Exclusive Excerpt: Drive Me Wild by Julie Kriss!

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Drive Me Wild by Julie Kriss
Series: Riggs Brothers #1
Published by Self Published on 1/19/18
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 186
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A bad boy. A good girl. A second chance that could send them both up in flames.

Emily was a cop's daughter, and I was the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. At eighteen, our affair was wild and completely secret. Until she left town for college and a better life, and I hit the road to nowhere.
Eight years later, we're both back in town. My father is in prison; Emily is selflessly helping her sister. We should be farther apart than we've ever been. But I've never been able to resist temptation, especially when that temptation is Emily.
I shouldn't go near her. But I do.
She shouldn't say yes. But she does.
Our chemistry is hotter than ever, but she's hiding something from me. Just like I'm hiding something from her. It's hard to tell whose secrets are more dangerous, until it all goes to hell.
I can save her - and she can save me. But we'll have to break the rules.
We're from different worlds. We don't belong together.
But in the end, Emily and I are going to have to get dirty.

The Riggs Brothers Series:
Drive Me Wild (Book 1)
Take Me Down (Book 2)
Work Me Up (Book 3)
Make Me Beg (Book 4)

I recently discovered Julie Kriss when I read her latest release Filthy Rich, and I fell in love with her writing style. She’s an author that I can’t wait to read more of. Today, she’s having a sale on the first two books in her Riggs Brothers Series AND we have an exclusive excerpt for her book DRIVE ME WILD (the first standalone in the series)!

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Excerpt

When Luke shut the door behind us, he turned on me. “Jesus, Emily,” he said. “I’m trying to do something fucking nice here.”
We were in a small office, furnished with only a desk, covered in papers, and a chair. There wasn’t even a computer on the desk. “I know,” I said to him. “I shouldn’t have said that. There’s something seriously wrong with me.”
He watched me with narrowed eyes, like he suspected a trap.
For some reason, that was the worst thing—that he looked at me like that. No matter what drama I inflicted on him, Luke usually looked at me with quiet amusement, lazy indifference, or flat-out lust. Not like he thought I was going to kick him in the nuts without warning.
“I’m stressed out,” I said. “I’m back in Westlake because I have no job and nowhere else to be. My last job was an internship that paid peanuts. I’m literally living in my childhood bedroom, sleeping in a single bed, with my parents in the bedroom next door—and I’m twenty-six. There’s something wrong with Lauren, and she won’t talk to me about it. I’ve spent two days in a hair salon, trying to figure out Lauren’s business and inhaling hair spray. I’m getting rides because my car is fucked and I have no money to fix it. And apparently I’ve decided to take all of it out on you.”
He crossed his arms. He was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. God help me, Luke Riggs in a black T-shirt and jeans was the best thing I’d seen in seven long, sworn-off-men months, though I hated to admit it. “That it?” he said, his voice still curt. “Are you done?”
“Dumping on you?” I said. “I hope so. I mean, I know you have your own problems, because you’re running a business all of a sudden and your dad is in prison. And on top of all that, you’re trying to do something nice for me.”
“Trying,” he said with a poker face.
“I’ll pay you,” I said.
“Do not fucking pay me.”
I ignored him and pulled out my wallet. I knew I had exactly one hundred dollars in it, mostly in fives and tens—money I had planned to buy groceries with, since I was mooching my parents’ food. Instead I pulled out the bills and put them on the desk.
Luke looked at the bills, his dark eyes swiftly counting them. “A hundred bucks?”
“It’s a down payment.”
Now he sounded like he was getting mad again. “Christ, have you always been this stubborn? I’m trying to remember, but all I can recall is you moaning in my ear.”
“I do not moan,” I said.
His eyebrows went up, because that was a flat-out lie and we both knew it. With him, I had moaned. A lot. In fact, we’d never argued at eighteen—we’d only fucked. We had the same thought at the same time, and for a second the room was silent, the temperature between us going up and up.
“How long since you swore off men, Parker?” he said.
For a second I thought he was psychic, but then I remembered he’d heard me tell Ed MacGregor this at the gas station.
“Or was that a line?” Luke said.
“It wasn’t a line,” I snapped.
“Then how long?”
“Seven months.” Because apparently I was an idiot who answered all of Luke’s personal questions.
He shook his head in pity. “Seven months without dick. I know you, Em. You can barely go seven days.”
“That isn’t true.” It had only been true with him, which I would not admit under pain of torture right now. “I get along just fine, believe me. I’m much happier. I don’t need dick, as you put it.”
His voice went down a notch. “It always sounds dirtier when you say it.”

About the Author

Julie loves reading and writing hot, sexy romances with awesome alpha heroes. Her favorite things are books, coffee, her perfect cat, and her husband, not necessarily in that order. She’s a writing addict who is always hard at work on her next steamy romance.

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