Titolo: Nice Girl to Love: The Complete Collection
Autore: Violet Duke
Genere: New Adult contemporaneo romance
Trama: The • Nice • Girl n. 1. female of the species who never does anything or anyone bad: Hands-off, she’s a nice girl. 2. the woman that men take home to meet mom: Find my son a ‘nice girl to love.’ SEE ALSO: a good girl; girl scout; Abby Bartlett
This is the complete Nice Girl to Love serial romance collection, which contains: Resisting the Bad Boy (Book One), Falling for the Good Guy (Book Two), and Choosing the Right Man (Book Three).
THE ONE SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE COULD KEEP…
Abby Bartlett is the quintessential nice girl. Between teaching, volunteering, completing her PhD, and helping her best friend raise his daughter, Abby never gets the chance to be anything but nice. That is, until the all-wrong-for-her man she’s only ever known from afar starts daring her to simply take that chance for herself. His sage advice? Try something wild and fast. Preferably him.
An unbridled, hotshot attorney with a not-so-little black book, Connor Sullivan has earned himself quite the bad boy reputation. But in his defense, he’s a very conscientious one. He knows far too well that sometimes in life, love isn’t enough…or worse, not even a factor at all. To avoid that misery–and repel the drama–Connor has a firm ‘nothing over a month’ rule. Who knew a nice girl would be the one to make him want to break all his rules?
THE ONE SHE NEVER HOPED SHE COULD HAVE…
Abby is well aware that everyone thinks she’s in love with her best friend Brian. He is, after all, the type of man a nice girl should be with—the polar opposite of the bad boy—the kind of guy who didn’t let his wife’s decade-long illness stop him from showering her with a lifetime of love every second until her dying day. But everyone’s wrong; she couldn’t possibly be in love with him. Because she’s never once allowed herself that option.
It’s taken a while but Brian has finally come to terms with surviving the woman he spent half his life loving, a third of it losing. Truth is though, he wouldn’t have ‘survived’ any of it really had it not been for Abby—sweet, incredible Abby—the woman he’s never once had to picture his life without, never realized he couldn’t truly live without. Until now. Now that he’s finally able to love her the way she deserves, the way he knows she wants to be loved…by his brother. Who’s giving him exactly one chance to speak now or forever hold his peace.
A DECISION SHE NEVER DREAMED SHE’D HAVE TO MAKE…
And now it’s up to Abby to decide between the bad boy wanting to start a life with her and the good guy fighting for the life they’ve already built.
This is the complete Nice Girl to Love serial romance collection, which contains: Resisting the Bad Boy (Book One), Falling for the Good Guy (Book Two), and Choosing the Right Man (Book Three).
THE ONE SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE COULD KEEP…
Abby Bartlett is the quintessential nice girl. Between teaching, volunteering, completing her PhD, and helping her best friend raise his daughter, Abby never gets the chance to be anything but nice. That is, until the all-wrong-for-her man she’s only ever known from afar starts daring her to simply take that chance for herself. His sage advice? Try something wild and fast. Preferably him.
An unbridled, hotshot attorney with a not-so-little black book, Connor Sullivan has earned himself quite the bad boy reputation. But in his defense, he’s a very conscientious one. He knows far too well that sometimes in life, love isn’t enough…or worse, not even a factor at all. To avoid that misery–and repel the drama–Connor has a firm ‘nothing over a month’ rule. Who knew a nice girl would be the one to make him want to break all his rules?
THE ONE SHE NEVER HOPED SHE COULD HAVE…
Abby is well aware that everyone thinks she’s in love with her best friend Brian. He is, after all, the type of man a nice girl should be with—the polar opposite of the bad boy—the kind of guy who didn’t let his wife’s decade-long illness stop him from showering her with a lifetime of love every second until her dying day. But everyone’s wrong; she couldn’t possibly be in love with him. Because she’s never once allowed herself that option.
It’s taken a while but Brian has finally come to terms with surviving the woman he spent half his life loving, a third of it losing. Truth is though, he wouldn’t have ‘survived’ any of it really had it not been for Abby—sweet, incredible Abby—the woman he’s never once had to picture his life without, never realized he couldn’t truly live without. Until now. Now that he’s finally able to love her the way she deserves, the way he knows she wants to be loved…by his brother. Who’s giving him exactly one chance to speak now or forever hold his peace.
A DECISION SHE NEVER DREAMED SHE’D HAVE TO MAKE…
And now it’s up to Abby to decide between the bad boy wanting to start a life with her and the good guy fighting for the life they’ve already built.
Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education who is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romance novels. Besides writing and feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, she can often be found tackling reno projects with her power tools and trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first, or cooking ‘special edition’ dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. Violet lives in Hawai’i with her two cute kids and similarly adorable husband.#1
Abby went mute as she felt Brian’s tongue lash across
her skin, sensitizing the nerves to levels beyond pleasure.
If he didn’t stop, there was a good chance she’d pull
the towel he was wearing right off.
“Do you want me to take it off?” he asked, his words
tickling her skin.
Yes. “No,” she stammered, unable
to take her eyes off the portion of the towel that was tucked at his
hipbone. Just one good tug—
“I was talking about the ice, sweetheart. But if you have other things in mind…”
Ice? What
ice? “Oh! Ow.” The burning of the ice at her ankle finally
filtered through to her brain. “Yes,
actually, can you take it off? I’m a
wuss when it comes to icing my injuries.”
Brian quickly pulled off the ice and rewrapped her
ankle before resuming his massage. “So
back to the other things you wanted me to take off,” he teased.
Okay, seriously?
