We are so excited about the release of BAD INFLUENCE by USA Today bestselling author Stefanie London. If you love second chance romances, be sure to grab your copy of BAD INFLUENCE today!
About BAD INFLUENCE
Annie Maxwell created the Bad Bachelors app to warn women away from guys
like Joe Preston. Too bad she won't take her own advice...
Annie had her whole life figured out...until her fiancé left her when his career took off. If that wasn't bad enough, every society blog posted pictures of him escorting a woman wearing her wedding ring. To help the women of New York avoid men like her ex, she created the Bad Bachelors app.
Outside his stellar career, CEO Joe Preston has made a lot of mistakes. None was worse than leaving the love of his life when she needed him most. Now, he's ready for a second chance. He may still be one heck of a bad influence, but when Annie's safety is threatened by a hacker, Joe is the only one who can save her - and he'll do whatever it takes to win her back.
Annie had her whole life figured out...until her fiancé left her when his career took off. If that wasn't bad enough, every society blog posted pictures of him escorting a woman wearing her wedding ring. To help the women of New York avoid men like her ex, she created the Bad Bachelors app.
Outside his stellar career, CEO Joe Preston has made a lot of mistakes. None was worse than leaving the love of his life when she needed him most. Now, he's ready for a second chance. He may still be one heck of a bad influence, but when Annie's safety is threatened by a hacker, Joe is the only one who can save her - and he'll do whatever it takes to win her back.
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My review: I really enjoyed this book. This is the first story I've read by Stefanie London and it made me want to read the rest of the books in this series. Joe and Annie both made their share of mistakes in the fight that caused their break up, but neither could admit it. Well, fast forward three years and throw in some threats, and they are on their way to working through those issues. Their return to love was rocky, but at the same time, beautiful. This story captivated me and I will definitely be going back to read the stories of Annie's friends.
Excerpt: His lips parted hers, his tongue sliding
into her mouth as he walked her past the couch toward the huge windows. Even
with their eyes closed and hands occupied, they navigated the space with ease.
He knew every inch of this place, despite the furnishings being different now.
More importantly, he knew that Annie loved nothing more than the cold press of
glass against her back.
When they’d walked into the apartment,
they hadn’t needed the lights. But the sun had sunk low, and the city was
starting to shine as darkness settled over them.
Joseph was tightly coiled—the past and
present fusing together until it was impossible to untangle them. Annie let out
a soft gasp as she bumped against the glass. Planting one hand next to her
head, he spread his fingers wide. Rain splattered, coating the outside of the
window in glossy droplets.
“You haven’t told me to stop,” he said.
As much as it would kill him to walk
away now, waking up tomorrow and having her regret it would be worse. But for
once in his life, he needed to man up and be honest with her. For too long,
he’d let his upbringing stifle his ability to communicate. And it had ruined
them. Ruined any chance they might’ve had at happiness. And running hadn’t
fixed a goddamn thing.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she said,
her hands coming to the hem of her cashmere sweater. The fabric lifted up to
reveal her trim waist, then the pale-pink lace of her bra as she whipped the
sweater over her head. “Whatever it means to you is your business.”
The fabric hit the floor, and her hands
automatically went to the fly of her pants.
“I’ve told you what it means,” he
replied. The sound of her zipper being undone cut through the air. “And I’m not
going to play this game if you think you can shut me out afterward.”
Her hips wriggled as she pushed the
fabric down her legs. Her dark gaze speared him like a lance to the heart.
“You’re seriously telling me you’ll walk away unless I agree to cuddle
afterward?”
“I wasn’t thinking about cuddling as
much as burying my face between your legs in the middle of the night.” He
watched as she continued to undress, peeling her pink panties down her legs and
then reaching behind her back for the clasp of her bra. The action made her
breasts thrust forward. “I want to fall asleep with those perfect breasts
pressed against my chest and those legs tangled with mine. I want to wake you
up with my lips on your skin, and I want to pull you on top of me while you’re
still half-asleep.”
She stood naked before him, shadows
playing off her porcelain skin. But her eyes were the giveaway—the blackness of
her pupils eating away the rich brown irises he loved so much. They shimmered,
alight with a potent mixture of defiance and excitement.
His hand was still planted next to her
head. His body growing hot beneath his suit and coat. The contrast of him being
fully dressed next to her nakedness made it feel even more illicit. “I want to
hear that sexy, raspy sound you make when my name is the first thing out of
your mouth in the morning.”
She tipped up her nose to him. “This is
just sex. Nothing more.”
“Will thinking that help you sleep
better at night?”
“Going to bed alone will help me sleep
better.” Her voice didn’t give him an inch.
Joseph leaned in and pressed a kiss to
her lips. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite then.”
He turned and walked through the
apartment, stopping to pick up his scarf from the floor. Annie hadn’t made a
move to get dressed and remained standing, staring him down. Her shapely figure
was silhouetted against the Manhattan skyline, and it was possibly the sexiest
thing he’d ever seen.
But trying to ignore what he really
wanted was what had gotten him in trouble in the first place. She could huff
and puff, but he wasn’t going to sleep with her if she wanted him to act like
it meant nothing. He’d rather go home and take a cold shower.
Or twenty.
At least being at home would prevent him
from thinking with his dick in the middle of the night.
“Don’t answer the door for anyone but me,”
he said. “I’ll call when I’m on my way over first thing in the morning.”
She didn’t say a word as he pulled the
apartment door open and let it swing shut behind him.
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