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Need You Tonight (Boys of the South #6) – Marquita Valentine

 

Title: Need You Tonight (Boys of the South #6)

Age Group: New Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 20, 2014

Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations

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Book Description:

In small towns, dirty little secrets don’t remain secret for long…

Everyone loves Parker Morgan, especially the high society ladies who pay thousands for his time. Becoming a male escort hadn’t been something Parker wanted to do, but when his family needed money to survive, he compromised everything he believed in to make ends meet. But there are two things he refuses to do—one, be paid for sex. Two, let himself fall for his beautiful new neighbor. She’s too pure and

sweet for him. And that sadness in her eyes… he doesn’t want know the cause of it. He has too many problems of his own.

A war widow at only twenty-two, Brooklyn Reeves has lived a shadowed existence for two years. Desperate to start over, she moves to Forrestville, never dreaming her new neighbor would be so sexy—not that she wants a relationship of any kind with him. Besides, he’s completely hostile and rude anytime they run into one another. Unfortunately, he’s also her handyman, and she’s forced to repeatedly call on him when one thing after another goes wrong with her rental house.

Only, as spring turns to summer, Brooklyn begins to sees a new side to Parker—one that makes her reconsider her opinion of him. Sparks fly, igniting a hunger that neither of them can resist.

But are either of them prepared for the consequences, once Parker’s dirty little secret comes to light?

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 EXCERPT

Half expecting to run into Parker, I fly through the Piggly Wiggly like they are having a fire sale. I know he lives close to me, and since this is the only grocery store on this side of Forrestville, it stands to reason he would come here.

Unless he has a girlfriend or wife shopping and cooking for him. When we met, I didn’t bother to check his ring finger. Maybe I should have, then that could be reason number two for avoiding him.

Inwardly groaning, I know I shouldn’t have any reason for avoiding him. I shouldn’t be thinking of him at all.

After paying, I push the buggy over to the community board by the exit. It’s sectioned off in three parts—events, housing, and employment. I scan over the employment first—no reason to look at events, since I don’t have the extra money to go.

“Bartender, dog groomer, cake decorator,” I mutter to myself. Ugh. I have no experience with any of those positions. “Assistant office manager.” I perk up. This is something I can do. I have an associate degree in office management. “Call Rowan at 910-,” I grab the advertisement and immediately call her.

“Callahan’s Auto Repair.”

“Hi, I’d like to speak to Rowan, please.”

“This is she.”

“I’m calling about the assistant office manager’s position.” Name. Tell her your name. Gah. I’m so bad at this. “I’m Brooklyn Reeves, by the way.”

A slight pause. “How much experience do you have, Brooklyn?”

“Three years, and I have a degree in office management as well.”

“Awesome. You’re hired.”

My jaw drops. “Just like that?”

“I could really use the help.”

“Don’t you want to run a background check, or call my references? Make me pee in a cup?” Stop talking. The woman is giving you a job, you drunk possum.

Rowan snorts. “You can on one of your breaks, but I’m not touching it, and you have to bring your own cup.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “That’s okay. I was being a little uh…”

“Excited.”

“Yes, excited,” I answer, thankful she’s given me a way out of my embarrassment. “So excited to start on—?”

“Tomorrow. Callahan’s is open Monday through Saturday. We can discuss your schedule and job duties when you come in. See you at eight.”

“Sounds great,” I manage to say before she hangs up.

Taking the advertisement, I shove it and my cell into my purse, a big smile blooming on my face. I goofy dance my way to the parking lot, bumping the buggy with my hip to keep it rolling.

“Oh yeah… who got the job, even after making a fool of herself?” I sing on the way, pausing when I get to my SUV. Looking at the window, I point at myself and my reflection does the same. “This girl got the job. That’s who. Break it down.”

A truck rolls up beside me, and butterflies form in my stomach as my face heats up and I try to be all nonchalant about my Taylor Swift Shake it Off dance style. Braden always said my parking lot victory dances were going to get me in trouble one day. Then again, he’d been the one to encourage me to do them in the first place. He’d been the one dancing right along with me.

