BOOK #1: THE ONE
SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE COULD KEEP...
Abby Bartlett is
the quintessential nice girl. Between teaching, volunteering, completing her
PhD, and helping her best friend raise his daughter, Abby never gets the chance
to be anything but nice. That is, until the all-wrong-for-her man she's
only ever known from afar starts daring her to simply take that chance for
herself. His sage advice? Try something wild and fast. Preferably him.
An unbridled,
hotshot attorney with a not-so-little black book, Connor Sullivan has earned
himself quite the bad boy reputation. But in his defense, he's a very
conscientious one. He knows far too well that sometimes in life, love isn't
enough...or worse, not even a factor at all. To avoid that misery--and repel
the drama--Connor has a firm 'nothing over a month' rule. Who knew a nice girl
would be the one to make him want to break all his rules?
BOOK #2: THE ONE
SHE NEVER HOPED SHE COULD HAVE...
Abby is well aware
that everyone thinks she's in love with her best friend Brian. He is, after
all, the type of man a nice girl should be with--the polar opposite of the bad
boy--the kind of guy who didn't let his wife's decade-long illness stop him
from showering her with a lifetime of love every second until her dying day.
But everyone's wrong; she couldn't possibly be in love with him. Because she's
never once allowed herself that option.
It's taken a while
but Brian Sullivan has finally come to terms with surviving the woman he spent
half his life loving, a third of it losing. Truth is though, he wouldn't have
'survived' any of it really had it not been for Abby--sweet, incredible
Abby--the woman he's never once had to picture his life without, never realized
he couldn't truly live without. Until now. Now that he's finally able to love
her the way she deserves, the way he knows she wants to be loved...by his
brother. Who's giving him exactly one chance to speak now or forever hold his
peace.
BOOK #3: A
DECISION SHE NEVER DREAMED SHE'D HAVE TO MAKE...
In the third book
of the NYT & USA Today bestselling trilogy, Abby must decide once and for
all between the two brothers -- between the bad boy wanting to start a life
with her and the good guy fighting for the life they've already built.
Note: This
is NOT a standalone. This is the first book in a three-book serial.
This three-book serial is part of the CAN'T RESIST series. Books #1-3 (Abby's story) must be read in order. While Books #4-6 are separate standalones, it is recommended that they be read after the trilogy. Books #1-3 are also available as a bundled boxed set.
This three-book serial is part of the CAN'T RESIST series. Books #1-3 (Abby's story) must be read in order. While Books #4-6 are separate standalones, it is recommended that they be read after the trilogy. Books #1-3 are also available as a bundled boxed set.
THE CAN'T RESIST SERIES:
BOOK 1: Resisting the Bad Boy*
BOOK 2: Falling for the Good Guy*
BOOK 3: Choosing the Right Man*
BOOK 4: Finding the Right Girl
BOOK 5: Keeping the Rebound Fling – Coming 2015
BOOK 6: Having the Real Thing – Coming 2015
*Also available as a three-book bundle in the Nice Girl trilogy boxed set
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LINKS
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Girl to Love: Trilogy Boxed Set (#1 Resisting, #2 Falling, #3 Choosing) (Can’t
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AUTHOR
BIO
NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling author
Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education who is ecstatic to now
be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romance
novels. Her NYT and USA Today bestselling books have been Top 10 bestsellers on
Amazon, iTunes, and Barnes & Noble, and featured on IndieReader and
GalleyCat as breakout hits. When she's not writing or feeding her book-a-day
reading addiction, Violet enjoys tackling reno projects with her power tools,
trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first, and cooking
'special edition' dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. She lives in
Hawai'i with her two cute kids (daughter Violet & son Duke) and similarly
adorable husband.
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PRAISE FOR
VIOLET DUKE:
"Emotionally charged with wonderful
characters! Violet Duke made me laugh and cry in this incredible romance. One
of the best I've read this year!" -- NYT Bestselling Author J.S. Scott
"A sexy, emotional treat!" -- NYT Bestselling Author Lexi Ryan
"A unique series that will take you on a
roller coaster of emotions. I couldn't put these books down!" -- NYT Bestselling Author Carly Phillips
FOUR Excerpt
Choices
from Resisting the Bad Boy
from Resisting the Bad Boy
© Violet Duke
Excerpt
#1
“Doesn’t sound like you have that much
time for yourself. What do you do for fun?”
She got up to grab them another two beers
from the kitchen. “Honestly, I’m a homebody. Never got into the nightlife scene
here. Plus, by the time I was twenty-one, I was basically babysitting Skylar
all day every weekend, and nearly all my weeknights. Since that pretty much
carried on clear until last year, I guess my idea of fun is hanging out with
her. Lame, I know.”
He felt like he was talking to a martian.
He hadn’t realized she’d spent even more time babysitting Skylar than he had.
And he knew for a fact—from Brian’s complaints about it—that she hadn’t taken a
single cent from them for babysitting.
For God’s sakes, she was just so nice.
