Dirty Talker
Series: Single Dads Club #2
Author: Piper Rayne
Genre: Romantic Comedy 18+
Release Date: June 12, 2017
Cover Credit
Model: Zack Salaun
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Designer: RBA Designs
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Designer: RBA Designs
Blurb
Turn-ons…
Party girls.
Platinum blondes.
Zero expectations.
Platinum blondes.
Zero expectations.
I used to think that if you could combine all three into one female, you’d have the perfect woman. The other guys in the Single Dads Club razz me for wearing the crown of the forever bachelor. The one who’ll be in his seventies chasing down young hotties in his wheelchair.
Then why the hell does Ava Pearson—an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who screams stability and responsibility—seem to be the only woman on my mind lately?
Especially when I’ve got enough obligations without adding any complications to the mix—my son, my bar…well, that’s about it. But that’s enough for a guy like me.
It’s the cupcakes. It’s gotta be the cupcakes she bakes that keep me coming back for more. After all, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right? Well, it’s apparently a direct target to his dick, too.
Did I forget to mention that she’s my buddy’s daughter…another member’s daughter?
Ava might say she can handle being friends-with-benefits, but I’m not sure she can. Unfortunately for her, I’m too selfish of a prick to care—until I do.
Excerpt
I slide in and search for any sign of the spunky brunette who’s always on my case. She’s nowhere to be found, so I tiptoe further back, noticing to my dismay the cupcake case empty.
A thud echoes throughout the quiet space. “Fuck!” There’s some more grumbling I can’t make out and then, “Where the hell is it? Stupid, Ava, so stupid. Why did you ever think you could do this?”
I should let her know I’m here.
“Hello? Yes. This is Ava Pearson from Mad Batter.” Another pause. “My power just went out. Yeah. I don’t know where a fuse box is.” The flashlight moves and shines right past me.
You’re being a dick. Let her know you’re here and help her my inner self keeps repeating.
I click the green button on my phone again.
“Ugh. Hold on a second.” The lighted phone pulls away from her face, she presses ignore. “Ugh, asshole.” Then places it back to her cheek. “Sorry, where would I find the fuse box?”
“My guess is back in the storage room,” I say.
She jumps so far back, she trips over something and falls, her phone scattering along the floor.
I bend down and pick it up.
“Ma’am. Ma’am.” Frank’s never sounded so scared.
“Hey, Frank. It’s Dane. No, I got it no need for the fire department to come down. Yeah, I saw from across the street. We’ll call back if we need you guys. Yeah, see you on Trivia night.”
I click the red button and turn on the flashlight on her phone.
She’s getting to her feet, brushing off her ass after tripping on a bag of flour.
“Here.” I hold my hand out for her, but she refuses to take it.
“I’m fine. Knocking would be the polite thing to do.” She blocks the light from the flashlight with her arm and I lower it a little.
“Well, I’m an asshole so you shouldn’t expect much.” I shrug, taking her phone with me into the storage room.
“You don’t have to help me. I’m sure the fire department would be willing.” She rambles as she follows me.
“They should be available for actual fires.”
“I imagine fires are like crimes in this town—almost nonexistent.”
I turn around, flashing the light toward my face so she can see me. “You’d be wrong then. Forest fires.” I tap my head and all I hear is her huff.
“You think you’re so smart.”
She’s embarrassed, I get it, so I don’t rub in the fact I am fucking smart.
“Would you rather me not know how to fix your breaker?”
She hems and haws for a second. “I don’t understand. I was in the middle of making a huge batch of frosting and then total darkness.”
“Was that your way of asking me for help?” I open up the box, purposely not touching any of the breakers.
“I didn’t know I had to ask, since you took upon yourself to sneak into my shop, scare the crap out of me and then walk to the storage room.”
“And I haven’t even told you to keep your doors locked when you’re closed yet. But usually, people say please and thank you when they need a favor.” I give her a wide, condescending smile just to piss her off a little more.
“I’m not most people.”
I nod. “Agreed, but I have to believe that Vic taught you manners.”
“Seriously, you have my hands tied and you’re going to play this game?”
I step closer to her, the firmness of her breasts now pushing against my chest. Damn, she feels good and I don’t even have a hand on her.
“I can tie you up and play games if you like.” I raise a brow.
“Ugh. No. I’m not interested in your games.”
She says no with those plump lips of hers, but it doesn’t escape me that she’s still pressed up against me.
“I thought we played pretty nice together. No?”
All I’m able to hear in the darkness is her unsteady breathing—in and out as though it’s a struggle.
“I really need to finish this cake so that I can maybe get three hours sleep tonight.” Her voice is so low and tense. She’s stressed and I’m only adding to that state.
“Say please and it’s yours.”
“Please, Dane.” She even includes my name and by some small miracle, she didn’t even use a sarcastic tone.
I click the button and the lights flicker on. Her eyes widen and a genuine smile tugs at her mouth like I just pulled her up on my horse and rode us away from the monsters.
That smile could be addicting.
If you were a different type of guy.
What Others Sre Saying
“Sexy, Sweet, & Scrumptious!” ~ Dani from Dani’s Book Review Blog
“This book was hilarious and hot! Ava and Dane's story is everything I hoped it would be!” ~ Mary from Smut Your Mouth
“Dane has totally stolen my Heart!” ~ Elizabeth from White Hot Reads
Climax Cove's resident bad boy is about to meet his match with the town's feisty new bakery owner.
Dane's motto has alway been love 'em, leave 'em, and never settle down. Between his son and running the bar he doesn't have time for relationships. Really, he's got a great life what more could he ask for?
Ava can't believe she is opening her own bakery, with the support of her father and best friends she is excited for this new adventure. The only problem is has now is her one night stand that she's been avoiding is right across the street.
When Dane learns that the person that makes the killer cupcakes is the same person he can't get off his mind, he'll do what ever it takes to get his hands on her and her 'crack'-cakes.
What was supposed to be friends with benefits quickly morphs into something more profound causing Dane to run.
So when tragedy strikes, can Dane finally admit his feelings before it's too late? Or will it be too little too late?
Dang! Who knew there were so many layer to sexy single dad Dane? There is so much going on behind the fun loving mask he always wears, making you want to reach out to hug and kiss him. Sure he's cocky, arrogant, and sexy as hell but he's also got a heart of gold.
Be warned ladies, just when you think you can't swoon any more, Dane will up the ante. And panties don't stand a chance when Dane is near.
Oh Ava, you smart, talented, strong, independent woman! You are my hero with your ability to stand up for yourself, makes the most delicious confections, all while keeping Dane on his toes. A woman that gives as good as she gets, how could you not want to be best friends with her?
Dirty Talker is a fun, witty, enchanting book that will have you laughing out loud, crying, swooning, and craving cupcakes. When you pick up this delicious book you won't want to put it down even after you've finished it.
I love the dynamic between Dane and Ava. Ava never stood a chance again Dane's sultry smile, groin cleavage, and sex pack. Dane may say he's addicted to Ava's baked goods, it's her heart that really draws him in. And their banter is off the charts.
I love Dane's commitment to Toby. The fact that he would move heaven and earth for him is completely heartwarming. At a time when he could have bolted and never looked back, he stood up and took raising Toby as a single dad without question.
So if you are looking for a read that has a handsome single dad hero, feisty strong willed heroine, and a storyline that will enrapture you from start to finish, then look no further than Dirty Talker.
I highly recommend you read any and all Piper Rayne books, but if you only pick one then let it be Dirty Talker! Because the sexiness will leave you flushed, the love will leave you contented, and the desserts will leave you craving sweets.
Author Bio
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?
We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it.
What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.
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