The door opens, and who gets out? The man I’ve been dreading to run into, of course. Crap. Parker Morgan does shop here. Alone.

My smile falls, and I hurry to load my groceries so I don’t have to speak to him. Gosh, why did I have to buy so many things?

I toss the bags inside, one tipping over. Oranges bounce out, one by one, and I watch in horror as they roll right into a pair of boots.

Parker bends down, picking them up and holding them out. I can’t help, but stare at him as if he’s offering me the apple that did Adam and Eve in.

“Here you go,” he says, carefully placing them back into the buggy. He puts his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans and stares right back at me. “How is everything?” he asks.

“Fine.” Standard answer to a standard question. I don’t know why I thought our next meeting would be something more.

With my next breath, my body unfreezes. I start loading groceries again, but just as I turn around to grab another bag… there he is, taking a huge bag of charcoal from the bottom and hefting it over his shoulder like it weighs nothing.

His forearms flex, big hand gripping both side as he adjusts the bag, and my body flushes hot. He walks toward me and I back up, bumping into my car. Leaning over, he places the bag in the back, his body so close that his T-shirt brushes my arm.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

“You’re welcome,” he says, his voice equal parts soothing and arousing.

My breath hitches and my heart pounds.

Parker turns slightly, his golden-green gaze raking over me. His lips part and so do mine. I can see a smattering of freckles on his nose, just a few, but enough to make me want to melt, because it only adds to his looks.

He touches my arm. “I’m sorry about the way I spoke to you yesterday. I want to thank you for your,” He swallows, his strong throat working. Never in my life have I have been so mesmerized by the sight of a man swallowing. “Sacrifice. I can’t imagine what that must have been like to lose your husband.”

The mention of husband snaps right out of my lust-induced trance. “My what?” I say sharply.

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On the surface, twenty-two year old Cole Morgan is exactly what any girl would be proud to take home to meet her parents: He’s charming, intensely handsome and goal-oriented…Only he has some secrets of his own, which include provoking bar fights and a former drug-addict of a mother slowly wasting away in a medical facility.

At barely twenty, Violet Lynn is Country Music’s hottest star, until one night of partying gets out of control. Violet ends up in jail and on TMZ. Suddenly, she’s the girl least likely to be invited anywhere. Sick of the drama and keeping secrets, she runs away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi to her grandmother’s home in Forrestville, North Carolina.

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Loose ends left loose for too long tend to strangle. Cole and Violet knew it wouldn’t be easy. They knew their relationship would take work. But when the press finds out about Violet Lynn’s newest boyfriend, they start digging. And when his past come to light, exposing all of his family’s secrets, their relationship begins to fray.

Country Music’s Golden Boy, Jaxon Hunter, has it all, except the girl that got away. What she saw, she really didn’t. What she thought happened, he allowed her to believe for reasons so insane that no one would ever have believed him if he had confessed. But now that everything’s out in the open, he’s going to do his damndest to convince her that he’s the only one for her.

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Jackson
For me, failure has never been an option, not with Everett Morgan controlling my entire career. But when my efforts to win back the girl who got away end up with me helping my rival, I concede defeat—and sneak away to a private island off the coast of South Carolina to lick my wounds.
Only I wasn’t counting on the seamstress for the band driving the getaway car. Or waking up the next day, with Bliss in my bed and a ring on her finger…and absolutely no memory of the wedding.
Bliss terrifies me while giving me hope that I can be more, that I can be this guy no one else can see but her. But I’m not sure who I want to be…except free.

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Bully. Tormentor. Lover.
West Diaz has been all of these things to me.
After being gone for two years, he’s back, begging for my forgiveness. And not just my forgiveness… He wants more.
He wants… Me.

