Sparks Fly by Nicole Douglas

Max Davis wasn’t looking to find a girl like Lacey Griffin when he was driving down a dark deserted road. The little damsel in distress grabbed his attention by the balls and wouldn’t let go. He didn’t come from the best background, had partaken in plenty of shady dealings in the twenty-one years of his life. But seeing her wandering around town alone and scared stirred his protective instincts that up until that moment had been dormant.

After her last relationship ends with her fleeing into the night, Lacey sure as hell isn’t looking for male attention. Especially not from one as mysterious as Max. Sparks ignite almost instantly and judgment, along with good old self preservation, evaporate into thin air as the two get swept up in a whirl of passion and tangled sheets.

What happens when a reformed bad boy trying to put his past behind him and forget his family’s dark legacy meets a sweet girl trying to escape a real life nightmare and cope with the curve-ball life threw at her?

SKU: B07BF574L9 Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Mystery & Suspense Tags: abuse, crime family, Dark Romance, new adult, protective hero

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Nicole Douglas lives in Texas with her husband and son. She is a traveling addict, coffee connoisseur and hopeless romantic. She works full-time during the day and writes romance novels by night (and also on the notepad in her phone when she's at work whenever inspiration strikes).

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Customers come and go. Max walks back up to the counter and orders milk.
“Who the fuck orders milk at a coffee shop?” I hiss at him quietly as I ring up his ridiculous order.
“Jesus. Is that how you talk to customers?”
“If you don’t drink coffee why the hell do you even come here?”
“The ambiance and exceptional customer service.” He winks at me in a clear attempt to annoy me even more than he already has. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a sailor’s vocabulary?”
“No.”
“Well you do.” He gazes up at the menu with his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels.
“Do you want anything else, sir.” I ask, heavy on the sarcasm. Rather than get irritated back Max just lifts his eyebrows suggestively.
“What kind of coffee would you recommend?”
“Coffee?”
“Yeah. Coffee.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“I’m sorry. What?” He scrunches his face in mock confusion. “This is a coffee shop… Right?”
He’s radiating with veiled amusement, proud of himself for getting under my skin. A smile cracks at the corners of my mouth and I fight it. It’s an annoyed type of smile, one you get when something is so ridiculous there’s nothing you can think to say. I definitely don’t want to encourage this childish shit.
“I’m being serious though.” His smile warms, ending the game. “Make me a coffee?”