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A Real Man Vol. 6 by Jenika Snow
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Book 13: Mine
That one word has never meant so much.
JANA
Ballet was my life, but after getting injured, that dream faded. I still needed fast money, so I sucked up my pride and decided to strip.
Clubs could use a virgin stripper, right?
But from the moment I saw Cole Savage, owner of the strip club I was trying to get in to, all rational thought left me.
He was dark and dangerous, and his personality screamed arrogance.
I wanted him, and by the way he looked at me, I knew he wanted me as well.
But I should keep it strictly business. That’s what I told myself anyway.
COLE
From the moment I first saw Jana, I wanted her. She needed a job at my club, but the possessive side of me rose up, demanding she was only mine. I might have just met her, but I was already so damn territorial of her.
If she wanted a job, I’d give her one, but she’d be keeping her clothes on.
I’d been celibate for years, but it was time to change that with her..
Jana would soon realize what it meant to be mine.
Warning: This is a short story featuring an over-the-top possessive hero who makes no secret that the heroine is his. It’s got dirty dancing, raunchy scenes, but is safe and has the Happily Ever After that comes with reading a Real Man story.
That one word has never meant so much.
JANA
Ballet was my life, but after getting injured, that dream faded. I still needed fast money, so I sucked up my pride and decided to strip.
Clubs could use a virgin stripper, right?
But from the moment I saw Cole Savage, owner of the strip club I was trying to get in to, all rational thought left me.
He was dark and dangerous, and his personality screamed arrogance.
I wanted him, and by the way he looked at me, I knew he wanted me as well.
But I should keep it strictly business. That’s what I told myself anyway.
COLE
From the moment I first saw Jana, I wanted her. She needed a job at my club, but the possessive side of me rose up, demanding she was only mine. I might have just met her, but I was already so damn territorial of her.
If she wanted a job, I’d give her one, but she’d be keeping her clothes on.
I’d been celibate for years, but it was time to change that with her..
Jana would soon realize what it meant to be mine.
Warning: This is a short story featuring an over-the-top possessive hero who makes no secret that the heroine is his. It’s got dirty dancing, raunchy scenes, but is safe and has the Happily Ever After that comes with reading a Real Man story.
Book 14: Alpha Male
LAYLA
For the last two years Lachlan has been my personal bodyguard. Although I don’t feel in danger and don’t need someone constantly watching me, because it’s Lachlan, I can’t help but feel safe.
I love him.
He is big and strong, with training that makes him deadly. Anyone who is stupid enough to cross him learns that swiftly.
But I’m too afraid to tell him how much I want him. I’m too afraid to tell him that I crave him.
LACHLAN
I was hired to be her bodyguard, to make sure she was safe because her father is a senator. But even if her father hadn’t hired me, I wouldn’t have been able to leave her alone.
I love her, want her as mine, and I need to show Layla that she was meant for me.
I need to show her that if anyone looks at her, speaks to her, or thinks they have a right to touch her, I’ll lay them out and not think twice.
She is my world, and no one but me will have her.
I’m done waiting. It’s time I make Layla mine.
Warning: Have a neck brace on hand because this story will give you whiplash.. It’s short and to the point, but that’s how we like them. It’s not lacking in the heat department, has an over-the-top alpha hero, and a sweet virgin heroine. No worries, though; you get a safe read with a Happily Ever After and some baby making in the process.
LAYLA
For the last two years Lachlan has been my personal bodyguard. Although I don’t feel in danger and don’t need someone constantly watching me, because it’s Lachlan, I can’t help but feel safe.
I love him.
He is big and strong, with training that makes him deadly. Anyone who is stupid enough to cross him learns that swiftly.
But I’m too afraid to tell him how much I want him. I’m too afraid to tell him that I crave him.
LACHLAN
I was hired to be her bodyguard, to make sure she was safe because her father is a senator. But even if her father hadn’t hired me, I wouldn’t have been able to leave her alone.
I love her, want her as mine, and I need to show Layla that she was meant for me.
I need to show her that if anyone looks at her, speaks to her, or thinks they have a right to touch her, I’ll lay them out and not think twice.
She is my world, and no one but me will have her.
I’m done waiting. It’s time I make Layla mine.
Warning: Have a neck brace on hand because this story will give you whiplash.. It’s short and to the point, but that’s how we like them. It’s not lacking in the heat department, has an over-the-top alpha hero, and a sweet virgin heroine. No worries, though; you get a safe read with a Happily Ever After and some baby making in the process.
Book 15: Animal
Being bad never felt so good.
RYE
I'd been called bad, dangerous … a criminal. And I didn't deny it. Everyone knew it, especially the one woman I wanted but couldn't have.
I should've stayed away, should've left her alone. Jessa was the daughter of my business partner, too young for me, too innocent.
But I wanted her in the worst of ways, and no amount of self-control could keep me from her.
I wanted to claim every part of her, make her know what it was like to have a real man between her thighs.
And I’d have her.
JESSA
He was older than me, dangerous, masculine in the best of ways. I saw how he watched me, the looks he gave me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.
Rye wanted me, even if he'd never do anything about it.
I was just the virgin daughter of his business partner, not someone he'd ever get involved with. But that didn't stop me from lusting after him, from picturing his big body over mine, his hands touching me until I cried out for more.
But I was tired of waiting. I would make the first move, and damn the consequences.