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There’s only one place in the world Lacey Evans feels normal–the roller derby track. When she laces up her skates and fastens her helmet, she’d powerful and in charge. She knows exactly what to do and say. The rules are clear and penalties are given for those who don’t follow them. But in the real world, she’s far from powerful and in charge. She never knows exactly what to do or say For years, she counted on one person to be exactly who he said he was–her best friend, Wyatt Tanaka. Only she changed the rules on him, without any warning, and now she’s the one being punished.

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Beau Montgomery is *not* the typical single dad for three reasons:

  1. He’s rich and famous.
  2. He needs a nanny, like yesterday.
  3. He has no idea if eight month old, Mia, is actually his daughter.

Only, number three doesn’t matter to him, because he’s determined to give up everything to be a standup dad, including racing, partying, and his favorite vice-women. Until that is, he’s invited to race in Monaco–a dream he’s always had. Now, all those things he’d sworn to give up are at his fingertips, including the very inconveniently hot nanny, Landry Basnight, who’s traveling with him.

 About the author:

New York Times Bestselling Author, Marquita Valentine, writes sexy heroes that make you swoon and sassy heroines that make you laugh. She’s the author of the bestselling contemporary romance series, Holland Springs, and the new adult romance series, Boys of the South.

Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a good man—and if that doesn’t work, they can console themselves with cheesy tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder and their two children.

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Need You Tonight (Boys of the South #6) – Marquita Valentine

Title: Need You Tonight (Boys of the South #6)

Age Group: New Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 20, 2014

Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations

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Book Description:

In small towns, dirty little secrets don’t remain secret for long…

Everyone loves Parker Morgan, especially the high society ladies who pay thousands for his time. Becoming a male escort hadn’t been something Parker wanted to do, but when his family needed money to survive, he compromised everything he believed in to make ends meet. But there are two things he refuses to do—one, be

paid for sex. Two, let himself fall for his beautiful new neighbor. She’s too pure and sweet for him. And that sadness in her eyes… he doesn’t want know the cause of it. He has too many problems of his own.

A war widow at only twenty-two, Brooklyn Reeves has lived a shadowed existence for two years. Desperate to start over, she moves to Forrestville, never dreaming her new neighbor would be so sexy—not that she wants a relationship of any kind with him. Besides, he’s completely hostile and rude anytime they run into one another. Unfortunately, he’s also her handyman, and she’s forced to repeatedly call on him when one thing after another goes wrong with her rental house.

Only, as spring turns to summer, Brooklyn begins to sees a new side to Parker—one that makes her reconsider her opinion of him. Sparks fly, igniting a hunger that neither of them can resist.

But are either of them prepared for the consequences, once Parker’s dirty little secret comes to light?

EXCERPT

The closer I get to Brooklyn’s place, the faster my pulse races. I take a curve a little too sharply and have to slam down on the brakes. Glancing at the dash, I curse. I’d hit a forty-five mile per hour curve at seventy.

“Holy fuck,” I mumble under my breath.

What’s wrong with me? I don’t have a death wish, but with each passing day, I’m becoming more and more like my brother and less and less like myself—If I even know who I am anymore.

Brooklyn’s SUV is parked beside the house, under a small lean-to. The porch lights are on, a consideration I don’t deserve. Cutting the engine, I get out and grab my tools from the truck bed before striding to the front door.

Determined to get this over with as fast as possible, I knock and ring the doorbell at the same time.

“Hey, it’s me, Parker Morgan,” I shout.

The door swings open, and all that stands between us is screen door. My breath nearly whooshes out of me at the sight of her standing there, wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. Her dark hair is pulled into loose pigtails. I don’t think I’ve seen a sexier sight.

Her gaze rakes over me. “I didn’t think you were coming.”

“I said I was.”

She opens the screen door and steps back to let me inside. “Yeah, I heard,” she says dryly. “Come with me.”

I follow her to the back of the kitchen, to a small closet off to one side. The door is propped open, and the single light bulb hanging down is blazing. Once I’d accidentally touched the thing and had gotten a small blister from the heat.

“Why do you think it’s broken?”

“Because I have no hot water to wash dishes or shower.”

“Did you check the breaker?”

