stud street hoa book 1
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A nightmare from my past has arrived, and she’s driving a monster truck.
My life was picture perfect, from my house to my lawn to my Italian leather shoes. Then a redneck blast from my past arrived with a garden gnome in one hand and a ten year old son I’m pretty sure is mine in the other.
Honoring my sacred duties as President of the Homeowner’s Association means I can’t allow her to ravage our poor neighborhood with her fake flowers and her plastic flamingos, but I don’t want to chase her away. Not before I get the chance to get to know my son… and maybe even rekindle the flame with the sexy lady who raised him?
FINED is the first book in a trio of standalone romantic comedies by Skylar Sweeney. If you like sizzling, second chance romances with plenty of giggles on top, you’ll love this quirky tale of two neighbors at odds coming together in the craziest (and sexiest) of ways!
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“Can I get you a beer?” Dylan asks, and I nod. He doesn’t even have to order; Joe is already delivering my second Miller Lite.
“Good service here,” Dylan says, tossing a peanut in the air and catching it in his mouth. I nearly swoon. “I guess that’s one thing this town’s got.”
My brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
He shrugs, and even that is sexy. A sexy shrug. God, I’m horny tonight. “This place is a junk yard. There’s nothing to do, there’s nowhere to go. The jobs have to suck. I don’t know why anyone stays.”
I take a sip of my beer to hide my scowl. Technically his words are true. There isn’t anything to do in Stiffy unless you count gigging frogs, and the economy drops every day, but that doesn’t make it a junk yard. It’s special. The people here make it special.
“Stiffy is a great place to live. Everyone here cares about everyone else, and we look out for each other. We may not have fancy malls or strip clubs or whatever, but we have weekly barbecues and bingo nights and craft fairs every season.” My voice is prim. “Stop judging the book by its cover.”
Dylan rolls his eyes, catching another peanut in his mouth. It isn’t so impressive the second time. “Books are bought based on the cover. I guarantee that this little town will keep going downhill as long as you let it look like a dump. People will continue to move out and no one will move in to replace the old folks when they die. Slowly but surely, Stiffy will disappear, all because you let Mrs. Jane Doe stick five thousand plastic flamingos in her yard. What a thing looks like counts, Crystal. First glance is what sells, and it’s not the inside people care about at first glance.”
I eye his perfect body and model-like features. “Of course you’d say that.”
His eyebrows shoot up, lips quirking. “What does that mean?”
I snort, giving his bicep a squeeze. “You’re a sex god in the flesh. Of course you’d say the outside is what counts.”
Dylan laughs loudly, and my cheeks light up.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I think you did.” Mr. Fine leans forward and taps my lips with his finger, making my breath catch. “Not that you’re one to talk.”
My heart speeds up as he trails that finger along my face, tracing my features, his brilliant blue eyes locked with mine, a wicked look in them.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I whisper, and he winks.
“Do you want to know what I saw at first glance when I looked at you?” He murmurs, finger dropping down to trace little patterns on the top of my breasts. “I saw a girl who is gorgeous as hell. I saw a girl whose lips belong around my cock. And I thought to myself… I need her.”
“You’re dirty,” I whisper, not sure if it’s an insult or a compliment. I’m throbbing downstairs, so I might as well run with the latter.
Dylan chuckles, a deep sound that leaves me shivering, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel his soft lips press against mine. His tongue touches gently, seeking entrance, and I open eagerly, allowing him to press inside.
I moan as he caresses my tongue with his, and I lean my body against him, pressing my palms against the hard muscles of his chest.
He pulls back, and I shake my head, staring up at him with wide eyes. “You’re a dick.”
Dylan nods, the arrogant smirk of a god plastered on his face. “A beautiful dick. So tell me… what’s most important to you right now, Crystal? The fact that I’m kind of a dick…” He takes my hand, directing it toward the giant bulge pressed against his thigh, straining to escape. I can’t hold back a whimper as I feel his hard length jump against my touch. “Or the size of my dick and the fact that it’s absolutely desperate for you?”
My panties are officially drenched, and I have a dick to blame. Take that how you please.
“Let’s get out of here.”