We are very excited for this brand new standalone from Kendall Ryan.
Releasing on September 15 we get a peek at a sexy romantic comedy from the NYT Bestselling author.
I have one rule: Donât shit where you eat.
Several of the women in the condo complex I own would love some one-on-one playtime, and why wouldnât they? Iâm young, fit, attractive, and loaded. Not to mention Iâm packing a sizable bulge below the belt. Itâs a combination that drops panties on a regular basis.
Yay, me, right?
But my cock, troublemaker that he is, has been confined to my trousers by my business partner. A concession I agreed to, and one thatâs never been hard to enforce until Emery moves in across the hall. Sheâs smart, young, determined, and sexy as hell. I want a taste. I wonât stop until Iâm buried deep inside the succulent new-in-town brunette.
After being warned about my past, she does her best to steer clear, but Iâm about to show her that underneath it all, Iâm a guy with a heart of gold and a cock of steel.
My name is Hayden Oliver, and this is my story.
SCREWED is standalone romantic comedy by New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Kendall Ryan.
Goddamn. This is going to be harder than I thought.
My eyes swing over to admire the most perfect pear-shaped ass Iâve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on while my business partner Hudson continues lecturing me. I think itâs something important, but thereâs nothing more urgent than my bodyâs reaction to this shapely brunette. Jesus. Those tits are definitely real.
âI mean it. Your cock is cut off this time,â Hudson says roughly, his tone biting.
Tearing my gaze away from the succulent new brunette moving into unit 4B, I face him. âNot literally cut off. Iâm sort of attached to him. You realize that, right?â
âWell itâs on lock down then. No more of this bullshit. I had three calls this week alone from hysterical women â our tenants â who you, how do I put this delicately? You fucked and then left before their pussies were even dry.â
I smirk at him, but I canât deny the accusation. Weâre like the real life Melrose Place. Sexy young twenty-somethings all living in close proximity. Thereâs bound to be a little drama now and again. Together, Hudson and I own thirty buildings in the greater Los Angeles area. And some of our buildings have very fuckable tenants. Up until this point, Iâd considered that a nice bonus, and a perk of the job. Hudson has apparently viewed it differently.
âWhoâs that?â I ask, tipping my head toward the bombshell whoâs responsible for all the blood rushing to my groin. Fuck. I should have a word with her about that, thatâs not cool.
Hudsonâs eyes swing to the left to see what, or rather, who has captured my attention. And whoâs given me this semi-chub, which I hope he hasnât noticed. Weâre close, but weâre not that close.
âNo, no, no. Donât get any ideas. Youâre not tagging that.â
Sheâs not close enough to overhear us, but I shoot him a scowl anyway. âShow some class, man. Tagging is such a juvenile word. Iâd take my time, get her hot and ready first, until she was begging for me to fill her tight, little cunt.â
âIâm fucking serious. Youâre not to even think about her tight cunt.â
âSo you acknowledge sheâs got a tight cunt?â I smile, proud of myself.
He wipes sweat from his brow, looking worried. âHayden, Iâm serious this time.â His voice has taken on a somber tone, and for once, I try to be serious and focus.
Watching the way the vein throbs in his neck, my smile fades. Weâre standing outside of one of our nicest buildings just outside of downtown, and the mid-afternoon sun is beating down on us. Suddenly I want to get away from him, and away from this entire conversation and into the cool air conditioning inside. Shit has gotten a little too real for me.
âYou know me,â I grin at him, trying to lighten the mood. âI just wanted to have some casual fun.â And if that meant sleeping my way through the LA singles scene, so be it. Iâm not looking for something deeper. I have a luxury condo in the heart of the Hollywood Hills, drive a new model BMW and possess a nine-inch cock. Translation: Life is good. Or it was, until Hudson decided to get a bug up his ass and lay down the law today.
âDid you hear a word I just said? One of your latest conquests threatened to report our company to the Better Business Bureau for unethical business practices. This isnât just about you. This affects me too. And Iâll be damned if I watch everything weâve built go down in flames because you canât keep your dick in your pants.â
âPoint taken.â Hudson is pretty much the best friend, and best business partner you could ask for. Heâs smart as hell, dedicated, works like a dog day and night. And not to mention when we began our real estate investment company five years ago, he single-handedly fronted all the start-up capital from his own savings and trust fund. It took me years to pay him back as the profits rolled in, and he never once made me feel lesser, or like I was in debt to him. Not to mention, heâs funny, well-off, and good looking. Heâs an excellent wing-man. Plus he knows the best taco joints.
Unable to help myself, my eyes drift over to her again. 4B fills out a pair of yoga pants in ways that I doubt are even legal in most countries. I needed to know what was underneath those curve-hugging black athletic pants. Simple cotton panties, or a naughty g-string? Either way, I wanted to bury my fingers inside the waistband of those pants, peel them down her hips and find out. Perhaps it was because Hudson just made her forbidden fruit, but I wanted a taste. My damn mouth was practically watering.
She looked smart, and put together, despite her casual attire, including a tank top and tennis shoes. With a clipboard in one hand, and her trusty number two pencil in the other, she ticked items off of her list, and instructed the movers who were unloading and carrying boxes up to her new place â which just so happened to be directly underneath mine.
âYouâre not going to last three minutes let alone three days.â Hudson grimaces, glancing over again at our newest resident.
âWhat do you know about her?â
He rolls his eyes, but humors me. âEmery Elaine Winters. Sheâs an attorney. Excellent references. Even better credit score, and she signed a one year lease. And sheâs to remain in pristine condition, or so help me God â¦â
When I glance up at her again, I see Roxy, another of our residents has joined Emery on the sidewalk, and they appear to be making small talk. Shaking hands, exchanging words, and smiling at each other. Thereâs something I strongly dislike about these two women talking. Roxy is an exotic dancer, and she I have a bit of a rocky past. Which is a huge fucking understatement, but not something I care to dwell on now. Hudson mentions something about fourth quarter taxes, and I tune him out, sure I just heard my name on Roxyâs over-glossed lips.
âExcuse me, Iâve got business to attend to.â I step around him, heading straight toward my new prize. Roxy spots me, and takes off for the parking area.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â Hudson calls after me.
âJust being neighborly. Someoneâs got to properly welcome Miss Winters.â
âDammit, Hayden,â I hear him shout.
âIâve got this, buddy,â I shout back over my shoulder.
I can control myself around her. I have to, according to Hudson. I donât like being told what to do, especially where my cock was concerned, and hell, itâll probably only make me want her more, but as I close the distance between Emery and me, I make a plan.
I would become friends with the so-hot-I-wanted-to-bend-her-over-and-fuck-her-in-broad-daylight new girl.
This was either the best plan Iâd ever had, or would end with me sporting a black eye, courtesy of my best friend.
Itâs go time.
Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me, Resisting Her and When I Break.
She's a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and reading.
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