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530 pages, ebook
First published August 13, 2013

"[Ren] might not be a member of the Hot Bunch, but he was a full-blooded Italian hot guy member of a crime family. So I was thinking his rabid alpha behavior either equaled or rivaled any member of the Hot Bunch, including Luke, who, in my opinion, was totally OTT."
"How many times do I have to tell you? We're fuck buddies, Zano."
He shook his head again, his thumb sweeping across my cheek and his face getting so close to mine, his lips nearly brushing my own.
"No baby, we're not. I've had fuck buddies, Ally. And not one of them looked like you look when I slide inside you, every fucking time I slide inside you. Like a piece of you has been lost and now it's found."
"No way was that shit happening with me. Some over-the-top macho guy forcing his way into my life, taking it over and bossing me around?
Unh-unh.
I didn't care if it came with regular orgasms. That shit was not for me."
"That body's mine and I don't want it filled with bullets and tossed in the Platte. So, for the hundredth fuckin' time, babe, it IS my business."
"For God's sake, yes!" I yelled. "We're making it official!"
Hank looked to the ceiling.
Lee looked to his boots.
"Explains why apartments are exploding," Luke commented. "A Rock Chick has set her sights on a hapless male."
"We leave her in your care, you better take that seriously."
"Are you kidding me?" I yelled before Ren could say a word, and Lee looked at me.
"Ally, I'm your brother. Do you think I wouldn't say "I'm thirty-two, not sixteen," I retorted.
"You'll always be sixteen to me."
"It's both cool and hot, this gig of your wanting to protect me and stick up for me. But I just want yo make it clear right now, honey, that you don't get to make and carry through decisions about my life without discussing them with me. And just to be crystal clear, discussing is a courtesy I extend to you. My life is my life, and in the end I made the decisions."
"Okay, why'd you do this?"
"Because you got your ass on radar for that guy and… since your ass is my ass, I protect that ass, both proactively and retrospectively. I do that by gathering any and all information on anyone who might be involved, even unintentionally, in threatening that ass."
"[These] romances are the best kind ever… Real… But they're about more. They're about love of all kinds. They're about family. Family of all kinds…"





















Because it wasn’t perfect, none of it. But it was a fairytale. And people needed to believe in fairytales. Even flawed ones. Maybe especially flawed ones. And they needed to believe always.
Badass and brave runs in the family. And as far as I’m concerned, I got those genes. It’s just that no one agrees with me.
“Anyone who would feel that badly about being mean and care so deeply about another human being’s fucked up life I knew was the woman for me. You gave me a run for my money, and once I stopped finding it a pain in my ass and started enjoying it, I did nothing but. I enjoyed every fuckin’ second, Ally. And every fuckin’ second I’ve never doubted how I was feeling. And just to be clear, how I was feeling, every day through this game we’ve been playing, was that I was falling deeper in love with you.”
“You do know you aren’t bullshitting me. There is no semi-sweet Ally. She’s pure honey all the way through.” I slid my fingers along the dark stubble at his jaw and whispered, “Don’t tell anybody.” “Baby, your secret’s safe with me.”
“So, I want a stay-at-home mom and you give me a badass PI. You accepted a wiseguy and got whatever I am. We’re a fuckin’ pair.”
“You really love me,” I whispered.
“Do not ever doubt it,” he whispered back.
“How did that happen?” I kept whispering.
“You accepted my devotion to the Bears only dishin’ out minimal shit.”
“I’m not a maximum contact sleeper, Ally. You are.”
“Never held a woman all night in my arms in my life… until you.”
“Baby, you take your clothes off right now, you do it to this song, for me. My guess, those four posts’ll hold. If you break the bed, I don’t give a fuck.”
“Bullshit, baby. I get you breathy and tell you I want your mouth, you’ll suck my cock deep so fast I won’t be able to blink.”
When you’re a kid and a girl, dads had superpowers. They could heal any hurt, usually with a word said just like that one. Or, if shit was extreme, if he added a hug, it would all go away. My dad’s superpowers were finely honed. But they didn’t extend to this kind of healing.
“I love what I do. I’m going to love doing it for a living. But the thing I love most is that you always believed in me.” Darius held my eyes a beat before he looked down to the seat. When he lifted his eyes again, I took in a hissed breath at the unconcealed pain there.
“And I love it that you always believed in me,” he whispered.
“Not with you, with you, like, in the field. I’m gonna be Shirleen to your Lee.”
“Oh no, child,” Shirleen entered the conversation. “You got a choice spot here. You don’t move some old desk into it, slap a computer on the top and say ‘I’m in business.’ You gotta send the right message. And that message is you ain’t Rockford. You’re Allyson Nightingale, a fine piece of badass ass with class who can take care of biz-nezz.”










