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Devorah Lee has spent her adult life searching for a guy who has The Zing, but has a penchant for falling for the wrong guy…

…enter Ellis Taylor — the notorious playboy brother of her ex who’s on a mission to show her he’s Mr. Right.

 

Excerpt-

I shook my head as I pressed the button to disconnect the call. Devorah had gotten out of bed and was in the shower singing off key to Beyoncé, typical morning after behavior. I walked into the bathroom to let her know I was leaving. I pulled back the shower curtain and goddamn it if I didn’t want to call Ev back and tell him we’d hoop another day.

“Did you need something?” Devorah asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I pulled my gaze from her soapy breasts and met her eyes. I was surprised to see them rimmed in red, as if she’d just recently finished crying. Quickly averting her gaze, she looked down busying herself with soaping her loofah sponge. I stripped immediately, stepped into the shower and pulled her into my arms, with little resistance. She still was looking down though, refusing to make eye contact. I tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were filled with tears, precariously balanced, ready to fall.

“Hey, are we good?”

“Don’t recall inviting you to share my shower.”

“You have a really annoying habit of not answering my questions.”

“Does shorty who does that tongue thing answer your questions?”

Shit. I didn’t realize she could hear that. Goddamn that Everett and his loud ass mouth. She pulled out of my embrace and tilted her head under the spray of the showerhead. With her eyes closed, she let the water cascade over her face and hair.

“Bee, you know…”

Stepping from beneath the spray, Bee said, “I don’t know shit, Ellis.”

I scrubbed a hand over my face and reached out to grab her hands.

“Look at me.”

She turned her gaze to me, with water spiked eyelashes.

“I, Ellis Stacey Taylor the Third, do solemnly swear that I am not fucking anyone other than Devorah Nicole Lee when she feels like not being ornery.”

“Your middle name is Stacey?”

“Yeah, it’s a family name. Wait—damnit, how long have we known each other and you don’t know my middle name? Really, Bee?”

“It never came up?” she giggled.

I pulled her flush against my body.

“Stop trying to derail. Do you understand what I just said?”

She looked down and nodded.

“And?”

Moments passed before she angled her head up, giving me a soft kiss wrought with sweetness. As she pulled away, she whispered, “I guess I gotta give up my hoes, huh?”