Daddy told me not to even look at the man in the corner. He’s troubled he said. I wanted to do more than look at him.
I grew up in the church. I was raised better. And I was broken. Oh, was I ever broken. I had a sexual appetite that couldn’t be filled. A thirst in me that only sin could quench. I needed him, the man in the corner, to claim me, dominate me, own me.
I’d do whatever it took. Goad him if necessary. I needed that man like I needed air or water. I needed the bad boy.
Disclosure: This is a short novella that can be read in one sitting. It involves instalove, a possessive alpha, and gratuitous sex with an hea. For mature audiences only.
The novellas in the Alpha Bad Boy series are standalones that can be read in any order. I hope you enjoy…
Fighting, f***ing, and winning. It’s what I do and nobody will stand in my way. It’s how I live my life on the field and in the bedroom. I make hitters fear me. If they’re scared, it gives me an advantage, and I capitalize on it. People say I have an attitude problem, that I’m a bad boy. It’s exactly what I want them to think.
Until I meet Elizabeth, the psychiatrist Coach makes me see. She specializes in pro athletes. There’s something about her. Maybe she’ll be the one who finally cuts through my layers and sees the real me. Who knows?
Disclosure: This is a novella that can be read in one sitting. It involves instalove, a possessive alpha, and gratuitous sex with an hea. For mature audiences only.
Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.