Out
Now—Unconventional by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #bdsm #spanking #romance
Blurb:
Penny was caught out in the wrong place, at
the wrong time. As a recently graduated law student, the brush with the law
could put an end to her career before it’s even begun. But thanks to her lawyer
daddy’s contacts, she’s been given a second chance. A chance to redeem herself
and make her stupid behavior go away.
Which is how she ends up working in a soup
kitchen, preparing and serving meals to those who are having a rough time of
it. She’s not keen on the idea, and when she meets Maddox, the guy in charge,
she’s even less keen. A tall, skinny, mad-haired, tattooed guy, Maddox is the
sort of person Penny would normally cross the road to avoid. But once she gets
to know him, she starts to see things differently. He’s had a checkered past
himself, and has now put it behind him and enjoys a glittering, prosperous
career as a top chef.
Maddox may have unconventional looks, but
Penny quickly grows to like him, and, much to her surprise, finds herself
attracted to him. He’s a lot older than her, and their lives are at completely
different stages, but in spite of this, there’s an undeniable connection
between them.
When Maddox makes Penny an unconventional
offer, will she have the courage to take him up on it? And if she does, where
will it lead?
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*****
Excerpt:
From the very second I laid eyes on him, it
was clear he was unconventional. If I’m being truthful, I thought he looked
like a complete nutter—someone I’d probably cross the road to avoid. Even in
the daytime. He was tall and skinny, with a shock of black hair—still apparent
under his hairnet—and pale skin. Kind of like Edward Scissorhands.
Only—mercifully—without the scissors for hands part. A vine-looking tattoo
began at his left wrist, worked its way up his arm, then snaked beneath the
sleeve of his T-shirt…to who knew where?
Oddly, even though I mentally kicked myself
for thinking it, I found myself wanting to find out. Did it stop at his upper
arm, his shoulder? Did it continue over his back, his chest, twine its way
around a pectoral, sneaking in toward the nipple? Or even farther south,
perhaps?
Even if you took Mr. Unusual out of the
equation, there was nothing normal about the situation I found myself in. After
all, what recent graduate of law school finds themselves volunteering in a soup
kitchen? A recent graduate who lost her head—and heart—over a bad boy, that’s
who.
Most people seem to think that those who
study law are smart. Super smart, actually. There’s a reason for that—folks who
study law are smart. If they pass all the exams, that is. And I did—with
distinction. Which makes me clever on paper, I suppose, but apparently lacking
in common sense, or perhaps I just have severely poor judgment. Or both.
However you want to look at it, I fucked
up. Big time. I fell for the wrong guy, trusted him, and ended up caught up in
something that got me arrested.
It could have been the end of my law
career. Before it had even started, and after all those years of education—not
to mention a rather large chunk of my parents’ cash. Fortunately, they’ve got
plenty of it, due to my daddy’s successful career. He works in law, too, which,
luckily for me, means he’s got friends in high places.
So it was less voluntary work, more
community service. Otherwise known as
do-this-or-you’ll-get-a-criminal-record-and-kiss-your-career-goodbye.
Fixing my potential glittering career in my
mind, I took a deep breath and crossed the industrial-looking kitchen, heading
toward him. He looked utterly at home chopping carrots—he was like one of those
chefs you see on the telly, his hand and the knife he gripped moving so fast
they were almost a blur. I cringed at the thought of trying such a thing. Never
mind the end of my career, it’d be the end of my fingers.
Approaching cautiously—I didn’t want to
startle him and cause a horrific accident—I waited until he’d finished his
carrot before speaking. “Um, hi.”
Turning quickly, still with his knife in
his hand, he smiled. “Ah, hello. You must be Penny.”
For a moment, I was so caught up in his
eyes that I couldn’t reply. Fortunately, I managed to get a grip before I was
the one who was a nutter. “Um, yes, that’s right. I’m here to help out.”
As though suddenly realizing he still held
the knife, he glanced at it in his hand, then quickly put it down on the
counter. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to greet you with a blade! I’m so used to using
the things that it’s like they’re an extension of my arm.”
Hmm,
so maybe he’s Edward Knifehands. I suppressed a
shudder.
Those stunning eyes—such an unnatural yet
beautiful blue—twinkling, he held out his now empty hand. “I’m Maddox Black.
Pleased to meet you. And very pleased to have you here.”
We shook. As we did so, the heat that had
sparked inside me when we’d made eye contact began to intensify.
Christ,
no, Penny. You just ditched one bad boy. The last thing you need to do is swap
him for another one.
*****
Author
Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She
owns Erotica For All, and is one
eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out
more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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