“So you don’t do anything just for
yourself? Just for fun?”
“Well, I have been privately executing my
mission to learn how to cook the most beloved dishes from every country in the
world,” she returned with a smile. “That’s fun.”
It was possible baby bluebirds helped her
get dressed in the morning.
She was just that sweet.
“You’re driving me crazy.” He swept an arm
around her waist and lifted her right up onto his lap.
“Connor!”
He slid a hand into her hair, rubbed a
thumb over her heated cheekbone as he brought his lips to within inches of
hers. “I shouldn’t want you this much. You’re everything I’m not, and I’m
everything you couldn’t possibly want. I know I should leave you alone, but I
just can’t. I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”
Her breathing had grown so erratic, he was
actually starting to get concerned. “Say something, sweetheart. I’m baring my
soul here.”
“I shouldn’t want you either,” she
whispered, “but I do.”
His arms locked around her, instinctively
staking a claim on her. Mine.
For now.
The two words were his only anchor keeping
him in the reality he maintained for himself. He had to be brutally honest with
her, with them both. “I meant what I said earlier, Abby. I’m never going to
break my one-month rule.” Feeling like the lowest piece of scum, he hammered
that last nail in, “Not for anyone. Not even you.”
She was silent for a long while, and
Connor started preparing himself for the rejection to come.
“I know our fifteen minutes of friendship
are up but can I ask you something as a friend? Will you answer me as one?”
He tensed. “I’ll try.”
She chuckled. “Again with the copout.”
Raising her warm doe eyes up to his, she asked quietly, “If you weren’t trying
to get in my pants, if you were just my friend and I asked you what one thing I
could do to stop being ‘a nice girl’ for just a little while, what advice would
you give me?”
That was easy. “I’d tell you to try
something new. Something that excites you. Something that’ll take you from zero
to sixty just as fast as it could take you back to zero whenever you were ready
to return.”
“Something wild and fast...” She loosened
her death grip on his shoulders, slid her hands down his back slowly. “That’s
good advice.”
He saw her gaze travel down to his lips
and it took everything he had not to kiss her right then and there.
“Are you volunteering, Connor? To be that
something wild and fast for me to try?”
“No,” he replied raggedly, “I’m insisting.
Requiring.” He dropped his forehead against hers. “Asking.”
Excerpt
#2
“Hmm.” She rolled over onto her back and
stared up at the ceiling, silently thoughtful, a small smile playing on her
lips.
Good god, what was she thinking now?
Already, this kinky interview from hell had him ten degrees past aroused. His
own fault for coming in here, really. It was way past time for him to leave.
But just as he stood to go grab what was
unequivocally going to be a very cold shower, Abby sat back up and called out
casually, “Hey, could you toss me my lotion?” She pointed at the dresser behind
him. “My legs get so dry here in the summers without it.”
Such an innocent request.
That he didn’t trust for one second.
He was sure this was going to be a look
but don’t touch deal with her lathering up those gorgeous legs of hers while he
sat there like a schmuck. Staring, no doubt. He narrowed his eyes and began
silently listing all the ways he was going to pay her back for this when her
two-week stay here was up. Slapping
an unaffected look on his face, he passed her the lotion, forcibly blocking all
the erotic lotion-inspired images that were attempting to take over his brain. Evil woman. Only a day into their no-sex
agreement and already he was closer to begging than he cared to admit.
While avoiding direct eye contact with the
skin smoothing extravaganza, his gaze strayed to the partially open plastic bag
sitting atop her dresser. It was over at the other end but he recognized the
hot purple logo on the bag immediately.
Just like that, every muscle in his body
stopped working.
Well, save one, that is.
The bag was from an adult novelty shop his
friend Kim owned just a little north of here. He could only make out two of the
items in the bag but they were enough to send his blood pressure
skyrocketing—the first was what looked to be the tiniest pair of sheer white
panties that would effectively cover nothing and, Lord help him, a silver
bullet vibrator. He was going to have a stroke.
Stifling a groan over how the word
‘stroke’ instantly made him think about rubbing one off, he gripped the edge of
the dresser like a man possessed. The door was just a few feet away. He could
make it. But first he needed to get some much needed air into his lungs. Breathe, you moron!
He dragged in a breath. And that’s when he
heard it.
The tiniest whisper of a giggle.
“Why you little—”
Connor lunged at Abby as she shrieked out
in laughter and tried ducking around him to make for the door. Snatching her
around the waist, he hoisted her cackling body up over his shoulder and tossed
her back onto the bed. “You set me up.”
Her giggles effervesced, the unliddable
glee in her eyes giving zero credence to all her perfectly scandalized denials.
He trapped her under him, burying his grin
against the curve of her neck, reveling in the unfamiliar experience of having
fun with a woman in bed without sex being a factor. As he skimmed a smile over
her collarbone, he felt the gasp she couldn’t contain like a shot of spiked
adrenaline racing through his veins.
Heading straight for his heart.
It took more effort than usual to block
its path.
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