Wicked Thing by Angeline Kace
Goodreads link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18005643-wicked-thing
Carmyn Rafferty witnessed the aftermath of her mother's affair. She learned at a young age not to trust anyone. Especially not your spouse. So she's planned. She's planned every detail of her life: who her husband will be, what their careers will be, what their lives will be like. All to avoid the pain of infidelity.
Dallas Brown lives a life all his own. He doesn't do relationships, he doesn't care what anyone thinks of him, and he doesn't live up to anyone's expectations but his own.
When Carmyn's fiancé cheats on her, it sends her into a whirlwind of one-night stands with the most infamous player on campus. She can't seem to stay away from this tough guy and his dangerous motorcycle. Everything about him is the complete opposite of who she'd planned to fall in love with: tattoos, dark stubble along his jawline, and hair that brushes his shoulders.
As Dallas and Carmyn begin to fall deeper and deeper into each other, they learn that love can truly be a wicked, wicked thing.
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Angeline is a Scorpio living in the Rocky Mountains with her husband and dogs. She loves all things paranormal, believes ghosts are real, werewolves aren't, and vampires? Definitely real! At least in the Vampire Born world they are. She is currently at work on her first New Adult Romance, Wicked Thing, which releases September 2013.
"That's it!" Randall says and points at me with both hands. "It's Carmyn. That's the reason why you wouldn't go to the strip club. You're whooped."
I shake my head and laugh. "I am not."
"Oh, yeah," Howie adds. "Let me have a go at her, then."
I force my face from becoming too serious. "I will kick your ass where you stand."
"You are!" Nate says. "If she weren't your sole plaything, you wouldn't care if Howie tried to get her attention. But you do, so you are."
"You clowns aren't making sense anymore."
"We're making perfect sense. You're the one who's having a hard time following along. We invited you to the strip club. You said no. We come over here to find out why, and a little bit later, you start going off on Carmyn this and Carmyn that." He's drunk and animated with his hand gestures. "Bro, the last time you talked about a girl this much, it was your mom, the only other woman you love, so either you like to fuck your mom, or you're falling for Carmyn."