Excerpt
Tits. There are tits in my room. Really fucking nice ones.
I’m so distracted by their unexpected appearance—any red- blooded man with working testicles would be—that I don’t take in their owner right away. And all the other equally amazing shit that’s going on. The sexy brunette has one foot propped on my bed, her hands paused on her calf where she’s been applying lotion, before I so rudely interrupted her by walking into my own room.
A gruff bark from Southpaw prompts me to double check the door. But I do it fast—we’re in the right place—because as I mentioned, there’s a really fucking nice pair of tits in my room. Sue me for wanting to memorize the shape and color of her tight, rosy nipples before she screams and covers herself.
Which she doesn’t exactly seem inclined to do. “Can we help you?” Up until now, a big waterfall of dark hair has been hiding the woman’s face from me. But at my greeting, she tosses that thick mane back…and reveals features that accomplish the impossible. It nudges her tits into second place for most incredible body part in the room.
Hearing male voices approach in the hallway, I kick the door shut, surprised by the fact that I already don’t want anyone else looking at her. “You going to tell me why you’re in my room, woman? Or just stand there looking hot?”
FOLLOW
He wants her soul. Too bad she already sold it.
Family is everything to gambling den darling, Teresa Valentini. Blood comes first, especially before men. So when her brother lands himself in hot water, she’s willing to do whatever it takes to save him. And showing up topless in her unwitting savior’s motel room is turning out to be the furthest thing from a hardship…
Will Caruso is the bad boy of New York’s financial scene…and he just found out the very thing that drives his success is a damn lie. Now, he’s exchanged his high-stress life for the open road, no one but his Great Dane…and half a million Instagram followers to keep him company. When a mysterious beauty arrives, her secrecy prods his suspicions, even while she tempts his lust to the breaking point.
Teresa met Will under false pretenses, but the bond consuming them is real. They’re strong enough to overcome a little betrayal…aren’t they?
Review
Tessa and her hot sexy scene’s, damn I think I need some lessons… Tessa you feel like giving some writing lessons?
In all seriousness Tessa hit her first self-published book out of the park. Followed is this sexy crazy mob story that only Tessa could write. Its not like anything she’s written before.
What would you do for family? Would you sell your soul to the devil just to free your brother? That is what Teresa has to decide. With her parents deceased she is the oldest in the family and feel like it is her duty to safe her little brother at any cost. That means she will do something she really doesn’t want to, to get him out of a jam he lands himself in.
So how do you use your body without actually giving it away. That is something else Teresa must do just to protect herself. There are some lines she just doesn’t want to cross even when she finds herself in the company of a man she wants with every fiber of her soul.
Will is a wealthy man, who’s on a mission to give his pup the road trip of his life, and in the process piss off his “dad” who’s a crime boss, the man he’s never really known except on occasions when he wanted to come around. From the beginning Will knows something is off with Teresa but he can’t figure out what. He knows as soon as she says her last name, yet he wants to see where she’ll take this. Plus he thinks she’s sexy as hell. Granted he finds her naked in his hotel room.
Can the lies Teresa must tell Will to free her brother end their budding relationship or can the attraction and friendship they have survive? Follow, Will and Teresa in their journey, as you join Tessa in this steamy ride she created.
“Here we are.”
My face heats over being caught even imagining such things. We’re at my door and I have no recollection of entering the motel. Come on, Teresa. Stop letting this guy get to you so bad. “Right.” I fish for the key card in my pocket, but cease all movement when Will brushes his fingertips down my arm, then trails them back up. Slow. And all the while, he invades my space, eliminating inches at such a leisurely pace that I’m panting by the time our mouths are a breath apart.
“What are you going to do when I close this door behind you, Teresa?” He grazes my bottom lip with his teeth, making me gasp. “You going to get undressed in front of the air conditioner, thinking it might cool you down after teasing my cock for over an hour in the bar? It won’t. I give you five minutes before you’re face down in bed, riding your own fingers.”
My knees threaten to buckle. “That’s my business.”
“Make it mine.”
Mayday. Mayday. “Will—”
He stops my admonishment with a drugging kiss, his tongue stroking in and out of my mouth. His hands grip my elbows, lifting me up on my toes in desperate degrees, meshing our bodies, our lips, until I’m moaning, letting him have rough intercourse with my mouth. Just when I’m on the verge of giving in and begging him to take me up against the door, he steps back, eyes glittering, wiping away the moisture on his mouth with a wrist swipe. “I’ll be out on the balcony. If you’re going to finger yourself in my honor, I want to listen.”
About Tessa Bailey 
Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention. She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of ten years and six-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.
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