I don’t know about you, but occasionally I want to sit down and read something that’s both funny and a little, well, we’ll say “dirty.” I generally have to be in the right mood for it, but when that mood hits, it’s really all I want to read.
If you ever feel that same mood, you’ll probably want to take a look at Deal Takers, by Laura Lee. Because if today’s excerpt is any indication, it’s exactly the sort of thing to satisfy that craving. Plus, it’s billed as a romance, so you know there’s going to be some sweet spots in there, too.
I should let you know, though, that there’s definitely some explicit language in this excerpt–and in the summary itself. So fair warning on that, if you’re not a fan of it.
Before you get to the excerpt, though, take a moment to visit Laura’s rafflecopter, where she’s giving away a $25 Amazon gift card.
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About Deal Takers
MY DICK CAN BE A REAL BASTARD SOMETIMES.
When he takes charge, I’ve been known to do a lot of stupid shit, despite the fact that I have a genius IQ. Case in point: How I met the woman of my dreams.
Now, I’m going to let you in on a little secret: I don’t regret that moment of idiocy one bit. It may have been one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, but you know what they say about first impressions, right? Well, I can guarantee that I made quite the impression that evening. (Don’t worry; I’ll tell you all the gory details later.)
Most days, she acts like she hates me—probably because I behave like an ass— but we both know the truth: Rainey O’Neil wants me just as much as I want her—she just doesn’t want to admit it.
Good thing I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.
*Deal Takers is the second installment in the Dealing with Love world but can be read as a standalone.
“Happy Birthday, dear Nathan. Happy Birthday to you.”
As our collective group finishes singing, little Nate attempts to blow out the candles on his cake. I make a mental note to refuse a piece when I see his spittle flying everywhere.
“Good job, sweetie!” Devyn praises.
You’re probably wondering how I got roped into attending a four-year-old’s birthday party. The answer to that is two-fold: one, Uncle Drew would kick my ass if I didn’t show. The second reason is standing right next to me, smelling like fucking peaches, which my dick really seems to like.
“Mommy, I did it! Im’a big boy!” Nathan says with a fist pump.
Okay, my presence may have a little to do with the fact that this kid is fucking adorable.
I lean into my neighbor’s ear so only she can hear me. “So, Rainey. Do you want to duck out of here and get naked?
She swats me away and whispers, “Shut up! Nobody is getting naked!”
“Tell me, how many times did you make yourself come last night while thinking about me?” I prod. “Feel free to give me the recap in explicit detail.”
Rainey digs her nails into my forearm and yanks me to the back of the small crowd. “First of all, you’re a pig. This is probably the least appropriate conversation to have at a toddler’s birthday party.”
I match her whisper when I ask, “And second of all?”
I don’t know why I always goad her. Other than the fact that angry Rainey is wicked hot, that is.
She rolls her eyes. “And second of all, what I do in the privacy of my bedroom is none of your business.”
“What about what happens between you and me in the bedroom?”
“Nothing will ever happen between you and me in the bedroom.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I counter. “You know chemistry has never been a problem for us and you’re bound to get sick of your battery-operated boyfriend one of these days. And when that happens, I’d be more than happy to take care of you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she scoffs. “For your information, it keeps me plenty satisfied.”
I smirk. “So, you admit that no one is warming your bed these days?”
“I’m not admitting anything,” she says, a little defensively.
“Besides the fact that you want me, you mean?”
“I do not want you, Brody. The sooner you get that through your thick skull, the better.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “You know what else is thick?”
She shoots me a side glare. “I’m done with this conversation.”
“You keep telling yourself that, honey.”
About Laura Lee
Laura’s passion has always been storytelling. She spent most of her life with her nose in a book thinking of alternate endings or continuations to the story. She won her first writing contest at the ripe old age of nine, earning a trip to the state capital to showcase her manuscript. Thankfully for her, those early works will never see the light of day again!
Laura lives in the Pacific Northwest with her wonderful husband, two beautiful children, and three of the most poorly behaved cats in existence. She likes her fruit smoothies filled with rum, her cupboards stocked with Cadbury’s chocolate, and her music turned up loud. When she’s not writing or watching HGTV, she’s reading anything she can get her hands on. She’s a sucker for spicy romances, especially those involving vampires, bad boys, or cowboys!