It was a really good thing the man had never flirted with her before
because she was certain she’d never have survived it, especially not when his
hands were kneading her muscles into butter.
“You’re impossible,” she complained thickly, though it
came out more like a purr. His massages
should be illegal for how good they felt.
She blinked slowly at him and started wondering idly
what was so wrong with him losing the towel.
A fuzzy smile drifted across her face.
“Damn, you’re going to fall asleep on me aren’t
you?” Brian’s voice floated over her
hair softly as he pressed a smiling kiss to her forehead. “Go ahead and rest, sweetheart. You had a pretty eventful afternoon.”
With that, he stood and walked over to the linen
closet for some clothes.
Shame.
He was heartbreakingly handsome. Always had been. But ever since he’d gone back to coaching
afterschool to supplement his teaching income, he’d gotten even burlier from
the added lifting sessions before practice.
It was almost unfair. Superhuman,
really. His build was now more
impressive than the average underwear model’s physique—a standard issue
Sullivan trait it seemed—though every other aspect of him remained far gentler
and way more mellow than Connor.
She’d never thought of mellow as being the new
sexy. But it so was.
And nice was the new hot. With two T’s.
Hearing Brian’s soft chuckles echoing in the room, she
realized she must have said the last couple of sentences out loud.
“I think you’re ‘nice with two T’s’ too, Abby,”
he whispered before kissing her on the cheek.
“Sweet dreams, honey.”#2
Connor leaned back,
stuffed, and frankly surprised at how good of a time he was having simply
talking with Abby. “Doesn’t sound like
you have that much time for yourself.
What do you do for fun?”
She got up to grab
them another two beers from the kitchen.
“Honestly, I’m a homebody. Never
got into the nightlife scene here. Plus,
by the time I was twenty-one, I was basically babysitting Skylar all day every
weekend, and nearly all my weeknights.
Since that pretty much carried on clear until last year, I guess my idea
of fun is hanging out with her. Lame, I
know.”
He felt like he was
talking to a martian. He hadn’t realized
she’d spent even more time babysitting Skylar than he had. And he knew for a fact—from Brian’s
complaints about it—that she hadn’t taken a single cent from them for
babysitting.
For God’s sakes, she
was just so nice.
“So you don’t do
anything just for yourself? Just for
fun?”
“Well, I have been
privately executing my mission to learn how to cook the most beloved dishes
from every country in the world,” she returned with a smile. “That’s fun.”
It was possible baby
bluebirds helped her get dressed in the morning.
She was just that
sweet.
“You’re driving me
crazy.” He swept an arm around her waist
and lifted her right up onto his lap.
“Connor!”
He slid a hand into
her hair, rubbed a thumb over her heated cheekbone as he brought his lips to
within inches of hers. “I shouldn’t want
you this much. You’re everything I’m not,
and I’m everything you couldn’t possibly want.
I know I should leave you alone, but I just can’t. I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”
Her breathing had
grown so erratic, he was actually starting to get concerned. “Say something, sweetheart. I’m baring my soul here.”
“I shouldn’t want
you either,” she whispered, “but I do.”
His arms locked
around her, instinctively staking a claim on her. Mine.
For now.
The two words were
his only anchor keeping him in the reality he maintained for himself. He had to be brutally honest with her, with
them both. “I meant what I said earlier,
Abby. I’m never going to break my
one-month rule.” Feeling like the lowest
piece of scum, he hammered that last nail in, “Not for anyone. Not even you.”
She was silent for a
long while, and Connor started preparing himself for the rejection to come.
“I know our fifteen
minutes of friendship are up but can I ask you something as a friend? Will you answer me as one?”
He tensed. “I’ll try.”
She chuckled. “Again with the copout.” Raising her warm doe eyes up to his, she
asked quietly, “If you weren’t trying to get in my pants, if you were just my
friend and I asked you what one thing I could do to stop being ‘a nice girl’
for just a little while, what advice would you give me?”
That was easy. “I’d tell you to try something new. Something that excites you. Something that’ll take you from zero to sixty
just as fast as it could take you back to zero whenever you were ready to
return.”
“Something wild and
fast...” She loosened her death grip on
his shoulders, slid her hands down his back slowly. “That’s good advice.”
He saw her gaze
travel down to his lips and it took everything he had not to kiss her right
then and there.
“Are you volunteering,
Connor? To be that something wild and
fast for me to try?”
“No,” he replied
raggedly, “I’m insisting.
Requiring.” He dropped his
forehead against hers. “Asking.”
Her eyelids dipped
down, veiling her reaction from him.
And so he waited.
“I can’t do a whole
month with you.”
He blinked in
surprise. That, he hadn’t been
expecting. “Why not?!”
“It’s too long.”
Well, he did ask.
A touch indignant,
he argued, “You said you don’t do one night stands. Now you’re saying a month is too long?” He knew he was getting overly worked up but
he couldn’t help it, she was being irrational.
His brain started firing on all pistons, every combat cell in his body
taking a front seat like they always did when he was about to do battle in the
courtroom. “Or is it just one month with
me that’s too long?”
She flinched.
He felt thoroughly
insulted.
“It’s not how you’re
making it. Being with you would be
like…ice cream. The most decadent ice
cream I could ever imagine. I’d be
hooked after the first bite. And if I
didn’t discipline myself, I’d...overindulge.”
“Until it made you
sick?” He wasn’t really good with
metaphors.
A smiled peeked
through. “No, until it was all I’d want
to eat, all day, every day.”
What the hell was
wrong with that? “And if you overindulge
on the ice cream…”
“I’d be in a sugar
coma, incapable of doing or thinking of anything else. But you.”
Call him a bastard
but hearing that felt good.
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