“Yes.”

Setting my toolbox down, I inspect the heater. It has to be at least twenty years old. “I’m surprised it’s worked this long.”

“Do you think I’ll need to buy a new one?” she asks, clearly distraught.

I shake my head. “If you did, then you’d get reimbursed. You’re renting the place, remember?”

“Oh.” She lets out a shaky laugh. “It’s been a while since I didn’t have to worry about replacing things, and before then, Braden always took care of stuff like this.”

The reminder of her husband makes me frown a little. I’m not upset with her. I’m pissed off at myself. For no good reason besides my own personal issues, I’ve been blowing hot and cold at her, instead of being an even-tempered, standup guy.

I bend down to check the pilot light. It’s out. “Found your problem.”

“You did?” She squats down next to me, our heads nearly touching.

“Pilot’s out.”

She groans. “I could have sworn I’d checked that before I called you. Sorry.”

I glance at her. “It’s part of my job.”

A wry smile covers her face. “It’s Thursday night. I’m sure you would rather be—” Once again, her gaze rakes over me, taking in my button-down shirt and dark jeans. Her cheeks heat. “You were on a date, weren’t you?” She smacks her hand over her mouth for a minute. “Ugh. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. You should have told me.”

Irritated at her apology, because it makes me feel like more of an ass, I growl, “If I had wanted you to know my personal life, Brooklyn, I would have told you.”

She jerks her head a couple of times, forcing a smile on her face, but the hurt in her eyes is evident. What’s wrong with you? I ask myself for the second time that night. “Yeah. It really is none of my business. I just… if I had known, then I would have made do until you weren’t so busy.”

Would have made do? Inwardly groaning, I light the pilot and stand. Brooklyn shoots to her feet. “Don’t apologize. Like I said, this is part of the job description.”

“Right. Let me get out of your way,” she says and turns, only to bump into me and stumble backward.

“Careful,” I admonish, my protective instincts coming out in full force as I grab her wrist to prevent her from falling, but her foot slips and she trips over my toolbox.

Without thinking, I jerk her to me, our bodies colliding against one another in the cramped space. Her pretty eyes fly to my face and our gazes collide. There’s a hitch in her breath, just like when I’d helped her with her groceries.

Neither of us moves an inch, and I don’t let go. Instead, I begin to caress her skin with my thumb, right against the pulse point on her wrist. It’s beating out of control, from almost falling or because I’m touching her, I’m not sure.

“Parker,” she says softly.

“Yeah,” I answer in a voice I barely recognize. I dip my head, needing to taste her. Needing to get the inevitable over with.

“Let go of me.” Her sweet breath fans over my lips, and I freeze.

My intentions had been noble. I hadn’t wanted her to fall, but now I don’t want to let her go. I want to keep her here, where she belongs, with her hot little body pressed to mine. My free hand settles on her hip and squeezes.

Please.” Tipping her head back, she licks her lips and it’s then I notice how badly her body is shaking in my arms. Her eyes are so wide that there’s hardly any color.

“Don’t be scared,” I whisper. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” I nip at her jaw and kiss my way up to her ear. Her skin is soft, hot, and tastes like heaven. There’s nothing artificial about her. Nothing demanding. “You like that?”

“Oh, God. Yes.” Her hands slide up my arms, fingers curling around my biceps. She says my name, a little plea that makes me close my eyes.

I suck in her earlobe and bite down gently, rocking my body against hers. Sliding my hand down her hip, I cup her firm ass and then glide my fingers down to her thigh to pull it up high and tight. I rock against her, making her head fall back on a moan. Need builds inside of me.

Pressing my hand against her lower back, I pick up the pace, rolling my hips, and making sure that my dick hits her in just the right spot.

She whimpers a little, a small, helpless sound that makes me so hard I can barely think. I just want her. “That’s such a pretty little sound, baby. Make it for me again.”

