of the way of danger. He’s cocky, crude, and dangerously tempting. He oozes sex and the promise of breaking every rule I’ve ever made. Bad boy? Yeah, no, there’s nothing
“boy”
about Javier. He’s a
man
.
A very,
very
bad
man.
And I can’t resist him, no matter the consequences.
*****
What is it that they say, payback is a bitch?
No, scratch that. Payback is a
motherf*cker
. One day after breaking out of a South American prison, I run head-first into
her
.
Innocent, uptight, and sexy as sin. Her sister may have almost killed me, her family put me in prison. That doesn’t mean I’m not dying to find out if she’s as much of a firebrand in bed as she is while she’s chasing me down, trying to put me away again.
That is, I’m curious until she’s got a gun pressed to my chest, flashing me a badge.
Yeah, Special Agent Chelsea Archer isn’t just “off-limits”; she’s the f*cking enemy. She’s the last girl in the world I need to have a damn thing to do with. Because if she gets close to someone like me, I’m going to destroy her. I’m going to ruin her in such perfect ways and have her scream my name like I’m the last man on Earth.
Because I'm no hero, I’m the bad guy.
And I'm very,
very
bad.
Author’s Copyright
Copyright © 2015 Aubrey Irons
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission, except in the case of brief quotations used for review.
All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please do not continue reading this book of you are under the age of 18 or are offended by content of this nature.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older and all acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
Dedication:
To my husband, for being the best sounding-board, best co-pilot, and best champion I could’ve ever asked for.
To Kate, Nate, Jesse, Hayden, Roxie, Sennah, Nora, and Kat for your endless support, unwavering optimism, and wildly entertaining stories.
To Lee, for demanding that I dream.
And most of all, to the readers. YOU are why I do what I do, and I can’t even begin to thank you enough for the support and the kind words along the way.
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An Excerpt:
"I'm trying to save you."
She barks out a sneering laugh; "I don’t need saving; not from
you
."
"Get close to me and you will," I growl.
Get close to me and I'll destroy you, even if I don't want to and even if I do everything on Earth to try and stop it.
It'll still happen, because that's just me and the fucked up reverse Midas touch that follows me. Good things wither and die around me, and something as bright and as pure as her doesn't stand a fucking chance.
"I'm a big girl."
"I'm a bad man."
My hand slides up her arm, and before I can stop myself, I’m snaking it around her waist, exploring the curve of her hip as I pull her closer. I want to push her away - I know I
should
push her away - but I can’t even begin to conceive of doing that right now. Not when she feels so fucking good under my touch.
"My job is to catch bad men and lock them up," She whispers quietly, her eyes still flashing heat and fire as she matches my own hot gaze with her own.
"That a fact, princess?" I move closer, pulling her against me; "You think you can catch me? Think you can put me anywhere I don’t want to go?" I growl, my jaw tightening.
"I always get what I go after.“
"Not me."
She's so close, and my pulse is roaring like a lion ready to pounce in for the kill. I'm such bad news for her, but if she says one more fucking word, I’m going to take her right here and right now. I'm going to claim her, make her mine, and have her screaming my name as she comes like it's the last name on Earth.
"I’m a bad, bad man, princess," I say with fire and danger on my breath.
"Oh yeah?" She swallows and looks at me defiantly; "
Prove it
." She whispers.
Don't say I didn't warn you
.
I yank her body against mine as my mouth crashes against hers, and I feel her absolutely melt into me.
She tastes like heaven and moves against me like original sin as her hands snake into my hair, pulling me into her. I push us backwards, pressing her against the side of the flat-top rock near the fire, pressing myself against every sweet delicious curve of her body.
