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THE VERY BAD BOYS NEXT DOOR

McKenzie Harris was this close to owning the house next door, but when three insanely gorgeous guys swoop in and steal it from right under her, she declares war on them.

Except her new neighbors are not what they seem. Nestled even deeper in their good looks are dark and dangerous streaks that leave her breathless, and it isn't long before her whole world is turned upside down.

Publisher Warning: The Very Bad Boys Next Door contains scenes of an explicit nature, including intense rough sexual scenes and detailed spanking/discipline scenes. Please do not buy this book if such material offends you.

Read Chapter One

McKenzie Harris sighed as silky, warm bubbles seductively massaged her skin. With her eyes closed under the night sky, her body began to relax. The lavender scent from the candle she’d lit seeped into her soul and instantly calmed her mind as well. Nothing felt better than her religious twenty-minute Friday night soak in the hot tub under a canopy of stars.

Except that something felt wrong.

Annoyed, she opened one eye to pacify herself everything was fine, that she was only imagining things. But boy, was she wrong.

At the sheer shock of the sight before her, she made a clumsy and frantic grab for her kimono, the same moment as she tried to stand up, fumbled, then slipped down into the water, drowning her robe and the bra she had mistakenly snagged as well in the process.

Using the drenched fabric as a shield to cover her breasts, she snatched her bra from floating away before her gaze collided with three faces half grinning down at her. For one timeless moment, everything around her quieted. Stupefaction at the stunning sight of the men before her stalled all her senses at once. Yet instantly, she couldn’t entirely shake the suspicions now crowding her mind. There was something about the way they each looked at her, at the way they looked at each other before fixing their eyes on her again that deepened her frown. As if they knew who she was. Which was totally impossible because she didn’t know them from a hole in the ground.

“Who you are?” She used her boldest, most threatening voice. “You’re trespassing on private property. There are secret alarms everywhere that have already gone off, and the police are on their way, so I suggest you leave before they arrive.” Crap, she didn’t even have her phone with her, and there weren’t any secret alarms to go off either.

Her glance shifted from their broad shoulders to their heavily corded forearms that inched down into tattoos of strange symbols spanning across their fingers. Over six feet tall with well-worn jeans molding their granite-ripped thighs, they had a devastatingly sexy and, at the same time scary allure to them.

“Look—”

“You’re the one trespassing, kitten,” one of them said as he came toward her. He lowered onto his haunches and pushed back a thick wave of blond hair. His eyes, a glassy green from where she sat, dazzled her, just like his full grin made her skin break out in goose bumps. He picked up her bikini bottoms, which she had folded into a tiny triangle and placed neatly next to where her once dry kimono and bra had lain. Oh God.

“What… what do you mean?”

“We own this house,” said the one with dark close-cropped hair. His voice had a stern and authoritative lilt and as her gaze dipped to his lips, a mysterious deviant thrill sent a shiver down her spine.

“No. No, that’s impossible. You can’t because Estelle—”

“Speaking of Estelle…” the third man said, his voice coating her like velvet, rough and smooth mixed. But that charming smile of his hinted at something so wicked, she swallowed hard, and bit her lip. “Perhaps she’ll be able to help us figure this out,” he continued and pressed a single button on his phone. The call was answered after only a second.

“Estelle.” He had her on speakerphone, and the real estate agent’s voice pinged the night air. “There’s a girl in our hot tub. Naked, dark hair, pretty eyes.”

“I’m so sorry,” Estelle apologized at once. “That would be McKenzie Harris. She lives next door. She’s completely harmless. Trust me. Do you need me to come over and sort it out?”

What was happening?

“Thanks, Estelle. We’ll take care of it.”

“Wait. Estelle,” she yelled, but he had already disconnected the call.

Well, just fuck. How could Estelle, the real estate agent who lived down the road, do this to her? She had been with McKenzie every step of the way. McKenzie had wanted this house so badly, that she had leased the house next door then waited three years for it to eventually go up for sale. She had gotten to know Ralph Samuels, and his family well over those years. He knew how much she wanted the house.

In the three months it had stood empty, it was only ten days ago that McKenzie had finally gotten her finances in order enough that she could make a serious offer on the house which was much higher than she had ever anticipated. She planned to start with at least a 10 percent drop in asking price, but if that failed, she was ready and able to pay the full price.

They were going to meet the following week in a formal setting where she would present her offer and set things rolling. It was so close to being hers, she could smell it. Which was why she had enjoyed the perks of the hot tub for the last three months it had stood unoccupied… it was as good as hers already dammit.

Nope, she wasn’t going to accept defeat. Something had happened and she was going to get to the bottom of it with Estelle. But she was going to fight with her bare hands, if she had to, and those three men could go screw themselves over their unnecessary and honestly excessive good looks. No single person needed to look the way they did, with their structured jawlines dusted in moonlight and stubble. Eyes that could make fangirls out of nuns. Bodies that… that could make any woman’s vagina pulse.

Well, not her. She was made of sterner stuff. Still, she hated that they continued to grin at her like she was some sort of conundrum they didn’t know what to do with just yet.

But her battle armor was a little too sparse at the moment. She closed her eyes in pure frustration. While other twenty-four-year-olds were out partying the weekend away, she worked until late, then, under the cover of a moonlight sky, snuck into the property next door through the back door in the garden, in only a two piece bikini and flimsy robe. Usually she kept her swimsuit on, but of all the nights, she felt unusually brave and decided to strip down to nothing, taking comfort in the secluded location of the hot tub and enjoyed her nude freedom. She blamed it all on her session at the beauty salon a few days ago. She had been waxed to satiny smoothness everywhere and she meant everywhere all in preparation for her big date on Sunday night.

Also, when her twenty minutes were up after her hot tub spell, she went back home, soaked her skin in oil, donned a pair of pajamas, then went to bed to read and eat chocolate until she fell asleep. It was the one decadent event she looked forward to all week long.

Oh heck.

She had to get out of there. She had to get back to her house and try to sort this out with Estelle. Her dreams were disintegrating into nothing right before her eyes.

She lifted her chin.

“May I have a towel, please?”

She gritted her teeth when they found her request hilarious and their rough and annoyingly sensual chuckles stroked her skin.

“You should leave the same way you came in,” dark haired guy said softly, glancing at her sopping wet robe. Her blood heated at the amusement at her expense, and she decided she wouldn’t stoop so low and beg for a towel. They could go to hell. She turned to green eyes.

“I want my bikini back,” she snapped.

“What bikini?” he asked instead, grinning, rubbing his chin as he had the audacity to slip her panties into his jeans pocket while never taking his eyes off her. Blood sped to her cheeks at the thought of her panties nestled so intimately close to this body.

They wanted to play that game? Well, so could she.

Taking a deep breath, she tried as gracefully as possible to get out of the hot tub using only one hand, since her other was still covering her boobs with her dripping-wet robe while also clutching her wet bra. She gave up and just rose from the water and stepped out of the tub, not even bothering to straighten out the wet bundle of fabric to shield herself better.

She hated that she flushed a painful crimson wherever their eyes branded her naked, wet skin. Her panties would have offered her no more protection either since she would have had to put on a show just to get them on. No, that pussy was long out of the bag already; she cringed at her own pun. With her head held up, she retraced her steps back to her own house but not before getting in a parting shot.

“This isn’t over,” she said, not daring to turn around. She wasn’t that confident.

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