A WESLEY BROTHERS NOVEL
I’m finished with all my paperwork and other closing duties by the time two a.m. rolls around and the last guest leaves the restaurant. I rushed through everything, hoping Nora would show up like she said she would, but it's closer to three a.m. now, and she still hasn’t shown. So much for my high hopes tonight. I guess she changed her mind. Nikolas left about fifteen minutes ago, so I’m the last one here. No point in staying, I suppose.
I’m behind the bar top, my back to the door, putting away a few things before heading out when I hear the front doors open. I got sidetracked and never went to lock them after Nik left.
“We’re closed,” I yell out, putting the last liquor bottle in my hands on the bottom shelf and turning around. But it’s not some random stranger looking back at me.
My heart beats way past its usual pace, threatening to leap from my chest, and that’s when I realize just how much this girl affects me. I didn’t realize how disappointed I was that she didn’t show until she finally did.
“Hi.” It’s all she says, with a nervous smile, unable to look me in the eyes. She’s unsure if coming was the right idea or not, I can tell, but it is, and I’m determined to prove it to her.
“Hey,” I reply to her one-word greeting with my own, as I make my way back around to the front of the bar. She looks nervous as I walk in her direction, but I don’t head straight to her. I step in behind her and lock the door, flipping off the lights in the main dining room so only the emergency lights cast a glow over us. I turn around to face her even though she still has her back to me.
I walk up and stand behind her, my chest almost flush with her back, close enough she can feel my breath on the back of her neck. She’ s wearing another tank top, like when we first met, only this one’s pink and doing nothing to hide her arousal at my closeness. Her nipples are peaked and hard, straining against her bra and soft cotton fabric. Without moving the rest of my body, I lift my hands and run my fingers down each of her arms, starting at her shoulders and stopping somewhere near her wrists. In the dim bar lighting, I can see the goose bumps popping up on her flesh and I can hear her breathing speed up. She may be nervous, but she’s turned on.
So am I.
I walk around to her side and take her hand in mine, and start leading her out toward the patio door onto the enclosed waterfront deck. The security windows are already pulled down and locked, and the shades are already covering the windows, so it’s dark when we walk in. I stop at the control panel and turn on a few of the lights so I can see her. I want to be able to see her. To watch her fall apart underneath me. I direct her ahead of me, straight to the corner spot at the bar she sat in the night we met. The night I jokingly told her I wanted to do naughty things to her in this very spot.
Only, it wasn’t a joke. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was a promise, and I intend to make good on it right now.
cade: a wesley brothers novel (book 1)
Cade Wesley has everything he could ever want.
His own thriving bar.
A house on the beach.
Money in his bank account.
His pick of women whenever he wants.
But he’s been so busy lately that he hasn’t had a warm body in his bed in far too long. All that is about to change.
When Nora Jensen walks into Cade’s Tavern, it’s lust at first sight.
In town on business with the freedom to cut loose, why shouldn’t she take a chance on the handsome bartender and indulge in her first ever one-night stand?
Of course, things are never quite that easy...
SLOAN - (A WESLEY BROTHERS NOVEL #2)
Sloan Wesley is single again.
Coming out of a long-term relationship, he’s not looking for anything serious. So, when a sexy woman with long legs and lavender-tinted hair strolls into his law office, his only thought is how fast he can get her under him.
Being the personal assistant to a professional baseball player has its rewards. Aside from being around gorgeous men in tight pants, Elizabeth Vaughn's job is to keep her client's life running smoothly. But a routine errand to drop off papers for her boss's new attorney turns out to be anything but routine.
Getting involved with each other has ‘bad idea’ written all over it, but they won’t let a little thing like that dissuade them. After all, two grown adults can have a no-strings attached relationship. Right?
Of course, things are never quite that easy…
“The view is killer from up here.”
“It sure is.” The rougher tone of his voice sends chills racing across my body and I venture a peek over to see his face. He’s looking right at me, his comment about the view obviously not having the same meaning as the way I meant it. His hand dips low on my hip, turning me until I’m facing him and his other hand reaches up to the brim of my cap. He tips it up and back, slipping it off my head and threading my ponytail out of the hole. The cap is suddenly gone, both hands now sliding up to grip the sides of my cheeks. The skin of his hands feels rough and masculine, despite the fact he works as an attorney. But I don’t have time to focus on his hands anymore as he lowers his face to mine, close enough that I can feel his breath flutter over my lips. But he doesn’t make contact. It’s torturous.
“You have beautiful eyes.”
“I could say the same about you.” My voice is breathy and low, and he quirks his lips up at the compliment. Finally—finally—he leans in and his lips touch mine. They’re firm yet soft; like they’ve been each time I’ve had the pleasure of kissing them. It starts off languid, slow, more explorative, but still full of passion and promise. It doesn’t stay that way for long before there’s a shift in intensity. We can’t get enough. Our tongues taste and caress each other, our breathing becomes labored. He nips and sucks my lip, kissing away the sting after. It’s a mix of sweet and ravenous, and I’m very disappointed when he pulls away from me. I’m horny and wet, and dammit I want his lips back, among various other parts of his anatomy.
