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Title: Bad For You
Author: Christi Barth
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 3rd
Bad For Her Synopsis:USA Today bestselling author Christi Barth launches a sexy new series about three bad-boy brothers in Witness Protection who are about to learn that going good is harder than they thought… Doctor Mollie Vickers loves the tight-knit community of her tiny Oregon town. But she’s not a fan of the limited dating options. Sleep with a guy who tried to copy off her in junior high? Pass. Mollie’s sex life is flatlining… until a deliciously handsome man she’s never seen before stops to help her fix a flat tire. As an ex-mobster, Rafe Maguire’s no saint. But he’s trying to turn over a new leaf. Although he probably shouldn’t kiss the hot doctor on the side of the highway. Or suggest a no-strings fling with a woman he has no business pursuing. Rafe’s life is too complicated for love—his new WITSEC-provided identity doesn’t fit him at all and there’s a U.S. Marshal watching his every move. He can’t tell Mollie the truth… but their chemistry is scorching and being good doesn’t mean he can’t be a little bad. Mollie can’t resist the guy who looks rough, talks tough, and is loyal to the bone. But it’s obvious Rafe is keeping secrets. When the truth comes out, Mollie must decide if she could ever love an ex-mobster… or if this bad boy has truly gone good.
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About the Author:Christi Barth earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage. A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning. Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes award-winning contemporary romance, including the Naked Men and Aisle Bound series. Christi can always be found whipping up gourmet meals (for fun, honest!) or with her nose in a book. She lives in Maryland with the best husband in the world.
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“Let’s be clear—when we have sex, it’ll take a while. Because I plan to take my time. Drawing a connecting line with my tongue between each of your freckles. Giving you ample opportunity to decide if you prefer clockwise or counterclockwise circles on your nipples. Discovering what pushes you over the line from panting to moaning. It’ll be a whole-night deal. One that’ll probably pick up again before the sun breaches the horizon.” He pushed back the starched lapels of her lab coat.
“Is that so?” Mollie never knew she liked dirty talk. Now she knew. For sure. Or, at least, she knew that when Rafe did it, every nerve in her body came to attention and waved, frantically, in a silent plea for him to continue. Count that as her self-actualization for the day.
Rafe didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His mouth was full, clamped on to her breast over her scrub top. Using only his teeth, he bit down on her nipple just hard enough to make her toes tighten. At the same time, he used his hand to squeeze the other breast. The combination of the hard pinch and the firm but soft pressure rolled her eyes back in her head. Fully clothed goodness. Oh-so-goodness.
Ten minutes. Ten little minutes. Technically, just long enough to run to the bathroom, grab another jelly donut, and gulp down a coffee. Not an exorbitant or irresponsible amount of time at all. Plus, she’d finished with Olivia in record time. That ought to give her at least seven extra minutes? To balance being a good doctor against resolving too many months of sexual frustration?
Damn it, she’d rationalize—or not—later. Because right now, Rafe was untying the knot holding her pants up.
“I like the way you move against me. I’ll like it even more when we’re naked.”
“Agreed.” Although Mollie hadn’t even noticed the undulation of her hips until Rafe pointed it out. The motion had been an unconscious reflex. Cause and effect from his burning, knowing touch.
He curved his fingers into a claw shape and lightly raked them down her satin panties. This time, Mollie was very conscious of rocking her hips forward to meet him. To get more pressure to relieve the skyrocketing ache between her legs.
Instead, Rafe scraped lightly again. Which was teasing and wonderful and utterly insufficient. Mollie threaded her fingers through his thick hair, trying to pull him closer. All it did was pull a chuckle out of him. “Trust me, babe. I’ll get you there.”
“Oh, I do. I most definitely do.” She might not know . . . well, much of anything about the dark-haired man with his hands down her pants. But Mollie did, one hundred percent trust that Rafe knew his way around a woman’s body. That he knew it as libidinously as she knew it anatomically.