ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH THE BIKER
Publication Date: February 8, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Oh how I am loving this series of books. Each has a
different writer, and this one is my favorite so far. She had
me laughing so hard I woke my husband up as I was reading
in bed. Then there are the hot caring scenes. I love the bad
boy Quinn who is not really a bad boy at all. I have to say
I loved how he helped her in the hotel room convince her
friend that they could have louder sex than her friend. It was
truly funny. He was one amazing character, kind of makes
you wish he was real. I'd love to think Kelli and Quin were out
their somewhere for real. Teri writes a wonderful story, and
make you feel like it really happened. Now
before I ruin this
for you I will leave off here. I hope you enjoy this book as
much
as I did. If you do like this book, please consider
leaving a review. The Authors really like it when you
do,
they value your opinions too.
Aspiring writer Kelli
Dalton needs a man, and fast. When
she’s rear-ended by a
sexy-as-sin biker on the way to a
Vegas romance readers
convention, she sees her chance.
If he’ll pose as her
fake boyfriend long enough to impress
a bestselling author,
Kelli has a shot at saving the bookstore
for underprivileged
kids she runs back home.
Quinn Anderson
doesn’t know what to make of the cute little
writer who stirs his
heart and his libido, but he does know he
wants to get better
acquainted. And if that means keeping up
their sexy ruse all
week, he’s game.
Quinn knows girl like
Kelli deserves someone with a secure
future to help with
her store, not a guy struggling to turn a
profit on his chopper
shop. But if his motorcycle designs win
the big Vegas
competition, he’ll have enough prize money
to fund his
dreams…and hers.
PLAYLIST
DubThat2Step by Hubba Dub (Entangled Music) :
This is the song that Kellie got at the party when she
requested
Hank William’s Sr. meets Earth, Wind, and Fire:
Dating Game Bloopers: Kellie and Quinn played the
dating game:
Kellie’s drunken friend dances with the go-go girls to
All About That Bass:
Quinn suggests Buddy Holly tunes--or strip poker-- to
pass the time:
When Quinn and Kellie pull into his parents driveway,
she’s reminded of Dallas:
Dancing at the party: Uptown Funk:
And slow dancing at the party: I’ll Make Love To You,
by Boyz to Men:
Kellie was trying to figure out how to politely excuse Quinn for the night without sinking to the floor, wrapping herself around his knees, and begging him to stay and hang out with her when the first sex sounds came through the hotel walls.
They were not soft, gentle gasps of pleasure. No, these were groans and moans worthy of the Haunted Mansion at Disney World.
She was mortified. Here was this nice guy—a complete stranger who had sacrificed his entire evening to do her a favor—and he was trapped in a hotel room listening to people have sex. The fact that it was people she knew made it so much more horrifying.
So, this was weird. What now? “I guess they’re busy enough—you could probably escape, if you want.”
But then he gave that grin—a grin she bet had gotten Quinn into, and out of, an awful lot of trouble in his youth—and said, “No way. I bet we can have louder, better sex.”
Her whole body flushed at the thought, completely on board with the idea, but her brain was still engaged enough to recognize that she barely knew this man.
Looking right into her eyes, he let out a bellow like a wounded bull. This was followed by a deep, rumbling, “Oh, Kellie, baby. I have been waiting for this forever.”
She nearly choked on the giggles that erupted.
“Yeah? You like that, don’t you?” he said—loudly—motioning her toward the bed. He sat down, hard, onto the mattress, bouncing the box springs enough to creak.
She jumped on next to him and they alternated bounces, making sounds that she prayed she never really made during sex. Although if sex with Quinn was even half as good as it seemed like it might be, she didn’t care what she sounded like or who would hear her.
“Are you ready for me, baby? Are you ready for this? Do you want this?”
“Oh, yes, Quinn. Give it to me. Let me see that big—” She stopped and stared at him. And looked at his crotch—a totally involuntary action. From what she could tell, he wasn’t completely unaffected by their little game.