“How many times do I have to tell you? We’re fuck buddies, Zano.”This back and fourth Ally/Ren drama took up a decent bit of the first 20-30%. It drove me a little crazy. Ally worked my patience at the beginning. Once that was done and over with, it’s safe to say that I LOVED this book!
He shook his head again, his thumb sweeping across my cheek and his face getting so close to mine, his lips nearly brushed my own.
“No, baby , we are not. I’ve had fuck buddies, Ally. And not one of them looked like you look when I slide inside you, every fucking time I slide inside you. Like a piece of you has been lost and now it’s found.”
Oh crap.
I probably looked just like that
Guys don’t do the mall
“You seem to have an aversion to the mall.”
His answer to that was, “Do I have a dick?”
I felt my lips curl up and I replied , “Yes, baby. You have a dick.”
“Then, yeah. I got an aversion to the mall.”
Tex is always hilarious!
“Yo, Tex. Whats up?” His eyes moved over my hair then back to me and he noted, “I think sex in a public place is illegal.” “Thats only a problem if you get caught.” I returned.
“This, the Ally Nightingale Life Philosophy,” he muttered on a low boom.
Truth ;)
“My people are Italian, loud and fuckin’ crazy,” Ren whispered to me. “And still, your people beat mine by a mile.”
“Go clean up. That went fast. I wanna eat you and fuck you again before you learn how to bypass security systems.”The SWEET
My man got close to my back and his mouth came to my ear where he said quietly, “Hurry this shit up, baby, ‘cause what you got last night after I watched you slide down a pole upside down while straddling it is gonna be nothin’ to what I give you tonight watchin’ you be badass.”
I turned and glared up at him. “Don’t turn me on while I’m working, Zano.”
His lips quirked.
“Jesus,” Mace muttered.
“You’re just saying that so I’ll kiss you,” I replied.
“No. I’m sayin ’ it ‘cause it’s true. Though, I’m also sayin’ it so you’ll kiss me. But mostly I’m sayin’ it so you’ll fuck me.”
“Do you love me, Ally?” he asked in his sweet voice.
I stared into his eyes. I drew in a breath.
Then I answered, “Yes, Ren. I love you.”
I absolutely adore these Nightingale brothers...
He put his lips to my ear and said, “He hurts you, I’ll fuck him up.”
Loved my big brother.
“People mean something. Memories mean something. Things mean nothing.”
“You’re not a badass with me. You’ve let me into that place in you that you don’t give anybody. So you don’t put up that shield to hold me back when shit’s important. You’re you. You’re Ally. And I’m Ren.”
“Take me as I am.”







“It wasn’t perfect, none of
it.
But it was a fairytale.
And people needed to believe in
fairytales. Even flawed ones.
Maybe especially flawed ones.








"...sometimes way exciting, sometimes hilarious, sometimes not a small amount of insane— but the end was always good. The guy got his girl, the girl got her guy, and everyone was happy."

"I knew I’d found it. Something big, bold, bountiful and amazing. Something that wasn’t about meatloaf and missionary sex."
"Indy may be their foundation, Daisy and Shirleen the emotional support. But you’re the backbone."








I was a Rock Chick. I had a lot of friends. I had a lot of good times. The concept of “anything goes” was pretty literal for me. I didn’t have issues speaking my mind. And I didn’t have issues creating a drama if the situation deserved it. I also didn’t give a shit if someone
disagreed with the situation deserving it.
I was… me.
I wasn’t girlie.
I wasn’t romantic.
I didn’t have fantasies (except those that came while wielding a vibrator). Let’s just say the knight in shining armor concept did nothing for me.


“You invited me in, Ally.” .
“Around the time you came when my mouth was between your legs on my stairs. Then again when you came when my cock was driving into you in my bed. Then again when you wrapped your mouth around my cock, also in my bed. And a-fuckin’-gain when you found it while riding my cock, also in my bed. And last, when you wrapped your sweet, hot, naked body around me and passed out in my bed.”
Okay, I’d had a variety of Rock Chick chinwags where the girls let it all hang out about their guys and how they communicated in Asshole, but I’d never experienced it personally. And Ren had just demonstrated he was fluent in Asshole. It must be said, I didn’t like it much.


You gave me a run for my money, and once I stopped finding it a pain in my ass and started enjoying it, I did nothing but. I enjoyed every fuckin’ second, Ally. And every fuckin’ second I’ve never doubted how I was feeling. And just to be clear, how I was feeling, every day through this game we’ve been playing, was that I was falling deeper in love with you."






Reviewed jointly with Liz

