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Title: DIRTY
Author: R.L. Kenderson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Dirty:
After returning home due to her father’s illness, Elise Phillips reunites with her college friends, including Luke Long. Luke was a player back then, and Elise had always prided herself on not being another notch on his bedpost. Luke is still gorgeous though, and he knows it. And he checks all her boxes—intelligent and sexy with muscles and a hard body. Following a night of beer and shots, her resistance runs out, and he finally does check her box. And Elise knows that it can never happen again. Luke had always thought of Elise as the pretty girl that was friends with his roommate’s girlfriend, but now she’s all grown up. When their night of passion rocks Luke’s world he realizes he must have her again. The two enter a friends-with-benefits relationship with the agreement that they’re just going to have fun. The only thing is, with mutual friends involved, they have to hide their indiscretion. But what harm can come from a dirty little secret?Get Your Copy!
Dirty (Book #1)
Catch Up On The Series!
Kinky (Book #0.5)
Sexy: Luke & Elise’s First Night (Book #1.25)
Nasty (Book #2) Coming 6/29/18
Exclusive Excerpt:
Elise grabbed the triangle and began racking the balls, putting them in their proper place on the pool table. She grabbed the one ball and put it at the apex when Rachel walked over and leaned against the side of the pool table. “Are you having a good time?” her friend asked. “Yeah. I’m glad you asked me to come. I totally kicked Luke’s ass.” Rachel smiled, but it was hesitant. Elise stopped what she was doing. “What’s wrong?” Rachel stood up straight. “I think we’re going to take off. I don’t feel well. Shelly and Joe are leaving, too. Shelly’s tired, and she wants to go home and put her swollen feet up.” “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” Rachel said, putting her hand over her stomach. “I think it was something I ate.” Elise narrowed her eyes and studied her friend. “Liar. You just want to go home and get laid.” Rachel blushed. “Guilty. I haven’t seen Sean for a week.” She stuck her bottom lip out. Elise laughed. “I understand. Go have fun with your man.” Rachel looked around the room, as if she was calculating the situation. “What is it?” Elise asked. “Nothing.” “Rachel, just spit it out. What’s wrong?” “I don’t want to leave you here with Luke.” Elise shook her head. “I’ll be fine. We’re having fun. I’m not ready to go home yet.” Her friend looked over her shoulder to where Luke stood at the bar, talking to Sean. They seemed to be having a serious conversation. She looked back at Elise. “I just want you to be careful.” Elise tilted her head. “How do you mean?” “It’s been over six months since you and Jason broke up. I don’t want to see you get hurt again.” Elise shook her head in confusion. “I still don’t get it. Why would I get hurt?” Rachel sighed. “Just don’t sleep with Luke, okay? He’s grown up quite a bit, but he’s still Luke. I’ve never seen him get serious with anyone, and I don’t want your heart to get broken.” Elise threw her head back and laughed. “We are just playing pool. Nothing’s going to happen.” Rachel didn’t laugh. “I know you haven’t slept with anyone since before you and Jason broke up.” She leaned in close and lowered her voice. “And I know how horny you get when you’ve been drinking. I also know that sex with Jason was mediocre, at best, so you’re probably really jonesing for sex now. And let’s face it; we both know that Luke probably fucks like a rock star.” Elise laughed again and shook her head. “Trust me, Rach, you have nothing to worry about. I am never going to sleep with Luke Long.”
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The next morning, Elise woke, flat on her stomach, disoriented, with a piercing headache that only came from a hangover. While she’d been living with her parents for about a month now, she’d often still wake up in confusion from forgetting where she was at first. It’d sometimes take her a minute to realize she wasn’t in her house in Denver anymore. She opened one eye to check the time, but the alarm clock wasn’t hers or the one in her parents’ guest room. She sat up, jarring her already-sore head, and let out a moan. Thankfully, dark shades were covering the windows, casting the room in shadows and hiding the evil sun. What happened last night? Her memory was fuzzy, and it hurt to think. She realized she was naked and pulled the sheet up to cover herself as she slowly looked around the room, recognizing nothing. Nothing but the sleeping naked male lying on the bed next to her. Oh God. No! Panic raced through her body, and memories rose to taunt her. She’d slept with Luke Long. She’d slept with. Luke. Long. She whimpered and closed her eyes. She had managed to escape college without screwing the guy, only to have dirty, dirty sex with him last night. And that was only the stuff she could remember. She was never drinking again. If Rachel ever found out, she was going to give Elise so much shit—after she quizzed Elise on whether the whole fucks-like-a-rock-star thing was true. Elise couldn’t recall everything from last night after the rest of their friends had left the restaurant, and Luke and she had decided it would be fun to take a bunch of shots. But, now, she did know that, yes, Luke Long did indeed fuck like a rock star. Her sore vagina could attest to that. I hate you, alcohol. Luke shifted beside her, but the arm he had over his eyes remained where it was, and his breathing regulated and deepened again. She really should get out of there before he woke up, but instead, she found herself staring at his beautiful body. Why does he have to be so gorgeous? She moved her gaze from his face to down his muscular chest and stomach and noticed a blemish of some kind. She leaned closer to look at the red mark directly above his hip. Are those teeth marks? A memory surfaced. She’d bitten him so hard that she bruised him…after she went down on him…again. She dropped her head in her hand. She was such a slut. She looked again at the wound, and her gaze moved to the thin white sheet that was covering one leg and only part of his penis. God, even flaccid, it was thick and long. She remembered thinking it was perfect. She might have even told him that she wanted to mold his dick, so she could use it on herself when she was alone. She moaned softly with embarrassment. “Jesus, would you stop thinking? You’re making my hangover ten times worse.” Elise jumped. “Would you stop scaring me?” Luke chuckled and moved his arm from his face. His brown eyes glittered with amusement. “Sorry,” he said, but his tone indicated that he wasn’t the least bit remorseful. And, now, she was regretting not getting the hell out of there right away. 
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