Excerpt Reveal - Royally Bad by Nora Flite!

Royally Bad, a sexy new standalone from Nora Flite is coming April 1st!!!

Title: Royally Bad

Series: Bad Boy Royals #1

Author: Nora Flite

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 1, 2017

Synopsis

Getting close to an arrogant bad boy like him is dangerous. Too bad it’s her only choice.

Kain Badd looks great on paper: rich, handsome, and he’s even a prince. But after spending a few minutes together, Sammy sees the real him—arrogant, possessive, and too hot for his own good. If she hadn’t agreed to help plan his sister’s wedding, she could have avoided him. Instead, she’s waking up in his bed after an unforgettable night she definitely wants to forget. But he won’t let her.

When Sammy thinks her life can’t get any crazier, the wedding is raided by the police, and she spends her first-ever night in jail. The irresistible Kain isn’t just bad in name—his family is connected to a dangerous underworld. Now she’s mixed up in a power struggle between his family’s empire and their rivals. She has no choice but to put herself back in this filthy prince’s extremely capable hands.

Sammy must trust Kain to keep her safe. She’s just not sure she can trust herself to resist temptation.

Excerpt

Did you move in or something? He’d snuck up on me, his arms folded over his gray jacket. He looked oddly clean and crisp in such fancy clothes.  

 In one hand, he held two champagne flutes. We were alone in the kitchen. That fact sat heavy in my belly. Gripping the counter behind me, I said, Your sister needed the help. Careful. 

 He stepped closer, his eyes never straying from my face. Once you start with her, she’ll never stop asking you to do things. Helplessly, I measured the distance between us. I was trapped in my corner; he’d corralled me so easily. 

 I like helping people. I have something you could help with. Something pretty big. Flushing, I bounced my attention down to his zipper. I didn’t mean to, it was as if his gritty voice had taken hold of my neck and guided me down. 

 And his smile said he’d seen me do it. I cleared my throat. You’re a big boy, you can help yourself. Oh, I do. And I will. His foot came down, the shiny shoe transfixing me the closer he got. I’ll jerk this cock off to thoughts of you, sweetheart. 

 Especially to the memory of how you felt in my arms earlier. My muscles were useless. All I could do was squeeze the counter harder. Fine. Go do that. Tch. 

 His chuckle caressed between my legs. You can pretend all you want, but I know I got to you, too. That’s why you’ve been avoiding me all day. I was busy with your sister, I argued. And after that I was planning to go home. 

 But you didn’t. His lips were only a foot away. How had he gotten into my personal space so smoothly? When I spoke, it was a whisper. I was just about to, you interrupted me. 

 Let’s get some honesty going. His arm came forward. I flinched, expecting him to touch me—he put one of the glasses next to me on the counter. You want me. I can tell how badly you want me. And you also want nothing to do with me.  

 That last part is definitely true. Grinning, he bent against the counter. You’re not looking for some long-term baby-making plans with me, right Fuck, I was so red. You want to never see me again Fine. 

 His low tone flooded my ears, making me dizzy. Get me out of your system. Fuck me, sweet thing. Fuck me and forget me. Cupping my chin, he leaned his weight into me. I bent, I crumbled, and I let my facade crack. 

 Kain was too tempting. I wanted to know how his smirk would feel on me, how his quick tongue would taste. He was right. I wanted him. Kain stared me down. I kept wondering when he was going to kiss me. 

 Stepping back, he nudged the champagne into my hand. On impulse, I took it. Drink, he explained, Then come find me in the garden. There was nothing else to be said, apparently, because he walked out of sight. Sliding down to the floor, I hugged the glass. 

 He’d left me a total mess and he'd barely touched me. Staring into the golden drink, I watched the bubbles pop. Some floated to the top, others clung to the glass as if trying to hold off their fate. 

 Which was I A fighter . . . or a bubble that wanted to be popped Putting the glass to my lips, I sipped. Champagne had never tasted so much like sin. 

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About Author

A USA Today Bestselling Author, Nora Flite lives in SoCal where the weather is warm and she doesn't have to shovel snow--something she never grew to love in her tiny home-state of Rhode Island. 

All of her romances involve passionate, filthy, and slightly obsessive heroes--because those are clearly the best kind! She's always been a writer, and you'll probably have to pry her keyboard/pen/magical future writing device out of her cold, dead fingers before she'll stop. 

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