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Bad at Love by Aimee Nicole Walker
Bad at making decisions or bad at love? Either way, Kendall Blakemore doesn’t trust his judgment. He falls too hard, too fast, and always for the wrong guy. Needing a major shakeup, Kendall moves into his own place for the first time and seizes a new career opportunity. But everything he thought he wanted turns out to be the last thing he needs. When loneliness threatens to derail Kendall’s good behavior, he decides to rent out his spare bedroom. What could go wrong? Try a tenant who’s temptation incarnate.
Bad at commitment or born to roam? Either way, US Deputy Marshal Kurt Dandridge feels trapped. Maybe staying in one place for too long is the source of his unhappiness, or maybe it’s because he’s engaged to the wrong person. Finding his fiancé in bed with another man takes care of one problem but creates another. Ridge needs a place to live. He’d leave Savannah altogether if not for his vow to apprehend an elusive fugitive. Renting a room from Kendall Blakemore seems like the perfect solution until Ridge finds himself falling for the alluring man. Would one kiss derail his course? And could he stop at just one?
Hurts so good. Chemistry burns between them—hot, consuming, and impossible to ignore. And why should they? Kendall and Ridge are consenting adults who know the score. Being bad has never felt so good, but it’s a slippery slope to navigate. One misstep could have disastrous consequences for both men.
Bad at Love is a standalone novel within the Sinister in Savannah universe where both characters first appeared. It is not necessary to read that series first. Bad at Love is a romantic suspense that’s heavier on the romance than the suspense.
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“What happened to the other guys, Frick and Frack?”
Kendall’s mouth fell open in surprise. Once he caught his breath, he flopped back in his chair and laughed until tears filled his eyes. “Frick and Frack?”
Ridge just shrugged. “Suits them.”
“Maybe so,” Kendall agreed. “They, um…” Kendall turned and looked to see where they might be hiding and was surprised the two knuckleheads were nowhere in sight.
“What?” Ridge asked, pulling Kendall’s attention back to him. “Let me guess. They placed a bet about me.”
“How’d you know?”
“I know the type,” Ridge said casually. “Their egos won’t allow them to believe I’m not attracted to them, so I had to be straight. Am I right?”
“They don’t mean to be insulting. They’re young and—”
Ridge waved him off. “I’m not offended, but I am curious. Why’d they send you to the table?”
“They claim I’m irresistible,” Kendall replied with a dramatic eye roll.
Ridge’s nostrils flared on his next inhale. “Yeah, I can see that.”
The compliment heated Kendall’s cheeks, and he suddenly wished he hadn’t drained the water glass. “You’re too sweet.”
Ridge snorted. “That’s a word no one has ever used to describe me.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” He pointed to Kendall’s name tag. “With a nickname like Sugar, I’m willing to bet plenty of people think you’re sweet.”
“How do you know it’s a nickname?”
Ridge quirked a brow and dropped another bone to his plate. “You expect me to believe your mother named you Sugar?”
“She said I had the sweetest little face she’d ever seen.”
“Okay,” Ridge said, “I’ll bite. What’s your full name?”
“Sugar And Spice.”
Ridge blessed him with a full belly laugh. “Kind of like this sauce. The person who named it must have a wicked sense of humor.”
“I’ll be sure to pass your kind words along,” Kendall said.
“And they’re excellent at pairing flavors too. It starts out sweet, then comes on strong at the end.”
Kendall reached across the table and helped himself to a french fry Ridge was ignoring. “Much like regret the emotion.” He bit through the perfectly fried potato.
“True.” Ridge ate another wing before wiping his hands and mouth. “So, what are the special ingredients?”
“They wouldn’t be special if I told you,” Kendall said.
“I’m not here to steal the recipe and start my own business.”
Kendall winked at him. “Good to know. I still can’t share the recipe with you.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Can’t.”
“Fine,” Ridge said, but Kendall saw the fierce determination in his eyes.
Ever since she was a little girl, Aimee Nicole Walker entertained herself with stories that popped into her head. Now she gets paid to tell those stories to other people. She wears many titles—wife, mom, and animal lover are just a few of them. Her absolute favorite title is champion of the happily ever after. Love inspires everything she does, music keeps her sane, and coffee is the magic elixir that fuels her day.
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