From New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott comes the second sizzling stand-alone novel in the Dive Bar series!

When his younger brother loses interest in online dating, hot bearded bartender Joe Collins only intends to log into his account and shut it down. Until he reads about her.

Alex Parks is funny, fascinating, and pretty much everything he’s been looking for in a woman—except that she lives across the country. Soon they’re emailing up a storm and telling each other their deepest, darkest secrets…except the one that really matters.

When Alex pays Joe a surprise visit, however, they both discover that when it comes to love, it’s always better with a twist.

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I watched the streetlights cast shadows on the angle of his

cheekbone, the furrow of his brow. Strange how his manly beauty

had grown on me, redefining or rather stretching my usual boundaries.

Perhaps some people’s allure came from the inside out. A good thing. Their ways and their words did the wooing instead of their physical appeal. Not to diss Joe’s impressive physique. As

nice as a pretty face was, though, the personality, the person beneath

the skin, should matter more. Anything else was pretty

shallow and unlikely to last. Guess that was the difference between

my scratching an itch with a stranger and the way this

man had me tied up in knots. And not even neat, sea-worthy

knots. I’m talking, haven’t washed or brushed your hair in forever

and there’s a big old mess back there.

Shit.

At the bar, he’d flirted with me. Full-on flirted with me, his

supposed platonic friend who was not his type. No way did I

know what to do. Normally Valerie would be first on my hit list of

people to call. But she’d just tell me to jump him, regardless of

what else was going on, or any possible consequences. Plus, with

him beside me it would be kind of uncool. But a couple of whisky

sours or no, I was pretty certain I hadn’t imagined his interest.

As Mom had always said, however, best to be sure.

“What are the renovating plans for tomorrow?” I asked.

“Rip out the old fittings and prepare the space for new.”

I nodded. “So we’ll be doing some pounding and screwing?”

“Ah, yeah.” The man cast me a look out of the corner of his

eye. “Sound okay?”

“Absolutely. Can’t wait to get my hands back on that big hard

hammer.”

“Great,” he said, throwing me another questioning look.

I gave a nice bland smile.

Yeah, pal. Two could play at the what-the-fuck-is-going-on

flirting game. I turned in my seat, all the better to face him. “Did

you want to bang, Joe?”

“What did you say?” Wide eyes flashed my way.

“Like I did on that wall today. That was fun,” I said with all

due sincerity. “Will we be doing more of that?”

A pause. “Sure.”

“Awesome.”

Another quizzical look.

“Something wrong?” I inquired politely.

“No.” His Adam’s apple dipped as he swallowed hard, shifting

in his seat, gaze decidedly unsure. The poor fool couldn’t begin to

understand the crazy he’d unleashed with his little taunt. Get

rough with the man? My starved libido was well beyond the

rough-and-tumble stage. No more hiding or denying, sticking

to the sidelines of life. It was my time to step forward and be

brave. When it came to Joe Collins, I was more than ready to

say yes.

“I just . . .” he started. “Never mind.”

Neither of us spoke as he pulled into a parking space a short

walk down from the hotel. I leaned over, placing my hand on his

denim-covered thigh. The muscle tensed beneath my fingers.

Shame on me for straying a little close to his loins.

“Thanks so much for tonight, Joe. I’m so glad we decided to be

friends. Because you, sir, make a great friend.”

“Right. Good.” A frown. “How much did you have to drink

again?”

“Not nearly enough. Quick, let’s get to my hotel room so I can

have more!” I threw open my door.

“Okay.” Hands stuffed in his pockets, he followed me inside,

lingering a step or two behind. Guess he didn’t like it when

people’s moods got all mixed up and mercurial either. Funny, that.

I nodded to the dude at the front desk and pressed the button

on the elevator. It opened immediately. Mirrors and old-timeylooking

wooden framing decorated the small space. We both

leaned against the back wall as it slowly ascended.

“Yeah, sure can’t wait to do some banging, and pounding, and

screwing around with you, Joe.” I smiled. “Sound good?”

He just gave me a dry look from his superior height. All confusion

gone from his handsome face. Confined spaces only made

him seem bigger, even more imposing than usual. No way, no day,

however, was I crawling back into my shell or turning into a

shadow. We’d agreed to work on our issues, so fine, I was putting

it out there.

Still, my bravado was fading, I could barely meet his eyes. The

man affected me in all the ways.

“It’s hard, no pun intended this time, because sometimes it

feels like you want to be just friends,” I said. “But then other times

you flirt with me and I honestly don’t know what’s going on. No

huge surprise there, I know. Social awkwardness is my jam. But I

thought I mostly understood where you were coming from.”

A ding from the elevator and the doors opened at our stop. I

walked out, his bearded hotness following slowly behind, stalking

me almost. For certain his usual cool, easy-going-guy persona was

missing in action. The man radiated tension, intensity, even.

And if he didn’t, I definitely did.

Inside the hotel room I went for mood lighting, only turning

on the table and bedside lamps. I rubbed sweaty hands against the

sides of my pants. “What you said back at the bar about me getting

rough with you, however. Now, that almost sounded like a dare.”

“Did it?”

“It did.”

Arms hanging loose at his sides, he just watched me, saying

nothing. Jerk.

“So tell me.” I stood at the foot of the bed, facing him. Every

part of me was wired, wide awake. “What’s going on, Joe?”

His shoulders rose and fell on a deep breath. “I realized something

tonight.”

“What?”

“That I was falling into old habits. Doing what was easy instead

of doing what I wanted.”

“Huh?”

“It was just before you spilled ice on that guy’s pants.”

“Sure. I can see how you’d be seduced by my smooth moves,”

I said, voice filled with much doubt. My insides were ready to

spontaneously combust. I swear I could feel sweat breaking out all

over me, the man was just that hot. Also, my nerves were on high

alert.

One corner of his lips tipped up. “You know how you said you

weren’t jealous?”

“Yes?”

“Well, I was.”

Wow. I had nothing.

“This is the part where you’re supposed to admit you were

jealous too,” he supplied.

“I didn’t think it needed to be said. I’m not that good a liar.”

“True,” he said. “Anyway, I made the pass at you and then I

was leaving it up to you to figure out what you want. To be brave

and make the next move.”

Softly, I laughed and shook my head. Men were such idiots.

“Make the first move? This isn’t a game. As I said last time the subject

of sex came up, previous hurt feelings, etc. It’s going to get

complicated.”

“Yeah, probably,” he said, voice deeper than I’d ever heard it.

Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/

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