Meet The Beckett Boys. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next…
A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA
HUDSON
I’ve never seen the need to get serious with a woman. I pride myself on keeping things simple -- a quick encounter that lasts a night or two, nothing more.
No attachment, no fuss, no stress.
And then she walks through the door of Fugitives. When we first lock eyes, I feel a stirring deep inside me. Dark impulses. Intense sexual arousal. I’ve never had such a carnal reaction to a woman before. I feel drunk, intoxicated, tugged toward her in a way I’ve never even remotely experienced. I want to possess her.
But even more confusing, even more unusual, is the protectiveness I feel. She screams innocence. And this town has its fair share of wolves. I should know— I’m one of them.
MARISSA
Hudson Beckett is gorgeous. Absolute perfection. Firm jawline, blazing green eyes, lips that could drive you crazy and melt your body. .
I don’t know why, but I want to be with him. Badly. I’m drawn to him. Way more than I should be.
He’s so confident and self-assured -- he both intimidates and arouses me.
Hudson is dangerous, all wrong for me, but I ache for him.
What he does to me when we’re together is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The way he touches me, the way he tastes me.
But if he wants me so badly, why is everything between us a secret?
Is this really just a game for him? It seems like more than that, but then again, he is a Beckett Boy.
And everyone tells me they’re good for nothing but heartbreak….
A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA
HUDSON
I’ve never seen the need to get serious with a woman. I pride myself on keeping things simple -- a quick encounter that lasts a night or two, nothing more.
No attachment, no fuss, no stress.
And then she walks through the door of Fugitives. When we first lock eyes, I feel a stirring deep inside me. Dark impulses. Intense sexual arousal. I’ve never had such a carnal reaction to a woman before. I feel drunk, intoxicated, tugged toward her in a way I’ve never even remotely experienced. I want to possess her.
But even more confusing, even more unusual, is the protectiveness I feel. She screams innocence. And this town has its fair share of wolves. I should know— I’m one of them.
MARISSA
Hudson Beckett is gorgeous. Absolute perfection. Firm jawline, blazing green eyes, lips that could drive you crazy and melt your body. .
I don’t know why, but I want to be with him. Badly. I’m drawn to him. Way more than I should be.
He’s so confident and self-assured -- he both intimidates and arouses me.
Hudson is dangerous, all wrong for me, but I ache for him.
What he does to me when we’re together is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The way he touches me, the way he tastes me.
But if he wants me so badly, why is everything between us a secret?
Is this really just a game for him? It seems like more than that, but then again, he is a Beckett Boy.
And everyone tells me they’re good for nothing but heartbreak….