And he’d seen her look. Well, the hell with it. What happened in Vegas…
“Give me that big porn star cock, you stud,” she yelled.“Oh my God, yes. Oh, I need lube! You’re bigger than my vibrator.”
Quinn cracked up, rolling over on the mattress, covering his face with the pillow to stifle his laughter.
But then he was back in the game. He turned and grabbed the headboard and began slamming it into the wall at a rate of about a million thrusts per second.
Watching the muscles of his arm work, she couldn’t help but imagine the muscles of his ass and thighs straining to pump into her and figured she probably wouldn’t need lube if the real thing was coming at her even a quarter that hard and fast. Just the idea was making her feel a little slippery.
But as impressive as Quinn was, Kellie wasn’t going to let him be the master of her domain just yet. She stood on the bed and began to bounce, letting out vigorous “unh, unh, unhhhhhs.”
Quinn turned to watch her and said, “Faster, baby, faster.” Then he leaned back against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head, legs stretched out on his side of the bed.
So she jumped faster. And higher. And realized that she had on a skirt, and was jumping up and down right above a hot guy that she barely knew, and he was—yes, he was looking up her skirt. When he wasn’t watching her boobs bounce.
And from the looks of things below his belt, he was enjoying the show.
Recognition caused her to lose her footing. One foot slipped off the bed, and with a cry she flew forward—toward Quinn’s reclining self, landing on him—and coming to rest with her face inches from his.
“Hi,” he said, after he caught his breath.
“Uh, hi.”
There was silence next door.
“Think we impressed your friends with our virility?”
“Oh, yeah.” Kellie was impressed with the hot, hard body beneath hers. Her legs were intertwined with his and his leg pressed against the hem of her skirt. His thigh wasn’t quite all the way between hers, but with a wiggle or two—She froze. The air-conditioning wafted over her slightly sweaty skin, cooling everything that wasn’t touching Quinn.
Her hands rested on his solid shoulders, and he had one palm on her waist and one on the back of her thigh, where her knee was bent outward in that almost-straddle position. She was in a hotel room staring into the mesmerizing eyes of a stranger in a very compromising position. If he wasn’t honorable…or if she wasn’t— And she was beginning to doubt her good-girl status.
He let her go just as she squirmed off him and to her side.
Could you say awkward?
“So. In your romance-land fake boyfriend world, do I roll over and go to sleep now that my caveman requirements have been met or do I pretend to want to cuddle, or what?”
What Happens in Vegas series
14 works, 14 primary works
Link Multi-Author series.
Expected publication: March 14th 2016
by Entangled: Lovestruck
Teri Anne Stanley began her writing career with scientific
articles—followed by a three-ingredient recipe column, but
wasn’t allowed to write sex scenes for them—so now she
writes fun, sexy romance filled love, angst and nekkid parts.
She’s also worked as a fashion designer for female body
builders and a sex therapist for rats. In her spare time, she
is a neuroscience research assistant. Along with a variety
of teenagers and dogs, she and Mr. Stanley live just outside
of Sugartit, which is—honest to God—between Beaverlick,
and Rabbit Hash, Kentucky.
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Kellie was trying to figure out how to politely excuse Quinn for the night without sinking to the floor, wrapping herself around his knees, and begging him to stay and hang out with her when the first sex sounds came through the hotel walls.
They were not soft, gentle gasps of pleasure. No, these were groans and moans worthy of the Haunted Mansion at Disney World.
She was mortified. Here was this nice guy—a complete stranger who had sacrificed his entire evening to do her a favor—and he was trapped in a hotel room listening to people have sex. The fact that it was people she knew made it so much more horrifying.
So, this was weird. What now? “I guess they’re busy enough—you could probably escape, if you want.”
But then he gave that grin—a grin she bet had gotten Quinn into, and out of, an awful lot of trouble in his youth—and said, “No way. I bet we can have louder, better sex.”
Her whole body flushed at the thought, completely on board with the idea, but her brain was still engaged enough to recognize that she barely knew this man.
