Bad Boy Mine: A Bad Boy New Adult Romance: Part One (The Bad Boy Mine Series Book 1)
Book Details
Author(s)Evangeline Lee
ISBN / ASINB01D445UNK
ISBN-13978B01D445UN8
Sales Rank477,052
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Introducing the BAD BOY MINE series of suspenseful New Adult Romance novellas by Evangeline Lee.
Psychopaths. Cold-blooded killers. Ruthless, aggressive, and narcissistic, they left a trail of pain and heartbreak in their wake. As one of their victims, I wanted to eradicate them off the face of the Earth.
That was my plan the day I interviewed Jake as part of my post-doctoral research on the Warrior Gene.
The FBI said he was an enforcer with the Irish mafia in Brooklyn. Rumor had it that he was personally responsible for the deaths of three rival mafia members. Talk from the other thugs in custody was that he had military training from his time in Iraq and that he was ruthless, cold and uncompromising.
He was also the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
Even with his black eye and prison orange, he was handsome. Six two, a nice bulk to his very buff body, clear fair skin on account of his Irish heritage. He had grey-blue eyes, and a jaw that screamed Alpha with enough scruff on his chin and jaw to remind you he was all man when he kissed you.
I knew it was crazy of me, but for a few brief moments, I imagined kissing him and more. Much more.
Little could I know how soon I’d be kissing him for real.
By choice.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. When I first laid eyes on him, I thought he was just another psychopath. A research subject I wanted to interview so I could study the Warrior Gene.
I’ll get to the kiss—and much much more—later.
He wore the guise of a monster. It protected him, kept his real identity and his true mission secret. At times, he did monstrous things, but he was so much more than what he seemed.
When I first met Jake, I truly believed he was a monster. He tried to convince me that he was. For a while, we were all convinced of it.
But we were wrong.
Sometimes monsters aren’t always what they first seem.
Warning: Intended for 18+ due to violence, explicit sexuality, triggers and harsh language.
Note: Formerly Beautiful Monster Part One
Psychopaths. Cold-blooded killers. Ruthless, aggressive, and narcissistic, they left a trail of pain and heartbreak in their wake. As one of their victims, I wanted to eradicate them off the face of the Earth.
That was my plan the day I interviewed Jake as part of my post-doctoral research on the Warrior Gene.
The FBI said he was an enforcer with the Irish mafia in Brooklyn. Rumor had it that he was personally responsible for the deaths of three rival mafia members. Talk from the other thugs in custody was that he had military training from his time in Iraq and that he was ruthless, cold and uncompromising.
He was also the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
Even with his black eye and prison orange, he was handsome. Six two, a nice bulk to his very buff body, clear fair skin on account of his Irish heritage. He had grey-blue eyes, and a jaw that screamed Alpha with enough scruff on his chin and jaw to remind you he was all man when he kissed you.
I knew it was crazy of me, but for a few brief moments, I imagined kissing him and more. Much more.
Little could I know how soon I’d be kissing him for real.
By choice.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. When I first laid eyes on him, I thought he was just another psychopath. A research subject I wanted to interview so I could study the Warrior Gene.
I’ll get to the kiss—and much much more—later.
He wore the guise of a monster. It protected him, kept his real identity and his true mission secret. At times, he did monstrous things, but he was so much more than what he seemed.
When I first met Jake, I truly believed he was a monster. He tried to convince me that he was. For a while, we were all convinced of it.
But we were wrong.
Sometimes monsters aren’t always what they first seem.
Warning: Intended for 18+ due to violence, explicit sexuality, triggers and harsh language.
Note: Formerly Beautiful Monster Part One