“We should get out of here. Head on over to my place, if you want.” It’s a statement more than a question, but to be honest, I’m fine where I am. I don’t think I could make it back to his place fast enough anyway.
“Or,” I start, pulling his face back towards mine, “we could finish what we started. Right here. Right now.”
Asher (A WESLEY BROTHERS NOVEL #3)
Asher Wesley doesn't do serious relationships.
Playful, charming, and downright dirty, Ash is all about having fun in his personal life while building his professional career. He’s young, successful, and not in the market to be tied down. Why look for happily ever after when he can have happy right now? And, as a general rule, he never mixes business with pleasure.
Kara Mitchell is down on her luck, but thanks to her best friend, she's got a new job to help her get back on her feet. There’s only one problem. She didn’t count on how sexy her new boss would be. But nothing good can come from messing around with the man who signs your paychecks, so Kara resolves to stay clear of her irresistible boss. No matter the temptation, office romances are off-limits.
Of course, things are never quite that easy...
“I don’t want you to go.”
The last part of my sentence comes out with more lust in it than I intend. I’m so close to her, I’m sure she can feel the heat of my breath on her neck. I can’t seem to care.
Her head turns toward me, her body following, brushing against me since I apparently don’t have the common courtesy to allow her more room. She flicks her gaze up to mine, her hazel green eyes focusing on my blue ones. “You don’t?”
Fuck, I want to kiss her so bad right now.
But I can’t. So, I don’t.
I hold her gaze. “No. And as much as I really want you to take Kendra’s advice, I think it’s a bad idea. Working together will only complicate things even more, don’t you think?”
Please disagree with me.
Her gaze drops from my face, her focus more on my chest when she says, “Okay. You’re probably right.”
I don’t want to be right.
“It would complicate things.” Her eyes flick back up to mine. I don’t know if she’s saying it for my benefit or hers.
“It would.” My eyes flick down to her lips. Fuck, I want to taste them, suck the plump flesh in between my teeth and nibble it.
She swipes her tongue across her bottom lip and I’m a goner. Fuck willpower. Who needs it? As I lean forward, about to make a horrible—yet oh, so wonderful—decision, the phone rings, breaking the silence. I stop, my eyes not leaving hers which are still focused on mine.
“I’d better get that,” she breathes out.
“Yeah, okay.” It takes a second before I push off the door with my hand and step back, finally allowing her the room she needs to turn and open the door. But before she can get to her desk to answer the phone, I ask, “Kara, you’re not quitting, right?”
She turns her gaze towards me.
“I don’t want you to quit.” I tell her, my heart still rapidly beating.
“Then I’ll stay.” She turns and grabs the phone, greeting the caller in a calm, clear voice.
Needing a minute to myself, I close my office door again, and lean my forehead against the cool, wooden surface with a thud.
This may be harder than I thought.
nikolas (A WESLEY BROTHERS NOVEL #4)
Nikolas Wesley is on the cusp of greatness.
He’s always had one goal in life: to become a professional hockey player. It requires skill and dedication, so for years Nik has done nothing but eat, sleep, and breathe hockey. It's worth it. Stepping onto the ice makes his heart race, his blood pump full throttle through his veins, and his adrenaline spike out of control. There's nothing else like it.
Or so he thought.
Natalia Bennett has always been just one of the guys. Growing up an only child with a male best friend and his three brothers firmly cemented her in the friend zone with Nik. Yes, he's attractive, athletic, and one of the greatest guys you'll ever meet. But lines can't be crossed without consequences and some things are better left untouched.
Of course, things are never quite that easy…
Admittedly, I’ve crushed on her in the past. I’d have to be crazy not to. But the risk of losing our friendship put a quick stop to those feelings. It doesn’t mean that I still don’t realize how beautiful she is, or how her personality shines like a beacon, drawing you into her world.
And completely off limits. All this family stuff with my brothers finding love has me all screwed up. Nat is the one I’m with, so it makes sense that I’d fixate on her. It’s natural, right?
Before I can convince myself that I sound stupid, Nat comes back out of the bathroom, fully dressed.
“All yours.” Her smile beams wide at me, and I return it. She looks fantastic. She’s wearing a white sundress with black swirly designs all over it. It’s sleeveless, highlighting the fit arms she’s been working for every time we hit the gym together back home. The skirt of the dress hits just above her knees and the strappy matching sandals she’s wearing wind their way around her ankles.
“You look beautiful.” The words tumble out of my mouth, like they can’t wait for her to hear them.
A blush stains her cheeks. “Thank you.”
Not knowing what else to say, I stand and grab my clothes and toiletries from my bag on the other luggage rack and slip into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I deposit my stuff on the counter and head to the shower, reaching in and turning on the water before adjusting the temperature.
This is what I need. A few minutes to pull myself together and set things right in my mind. I’ll shower, get dressed, and then head out on the town with my friend.
I’d do well to remember that.
Except, when I turn around—hanging on the hook on the back of the bathroom door—is a bra. A pink silk one with black lace embellishments that mold to the cups that fit snugly around her breasts.
Just fucking great.