Live for Love by Evie Bennet
Love is a risky game where everyone can win.
Betty’s best friend, the plucky, up-for-anything Emily, tests some new boundaries with her longtime boyfriend, George when they bring in a new play partner. Milo is always up for a good time with no strings attached. Will it work out as they hope?
Private investigator Lorena tries to push away her tall, tattooed suitor as a one-night stand, only to be drawn to his dominant presence and firm hand. Chewy is intrigued with Lorena and is surprised when their fun tryst grows into something more. Will this become something worth saving?
Title: Live for Love
Author: Evie Bennet
Release: May 4, 2020
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Love is a risky game where everyone can win.
Betty’s best friend, the plucky, up-for-anything Emily, tests some new boundaries with her longtime boyfriend, George when they bring in a new play partner. Milo is always up for a good time with no strings attached. Will it work out as they hope?
Private investigator Lorena tries to push away her tall, tattooed suitor as a one-night stand, only to be drawn to his dominant presence and firm hand. Chewy is intrigued with Lorena and is surprised when their fun tryst grows into something more. Will this become something worth saving?
Enjoy a fun, different view of the lives of Betty and Reed’s closest friends.
This book is two complete and separate parts, both with a happily ever after, and contains the perspectives and stories of two different ladies close to the protagonists of the Rattler Romance series, the obsessive and intimate Betty and Reed.
This is book three in the Rattler Romance but can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This fun, two-part contemporary adult romance contains elements of humor, suspense, sensual scenes, ménage and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Excerpt:
“Reed talks about how until he met her, a part of his soul was missing, like their compulsion for each other is everything he needed. The guy’s fucking glowing.”
“That tends to happen when someone starts getting regular orgasms.” I watched some silly love confession play along the screen. “So why do you care if I tell my client she’s happily married and a mechanic?”
“You think that wouldn’t hurt anybody, exposing Betty and Reed?” His arm wrapped around the back of my headrest and he leaned close enough for me to see just the hint of his tattooed neck. “They’re not like the assholes you stake out on a regular basis. They’re not cheating. They’re not lying. They’re newlyweds living out their dreams. But if you take their information to your client, we have it on good authority they’re going to try to take that dream away. I may not know all the details, but her old life was a nightmare, and we do whatever it takes to make sure abusive pieces of shit don’t make this town unsafe. You understand me?”
His knuckles grazed my shoulder as my gut twisted with intuition. “I understand.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Elizabeth Miller ran away.
“Listen,” he urged, pulling me flush against the seat. My knees spread on instinct, my grip releasing on the wheel to reach for my keys. Chewy squeezed me in warning or reassurance. “I’d love to think you’re a hot, smart lady who knows when to do the right thing.”
“Thanks, I think.” I huff-laughed, trying not to notice how exhilarating it felt when he limited how far my lungs could expand. My grip tightened on my keys more for the pressure on my skin than anything threatening. “So what exactly would a hot, smart lady tell her demanding client who’s expecting her to find something?”
“After this, we’re going to your motel.”
“Kinky.”
“Not for that, but I have a feeling you’ll be more than satisfied,” he hummed, nosing into my hair and pinning me hard enough to make me squirm with confusion and need. “I better be.”
He chuckled, almost hugging me.
I wanted him to touch my breasts, to weigh them, to rub my nipples until I soaked my seat.
It wasn’t like he was threatening me. Honestly, it sounded more like bribery. They probably wanted to delete my photos and give me a new story. I could play nice for the sake of some newlyweds feeling a sense of security and give a Rattler an excuse to put his hands on me.
I’d still get my story whether or not Chewy fucked me.
