Bully Next Door (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 30,680
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Luck is not on his side.

After a health scare, Hector Carter needs a vacation. He finds a little house in a relaxing small town. His neighbor, though, is a sexy woman he bullied when he was younger.

Following the success of her social media channel, Verity Hill is offered the opportunity to write her very own cookbook—her dream come true. She signs off from the world and relocates to a cute rental next to a very sexy neighbor she’s determined not to like.

He is no longer a bully.

She can’t keep thinking of him as her bully, and when Hector comes to her with a request to teach him how to cook, she can’t deny him. He can’t get her out of his mind, but there’s no way she should want him. Hector finds out about the cursed houses, and he wonders if he should give in and fall for his neighbor or walk away.

Have the cursed houses struck again? Or has their luck in love finally ran out?

Bully Next Door (MF)
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Bully Next Door (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 30,680
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“I don’t stalk her.”

“You watch her in her garden and it’s all innocent.”

“Screw you,” he said, but he was smiling.

He and Sean could do this. They could scream at each other, but they never allowed it to affect their friendship or the way they ran things. They didn’t allow the past to eat at them.

“Verity and I spent most of our time studying. Every now and again, we’d help each other out. We’d have a few laughs, but other than that, nothing. Why? Does she want more?”

“No. She just wanted me to tell you she said hi, and asked how you were doing.”

“What’s going on, Hector?”

He sighed.

Verity would be around in ten minutes to get set up for dinner. So far, that was all they did together. Cook. He didn’t mind. He was happy for any excuse he could get to spend time with her, but in the process, he wanted things to develop.

Around Verity, he lost his edge.

He knew he was a dick to her back in the day, but that guy was long gone. There was no way he was going to hurt her, in any way.

“I … like her,” Hector said, cringing as he spoke it aloud.

“Right, and that’s a problem?”

“How do you … you know, get a woman to realize that you … like her?”

“You tell them? This is just a guess. Since when is the great Hector Carter afraid of women?”

“I’m not afraid of women. I’m just used to them fawning all over me, and well, Verity doesn’t strike me as the begging kind.” He groaned. “Damn it. You know what, I want you to forget this whole conversation. I’m good. We’re good. I’m taking care of myself. I’m learning to cook, and I’m not under any kind of stress.”

There was a knock at the door, letting him know Verity had arrived.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Wait, Hector—”

He hung up, not wanting to have Sean on the phone while Verity was here. When it came to his neighbor, he was selfish and he wanted her all to himself, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

Opening the door, he saw Verity with Cutie in her arms.

“Cutie wanted to come and say hello.”

He held the dog in his arms, kissing the top of her head. Staring at Verity, he noted the wrap dress she wore. It crossed over her full tits and tied at the back. She always looked sexy in every single item she wore.

So beautiful.

Cutie wriggled in his arms, and he leaned down to put her on the floor.

“Are you ready to cook?” she asked.

In his mind, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His cock liked that idea.

This was bad.

“Lead the way.”

He didn’t know what was happening to him, but when it came to Verity, she was really messing with his head. What was worse, she didn’t even know it.

“Did you use the tofu we marinated?” Verity asked.

“No. You told me not to, and I wanted top points off the teach.”

Verity laughed, opening his fridge. He loved how at home she seemed at his place. She hadn’t invited him over to hers, but then, she was teaching him how to cook.

With an apron on, he moved in close beside her, taking a deep inhale.

Vanilla. No matter what she cooked, he always got the scent of vanilla, and she made his mouth water.

With how close he was, Verity kept bumping into him. They had only gotten the ingredients and the few saucepans out, but he just … he didn’t know what came over him, but he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He had to have her.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to do this.” Without any other warning, he cupped her face, tilting her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers.

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