Exclusive Excerpt: Girl Breaker by Harper Kincaid
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Girl Breaker - Break on Through Book 3
Sometimes the best thing a good girl can do is make a bad decision.
Jessica has always been the girl with her head in the clouds and her nose in a book, only dating the “nice guys”. But when rough-around-the-edges Viking-biker-god, Mad Max, and his precocious little girl move onto her street, Jessica falls hard and fast for both of them.
Max is no stranger to women wanting to share his bed—and he’s always been more than happy to oblige them all. He’s lived wild all his life—that is, until a daughter shows up on his doorstep and he meets a redheaded angel down the block.
There’s nothing more he wants than to claim Jessica as his, to bring the gorgeous spitfire to his bed. But a man like him doesn’t get a happy ending with a woman like her. He’s got a whole other life, one he’s kept secret for good reason.
If Jessica found out what he really is, there’s no way she could love him. He should keep his hands to himself. But he’s Mad Max—he’s never done the right thing, and he’s not going to start now.
Warning: Contains a dominating alpha male who’s a lot more than he seems, and a good girl with a swirl of flavors under her vanilla.
Immediately my mind conjured the dreamy, picturesque scene for me: Colorful, tiny springtime blooms wrapped in satin ribbons, an archway made of twigs and white twinkle lights. I’m waving to our guests wearing a simple but elegant Regency-inspired wedding gown in an ivory raw silk, complementing my creamy, freckled skin tone quite well, if I may say so myself. My sister is stunning in her similarly styled dress, with its lavender silk taffeta that perfectly complements her eyes. A horse-drawn carriage awaits; my groom’s hand reaches down to assist. The sun is behind his head so I can’t really see his face, but it doesn’t matter. This is my new husband. I love him with every fiber of my being. I place my small, delicate hand in his, and he takes hold. And just like that, as his mammoth hand surrounds mine, my breathing is easy again. He’s got me. He pulls me up, and the sunshine is temporarily blinding, but when the black and yellow spots fade, my eyes finally come into focus.
It isn’t Pierce. It’s Max.
He’s dressed in a vintage, dove-gray morning suit, with his dirty-blond hair combed back and his goatee trimmed. Both his hands cradle my face, the pad of his thumb caressing the apple of my cheek.
“Thank fuck, you’re finally mine.”
“Jessica? Jessica?” Natalie practically yelled while shaking my shoulder.
I blinked a couple of times, taking in my surroundings, actually surprised that I was sitting in my bedroom instead of in that wedding carriage.
“I guess I got a little lost in my head there, huh?”
Natalie’s hazel eyes grew large, and then she snorted a laugh. “You could say that again. Where’d ya go there?”
Then it hit me that I was getting ready for a date with Pierce, not Max.
No, Max was the one who had said he had wanted to “own” me, something I had craved hearing from a man for as long as I could remember, but he couldn’t accept my apology. I knew I had screwed up, and Lord knew I owed him a debt I could never repay for saving my sister, but I couldn’t have room in my heart for a man so closed off and unforgiving.
I had to let Max go, for good this time.
“This is ridiculous.” I jumped off the bed and back into my closet. “It’s been several dates. I’m going for all-grown-up sex kitten!” I grabbed a black deep-V-neck dress and my favorite suede leopard boots, the ones I bought but never wore because I thought they were fabulous but too much somehow. The dress was cut so low I couldn’t wear a bra with it, but it was formfitting enough that one wasn’t needed. So the only lingerie I could put on was a very lacey, barely there bikini panty in red. I shimmied the ensemble on and sauntered out of the closet.
“Holy shit,” Natalie muttered. “You look…”
“What?” I asked, as I looked down at my outfit, wondering if I went too far. I was starting to lose my nerve.
“You look fiercely amazing,” Natalie said.
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About the Author:
A woman with the heart of a revolutionary,
The mind of a pragmatist,
And the inappropriate humor of your tipsy BFF...
Born in California and raised in South Florida, Harper Kincaid moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on her head ever since. Along the way, she worked as a community organizer, a professional matchmaker, an art teacher, a popular blogger, and a crisis counselor (to name a few). All the while, longing to have the guts and follow-through to do what I really wanted: to write and become a published author. That wish has finally come true.
Besides writing about sexy people falling in love, Harper adores listening to indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played on vinyl, wearing black, the theater, well-informed optimism, happy endings (both kinds), and making those close to her laugh 'til they snort. She's a self-admitted change junkie, loving new experiences and places, but have now happily settled in the cutest lil' town, Vienna, Virginia.