Warning: The hero of this story might seem like the “bad guy,” but no fears because it’s a safe read, there isn’t any OW drama, and he only has eyes for one woman. It’s a hot and dirty story, short and to the point, and exactly what you’ve come to expect in the Real Man series.
Being bad never felt so good.
RYE
I'd been called bad, dangerous … a criminal. And I didn't deny it. Everyone knew it, especially the one woman I wanted but couldn't have.
I should've stayed away, should've left her alone. Jessa was the daughter of my business partner, too young for me, too innocent.
But I wanted her in the worst of ways, and no amount of self-control could keep me from her.
I wanted to claim every part of her, make her know what it was like to have a real man between her thighs.
And I’d have her.
JESSA
He was older than me, dangerous, masculine in the best of ways. I saw how he watched me, the looks he gave me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.
Rye wanted me, even if he'd never do anything about it.
I was just the virgin daughter of his business partner, not someone he'd ever get involved with. But that didn't stop me from lusting after him, from picturing his big body over mine, his hands touching me until I cried out for more.
But I was tired of waiting. I would make the first move, and damn the consequences.
Warning: The hero of this story might seem like the “bad guy,” but no fears because it’s a safe read, there isn’t any OW drama, and he only has eyes for one woman. It’s a hot and dirty story, short and to the point, and exactly what you’ve come to expect in the Real Man series.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.
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Animal by Jenika Snow
Being bad never felt so good.
RYE
I'd been called bad, dangerous ... a criminal. And I didn't deny it. Everyone knew it, especially the one woman I wanted but couldn't have.
I should've stayed away, should've left her alone. Jessa was the daughter of my business partner, too young for me, too innocent.
But I wanted her in the worst of ways, and no amount of self-control could keep me from her.
I wanted to claim every part of her, make her know what it was like to have a real man between her thighs.
And I’d have her.
JESSA
He was older than me, dangerous, masculine in the best of ways. I saw the way he watched me, the looks he gave me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.
Rye wanted me, even if he'd never do anything about it.
I was just the virgin daughter of his business partner, not someone he'd ever get involved with. But that didn't stop me from lusting after him, from picturing his big body over mine, his hands touching me until I cried out for more.
But I was tired of waiting. I would make the first move, and damn the consequences.
He was older than me, dangerous, masculine in the best of ways. I saw the way he watched me, the looks he gave me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.
Rye wanted me, even if he'd never do anything about it.
I was just the virgin daughter of his business partner, not someone he'd ever get involved with. But that didn't stop me from lusting after him, from picturing his big body over mine, his hands touching me until I cried out for more.
But I was tired of waiting. I would make the first move, and damn the consequences.
Warning: The hero of this story might seem like the “bad guy,” but no fears because it’s a safe read, there isn’t any OW drama, and he only has eyes for one woman. It’s a hot and dirty story, short and to the point, and exactly what you’ve come to expect in the Real Man series.
Jessa
I'd known him nearly my whole life.
My father's business associate, the man who put fear in everyone just by looking at them.
Now here he was, sitting at our dining room table, the cigar in his mouth causing a cloud of smoke to fill the small room. He had a square-cut glass of bourbon in front of him, and although my father was speaking to him about the business, Rye watched me.
Rye Jaxon.
Even the sound of his name did something to me. He might've been a business partner with my father, their illegal dealings bringing in loads of money, so much they couldn't even count it, but Rye was the muscle of the two.
He was big and strong, muscular and tall. He was a beast and he put fear in people. All somebody had to do was look at him and they knew their place. They took in his size and knew to give him a wide girth.
“Jess, sweetheart, I need you to go to your room for a minute.”
Although I was nineteen and knew the illegal operations my father and Rye did in order to make money, my father still wanted to protect me. Maybe he was naïve in thinking I didn't know what he really did, how he sold drugs and guns, how he did underground business to make a living.
But I knew all of it, heard all the rumors. I’d even seen some of it go down.
I stood up but kept my focus on Rye. My father was speaking to him about something, but Rye had his attention right on me.
He lifted up his glass and took a long drink of liquor, his gaze locked on mine over the rim of the cup. I felt my body heat rise, but suddenly chill at the same time, goosebumps forming along my flesh.
I'd known him nearly my whole life.
My father's business associate, the man who put fear in everyone just by looking at them.
Now here he was, sitting at our dining room table, the cigar in his mouth causing a cloud of smoke to fill the small room. He had a square-cut glass of bourbon in front of him, and although my father was speaking to him about the business, Rye watched me.
Rye Jaxon.
Even the sound of his name did something to me. He might've been a business partner with my father, their illegal dealings bringing in loads of money, so much they couldn't even count it, but Rye was the muscle of the two.
He was big and strong, muscular and tall. He was a beast and he put fear in people. All somebody had to do was look at him and they knew their place. They took in his size and knew to give him a wide girth.
“Jess, sweetheart, I need you to go to your room for a minute.”
Although I was nineteen and knew the illegal operations my father and Rye did in order to make money, my father still wanted to protect me. Maybe he was naïve in thinking I didn't know what he really did, how he sold drugs and guns, how he did underground business to make a living.
But I knew all of it, heard all the rumors. I’d even seen some of it go down.
I stood up but kept my focus on Rye. My father was speaking to him about something, but Rye had his attention right on me.
He lifted up his glass and took a long drink of liquor, his gaze locked on mine over the rim of the cup. I felt my body heat rise, but suddenly chill at the same time, goosebumps forming along my flesh.
I shouldn't want him—not just because he was my father's business associate, not because he was older than me, but because he was dangerous.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.
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