Looking right into her eyes, he let out a bellow like a wounded bull. This was followed by a deep, rumbling, “Oh, Kellie, baby. I have been waiting for this forever.”
She nearly choked on the giggles that erupted.
“Yeah? You like that, don’t you?” he said—loudly—motioning her toward the bed. He sat down, hard, onto the mattress, bouncing the box springs enough to creak.
She jumped on next to him and they alternated bounces, making sounds that she prayed she never really made during sex. Although if sex with Quinn was even half as good as it seemed like it might be, she didn’t care what she sounded like or who would hear her.
“Are you ready for me, baby? Are you ready for this? Do you want this?”
“Oh, yes, Quinn. Give it to me. Let me see that big—” She stopped and stared at him. And looked at his crotch—a totally involuntary action. From what she could tell, he wasn’t completely unaffected by their little game.
And he’d seen her look. Well, the hell with it. What happened in Vegas…
“Give me that big porn star cock, you stud,” she yelled.“Oh my God, yes. Oh, I need lube! You’re bigger than my vibrator.”
Quinn cracked up, rolling over on the mattress, covering his face with the pillow to stifle his laughter.
But then he was back in the game. He turned and grabbed the headboard and began slamming it into the wall at a rate of about a million thrusts per second.
Watching the muscles of his arm work, she couldn’t help but imagine the muscles of his ass and thighs straining to pump into her and figured she probably wouldn’t need lube if the real thing was coming at her even a quarter that hard and fast. Just the idea was making her feel a little slippery.
But as impressive as Quinn was, Kellie wasn’t going to let him be the master of her domain just yet. She stood on the bed and began to bounce, letting out vigorous “unh, unh, unhhhhhs.”
Quinn turned to watch her and said, “Faster, baby, faster.” Then he leaned back against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head, legs stretched out on his side of the bed.
So she jumped faster. And higher. And realized that she had on a skirt, and was jumping up and down right above a hot guy that she barely knew, and he was—yes, he was looking up her skirt. When he wasn’t watching her boobs bounce.
And from the looks of things below his belt, he was enjoying the show.
Recognition caused her to lose her footing. One foot slipped off the bed, and with a cry she flew forward—toward Quinn’s reclining self, landing on him—and coming to rest with her face inches from his.
“Hi,” he said, after he caught his breath.
“Uh, hi.”
There was silence next door.
“Think we impressed your friends with our virility?”
“Oh, yeah.” Kellie was impressed with the hot, hard body beneath hers. Her legs were intertwined with his and his leg pressed against the hem of her skirt. His thigh wasn’t quite all the way between hers, but with a wiggle or two—She froze. The air-conditioning wafted over her slightly sweaty skin, cooling everything that wasn’t touching Quinn.
Her hands rested on his solid shoulders, and he had one palm on her waist and one on the back of her thigh, where her knee was bent outward in that almost-straddle position. She was in a hotel room staring into the mesmerizing eyes of a stranger in a very compromising position. If he wasn’t honorable…or if she wasn’t— And she was beginning to doubt her good-girl status.
He let her go just as she squirmed off him and to her side.
Could you say awkward?
“So. In your romance-land fake boyfriend world, do I roll over and go to sleep now that my caveman requirements have been met or do I pretend to want to cuddle, or what?”
What Happens in Vegas series
14 works, 14 primary works
Link Multi-Author series.
Expected publication: March 14th 2016
by Entangled: Lovestruck
Teri Anne Stanley began her writing career with scientific
articles—followed by a three-ingredient recipe column, but
wasn’t allowed to write sex scenes for them—so now she
writes fun, sexy romance filled love, angst and nekkid parts.
She’s also worked as a fashion designer for female body
builders and a sex therapist for rats. In her spare time, she
is a neuroscience research assistant. Along with a variety
of teenagers and dogs, she and Mr. Stanley live just outside
of Sugartit, which is—honest to God—between Beaverlick,
and Rabbit Hash, Kentucky.
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