Title: Bossy Brothers: Jesse
(#1 of Bossy Brothers)
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication date: June 24th, 2019
Photo: Sara Eirew
Thirteen years before Emma Dumas bought me in a bachelor auction to teach me a lesson she stole my heart down on Key West. I fell so hard for this girl I made all the promises. Only with Emma, I really meant them.
And then I disappeared.
But it wasn’t my fault. Let’s just call my reason “Family Business”. I’d tell you what that business is, but then I’d have to kill you. Just kidding. I can’t tell you what my family business is because it’s so secret, even I don’t know.
My point is… I didn’t ghost. It was a weird twist of circumstances. And OK, yes. I did hook up with pretty much every girl on the island that week. But after I met Emma, I was ruined. She’s the only one I wanted.
It’s been thirteen years. I’m a changed man. I STILL want her. I have ALWAYS wanted her.
But it’s kind of hard to tell her that with a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head.
Bossy Brothers: Jesse features a bachelor auction gone wrong, four smart ladies who botch a crazy revenge kidnapping, a fancy power dream date with fast cars, private jets, and expensive yachts, lots of ex-sex, and a happily ever after that proves… sometimes the best man for the job is a woman.
Excerpt . . .
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“What’s it look like?”
“It looks like you’re parking at a Tastee-Freez.”
“Nothing gets by you, does it, Emma?”
“Why are you taking me to a Tastee-Freez?”
“Usually people come here for ice cream.”
I just blink at him.
“You don’t like ice cream?”
“Everyone likes ice cream.”
“Exactly,” he says, grinning like a foolish, charming bastard. Which makes no sense at all, but wow. I’d forgotten about that smile and how disarming it is. He looks at me. “Come on,” he says. “It’s a date, right? You paid ten million dollars for this date and now you’re going to complain when I do something date-y?”
This wasn’t part of the plan. The plan was:
Drive up to his lake house.
Wait for the girls to show up.
Take him over to our lake house.
Tie him up.
Make him regret all his asshole decisions thirteen years ago.
Probably gloat too. Little bit of, “Look at me, so rich and powerful now. And you dumped me, you dumbass. But oh, hey. I’m too good for you now. You could’ve had all this and now you’ve got nothing. Sucks to be you.”
Which is all pretty childish because he’s Jesse Boston. He could get any girl he wants. Just look at how they fell all over him tonight at the auction.
Ten. Million. Fucking. Dollars.
I feel sick. Literally, I feel sick. It’s not that we can’t afford the ten mil. It’s just… that was not the plan. This asshole isn’t worth ten million. What the hell were all those women thinking?
And us. What the hell were we thinking? This is all Hannah’s fault. I’m gonna kill her later.
No revenge plan is worth ten million dollars.
And now he wants to have ice cream with me.
“So?” Jesse says.
“Are we gonna get out of the car? Or are we going to sit here all night?”
“I’m not really in the mood for ice cream,” I say.
He grins at me again. Oh. God. Why is he so damn hot? It’s not fair. “See, that’s the best part about ice cream. You don’t have to be in the mood for it. In fact, eating it when you’re not in the mood is the best part. Because it puts you in the mood.”
And then he does one of those little eyebrow waggles.
I squint at him. “Are you coming on to me?”
“Was that innuendo?”
He frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I point to his forehead. “You waggled at me when you said ice cream puts you in the mood.”
“I didn’t waggle at you.”
I huff. “Dude, you totally did.”
“OK, whatever. If you say I did, then I did. But no. It wasn’t innuendo. Ice cream is like… that’s just what people eat when they’re stressed, ya know?”
I just stare at him.
“God, for a woman who paid ten million dollars for me, you sure are a tough crowd.”
“I know how much I paid for you,” I snap. “Stop reminding me.”
“OK,” he says, holding up a hand. “Would you like me to take you home? Should we just… end this?”
I huff. “I paid ten million dollars for you. I’m getting my date.”
He stares at me. No. He glares at me. “Then get your fucking ass out of my car and order a motherfucking ice cream.”
And then he gets out, not even waiting for me. Just gets out, slams the door, and walks up to the Tastee-Freez and gets in line.
“Rude,” I mumble.
Giveaway . . .
About the Author . . .
Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.
She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
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