Don’t know which book to read next? Then Mr. Right by J. S. Cooper is the right choice for you! Coming out June 23rd!!!
Some nights are meant to remain a secret.
Some nights are meant to be for fun.
Some nights are meant to last just one night.
It was never supposed to happen.
But, we couldn’t stop ourselves.
One night became too many.
He was the one man I wasn’t supposed to want.
The one man I wasn’t supposed to have.
The one man that could never possibly be my Mr. Right.
However he’s the one man I can’t get out of my mind.
He’s the one man that’s going to change everything.
Mr. Right is a pretty scandalous book. Get ready, folks. If you think you’ve read crazy in any of my books before, you have not yet read Mr. Right!!
There are ten things you should know about me:
1. I’m not a bad guy
2. I was attracted to her the moment I saw her.
3. I love to tease her.
4. I knew I was playing with fire.
5. I knew she didn’t know the truth.
6. I didn’t care.
7. A part of me was excited by the danger.
8. I knew the sex would be amazing.
9. I didn’t want to be her Mr. Right.
10. I knew everything would end in fireworks.
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His hair is cropped, low to the base of his head, sexy in a marine style way. He looks like he’s had a haircut from the last time I’d seen him. I wonder what he would do if I stroked his hair. It looked like it would feel silky against my fingers, even if slightly spikey. I play with my hair hastily, trying to smooth it out. Mine was messy, unkempt, my raven locks in dishevel. Not exactly the femme fatale look. I wonder what he’d do if I changed the rules. Wonder what he’d say if I leaned in and told him, “Come on then, big boy, show me what you got. Stop with the talk. Let’s just do this.” I knew that would likely shock him, take him aback. He would never expect it. Never in a million years. Guys like him didn’t think girls like me would actually start playing the game back. A part of me wanted to change the rules on him. Make him feel uncomfortable, but I knew I didn’t have it in me. I was too scared. Too scared that he’d accept and then I’d be the one that couldn’t back out.
“I’m not sure what you’re doing here, but I am here to walk Squirrel. Nothing more and nothing less. And to be honest, I don’t even know why I had to come? I mean, if you’re here, why do I have to walk Squirrel?”
“You volunteered, didn’t you?” Evan looked at me with a smirk. “That was your mistake.”
“I didn’t volunteer to walk him.” I made a face. “I’m not really into cleaning up poop and pee.”
“I don’t think you have to clean up the pee.” Evan laughed. “Unless you want to mop it up.”
“Well, it’s not like I’m going to leave it on the ground to stain the floors.”
“You going to mop it up from the grass as well?”
“Mop it up from the grass?” I looked at him with confusion in my eyes.
“Yeah. The grass. He wouldn’t be pissing on the ground if you were to get him outside on time.”
“Why would I be moping up piss from the grass?” I glared at him.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “That’s why I was asking you.”
“You’re insufferable.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re one of the most annoying men that I think I’ve ever met in my life.”
“You haven’t met many men in your life then?” He laughed.
“Grrr.” I just shook my head and turned away. “Squirrel,” I shouted. “Where are you? Squirrel, come on, let’s go.” I walked towards the door and Squirrel came barreling into me in excitement, tongue wagging and farting all the way. I turned my nose up at the smell and prayed to God that he hadn’t let a poop out in the living room.
“I can tell you really love dogs.” Evan said as he glanced at me staring at Squirrels butt in disgust.
“I’m just trying to see if Squirrel went to the loo.” I didn’t see any discoloring from Squirrels butt, so I was hopeful that I didn’t have to tend to any butt emergencies.
“If you’re that worried that Squirrel needs to go that badly, maybe you should take him out now, instead of sitting here flirting with me.”
“Flirting with you?” My jaw dropped and I glanced at him. “Are you frigging kidding me right now?” I stared at the twinkle in his eyes and then looked away quickly. I just couldn’t with this guy. He was too much. He knew exactly how to get me going, in more ways than one. He was trouble if ever I saw trouble. “Do you know where Squirrel’s leash is?” I pinched my lips together, knowing that I had to ask him if I ever wanted to get Squirrel out of the house.
“In his doggy box, with all his other stuff, I presume.” Evan said matter-of-factly and I wanted to punch him.
“And where is that?” I asked through pursed lips.
“In the kitchen, by the pantry, where it has always been.”
“Okay.” I walked out of the bedroom and hurried to the kitchen, stopping myself from saying anything else. Evan was such a douche bag and so condescending. I just didn’t know how Pierce or anyone else put up with him. No wonder he was single. Well, I didn’t know that he was single for sure, but I could only assume. Or secretly hope. I wasn’t sure which statement was more accurate. Did I assume or hope? I wasn’t sure and I didn’t really want to find out.
“If I wanted you, I could have you right now.” His words were teasing and tormenting as he followed me out of the room and I turned around and stared at him in shock.
“Excuse me?” I said, after allowing my shock to subside a little. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
“Do you see anyone else in the room?” He looked around and gave me an “Are you alright in the head look”.
“No, but I know you can’t be talking to me like that.” I shook my head at him and took a step back. “You’re so inappropriate.”
“I am?” He laughed and took a step closer to me. “If you think this is inappropriate then you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of The Last Boyfriend, The Ex Games and Rhett, J.S. Cooper is a true romantic. Born and raised in London, England, Jaimie Suzi now lives in the USA with her dog Oliver and a house full of books. Jaimie loves to read and write romance and she loves hearing from her readers, so feel free to send an email at anytime.
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