I feel her lips on my neck, the tentative lick of her tongue. Pleasure floods my system. My chest fucking heaves, like I’ve just lifted weights for the past hour and finally stopped. I cup her ass with both hands, rubbing against her… watching her cheeks flush and her white teeth come out to bite at her bottom lip.

Suddenly, her hands come between us, pushing at my chest. “Don’t… Please. You can’t… I can’t. My—I’m still… widowed.”

She makes no sense, only the catch in her voice bringing me out of my driving need. Sympathy replaces it as I remember how alone Brooklyn is in the world. Growing up with a sorry excuse of a mom like Crystal, I know how that feels. Only, Cole and I always had each other, and then once Kelly was born, we focused everything on her.

“I’m sorry for making you think I could.” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”

Damn it. I have to force myself to let go of her slowly, gently… not like I’m throwing her away because I’m pissed off. I’m anything but. “It’s no big deal,” I say and kiss her nose. “No harm, no foul.”

She continues to stare up at me, confusion, desire, and sadness swirling in those grey depths. “No big deal?”

I touch her cheek. “I meant about saying no.”

Her lashes flutter, fanning out on the tops of her cheeks. “Oh.”

“Give the water an hour to warm up and then try again,” I say, all business now. It was a mistake to touch her, but at least it didn’t go any further. Grabbing my toolbox, I take a step back, out of the confines of that small room and away from the desire roaring for me to take her. “Text me if it doesn’t work.”

She nods, swallowing so hard I can hear her. “Because you’ll be with your date and don’t want to be interrupted?”

No, baby, I’ll be thinking of you and doing God knows what in the shower to take the edge off. Actually, I know exactly what I’ll do. “Something like that.” Or I could call Dani and see if she’s still around. A part of me rebels at the thought. I can fuck who I want now, I remind myself. I can be with whomever I want. My terms. Not anyone else’s. “Is there anything else you need?”

See, I can do this. Calm, professional, and oh, so helpful. Besides, after what happened, I’m pretty damn sure she won’t be asking me to do anything for a while. And I’m pretty damn sure I need the space from her, now more than ever. No matter my newfound freedom, Brooklyn doesn’t strike me as the type of girl I can fool around without consequences.

“Tomorrow, could you come over and repair the back door on the screened-in porch? It’s not closing properly and I can’t lock it. And the window in the guest bedroom won’t lock either. I like to lock things at night—you know, for safety, not because I’m obsessed with locks.” She wrings her hands, her face worried and embarrassed as hell. “If you already have plans, then don’t worry about it. I can wait until you do have time.”

I can’t have her feeling unsafe. She’s all alone in a new town. “Make a list for me, sweetheart.”

She reaches out to touch my arm, her hand hovering before she pulls it back. I frown. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

I blink at her. Hadn’t Dani said those very words to me?

“By fixing you supper,” she quickly adds, turning away to grab a sponge and wipe at the kitchen counters. “I’m a decent cook, or I can order a pizza. Does anyone deliver out this far?”

“No,” I snap

Her embarrassed-driven cleaning stops mid-swipe. “Fine. No dinner.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Yet, I keep giving it to her like that every time.

She looks up at me expectantly.

I should stop while I’m ahead. Pay someone else to come out here and help her instead of me. It’s obvious that I can’t control myself when I’m around her. I can’t deal with that right now. For one, Brooklyn deserves better than me. And two, I’m leaving in a couple of months. Without anyone else.

“No one delivers out this far.” Obviously, I have brain-to-mouth issues that need work.

Her forehead wrinkles adorably. “So…”

“I’ll be back tomorrow evening.”

A surprised blush stains her cheeks. “Then I’ll have supper waiting.”

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TRUE FOR YOU

ALL FOR YOU

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BURN FOR YOU

 About the Author:

New York Times Bestselling Author, Marquita Valentine, writes sexy heroes that make you swoon and sassy heroines that make you laugh. She’s the author of the bestselling contemporary romance series, Holland Springs, and the new adult romance series, Boys of the South.

Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a good man—and if that doesn’t work, they can console themselves with cheesy tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder and their two children.