Hemy Walk Of Shame 2

My name is Hemy Knox and I'm a heartbreaker . . . I've hurt the one person that means the most to me in life; the only woman I have ever loved. I let the drugs, alcohol and wild lifestyle take over and consume me. I got her where I wanted her and ripped her heart out. Since then, I've spent countless nights having dirty, meaningless sex with a multitude of people; only leaving them wanting and begging for more with no regrets. Some may even call me the devil; soulless. They look and judge, but there is one thing they don't know; no one does. I want more than this life of stripping and sleeping around, the never-ending party. I want love and everything that comes with it; that high that never ends. The problem is . . . I only want it with her. Onyx. She refuses to be mine . . . again. She's smart, guarding her heart while ripping mine right out of my chest. I can't say that I blame her. I always was a dumb ass when it came to the emotions of a woman, especially her. She wants to see me suffer as much as I made her; watch me wither and die at her feet. She wants to crush me until I'm no longer breathing, and I will let her, because it hurts far less than not having her as mine. I will stop at nothing to make her mine again. The pain only drives me harder, feeding my fury and giving me a reason to live . . . her.

My name is Slade Merrick and I'm a sex addict . . . I've been told it's a problem. I see it as a passion... something I'm good at. And who stops something that they're good at? They want me to seek help. Don't judge my lifestyle. You're no better than me. Just admit it, you like to have sex too. Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed. When I'm not fu*king, I'm slinging drinks at Walk of Shame or stripping my way into your bed, another thing I'm good at. Every woman's darkest fantasy brought to life. So, am I stopping? Hell no. Sex is beautiful, raw and erotic and I get off knowing I can have it with anyone I want . . . with the exception of her. Aspen. She walks into the club swaying those hips, instantly drawing my dick to attention. She's pure perfection. That is, until she opens that mouth, drawing me in, and for the first time in forever, I want something more than sex. I want her, and she hates it. Things get dirty. Dirty is what I like... it's how I live. But she's playing a game she can never win. . .

All six male strippers in one book. "You don't come to Walk of Shame unless you're looking to fulfill your darkest, wildest fantasies. This place is dirty. The boys are dirty and addictive..." Slade: The SEX ADDICT. I've been told it's a problem. I see it as a passion... something that I'm good at. And who stops something that they're good at? Hemy: The HEARTBREAKER. I've hurt the one person that means the most to me in life; the only woman I have ever loved. I let the drugs, alcohol and wildlife take over and consume me. I got her where I wanted her and ripped her heart out. Cale: The VIRGIN. With the exception of my tongue. The countless things I can do with my tongue are bound to leave you breathless and begging for more, but more... is something that I can't give. It's a choice. My choice. Stone: The GO GETTER. I set my sights on what I want and go after it. Not giving up easily is what I'm known for. Styx: The GIVER. Most would say of great orgasms and rough sex, but I have so much more to offer, and when I find the right one, I'm giving her everything that I have in me: my heart, my soul, and my life. Kash: The PROTECTOR. It runs deep in me. This need to dedicate myself to a woman and make her feel secure and cared for in every single way. Not just physically, but emotionally.

My name is Cale Kinley and I'm a virgin... Well, with the exception of my tongue. The countless things I can do with my tongue are bound to leave you breathless and begging for more, but more... is something that I can't give. It's a choice. My choice. There's a reason for that. A very good reason, and that reason is her. Riley. She's the only woman that I want to bury myself deep in. The one woman I have wanted since I was old enough to fu*k. I never got my chance though, because she left. She had no choice and it stung like hell. But I couldn't let her leave without telling her how I felt. I wanted her to be my first and I didn't give a shit how long I'd have to wait. It's been six years and now she's back and sexier than hell. Just the sight of her stops my heart from beating. I want her and for more than just having her as my first. I'm determined to have her in every way possible. She thinks this is still a game; that I've already given myself to countless women. What she doesn't know is that I have a lot of willpower. When I want something as badly as I want her, I don't let shit stand in my way. I'm going to prove that to her. There's just one little problem I need to take care of... him.

"A true 'Band of brothers' story"--Dust jacket.

Sexy, sweet, and emotional. Strung packs a punch straight to my heart.- Ilsa Madden-Mills, Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Micah Beck is tempting, talented and addictive to the last drop. Not to mention, he's completely confident in all that he does. Especially with those fingers and I can't deny that it's such a turn on. Micah is the last thing I expect to find wandering around my brother's beach house, naked, only wearing an acoustic guitar, but he's the first thing that has ever had me craving for just one 'anything goes' night. My plan was to come visit my brother for the summer and hopefully find a little inspiration for my book at my brother's bar on the beach. A little inspiration is more than what I get slapped with. Talk about wanting to make love to a voice. I never knew exactly what that meant until I heard Micah playing at Vortex, but now just the thought of anything that has to do with that man's tongue, leaves my whole body vibrating with a hunger I'm not sure I can fight. Just one taste. One night. No strings. I'm a liar if I said I thought that would be possible because if I thought his guitar playing abilities were hot, seeing him in charge, demanding orders at Vortex has me completely coming undone and about ready to fall at his feet and give him anything he desires, despite the fact that my brother warned us to stay away from each other. He's a master at getting whatever he wants with little or no effort at all and I can't help but to hope he wants me. Micah is cocky with a body that screams trouble with every rock-hard muscle. He's wrong in every way and... I'm completely strung.

My name is Stone Ridge and I'm a f*cking go getter... I set my sights on what I want and go after it. Not giving up easily is what I'm known for. Well... that and shaking my d*ck for money. I take pride in knowing I'm damn good at both. Screaming girls everywhere, willing to drop their panties for me and toss their money my way, yet there's only one girl that I can't get out of my f*cking head. Especially since she's my damn roommate. Sage Knox... Things were hot between us, both of us looking for the best f*cks of our lives; a way to have fun and get off without becoming attached. Until I decided that being attached to her is what I want. She pushed away, afraid of being hurt like she has been since the day her parents abandoned her and her brother Hemy. Every single person in her life has crushed her. I understand her worries and I'm willing to do anything now to take them all away. I'm making her mine one way or another... beginning with my damn body.

"The feeling I have in this very moment, after not seeing her for so long, will haunt me forever, reminding me why I left to begin with." For as long as I can remember, Easton Crews has been off-limits. As much as it kills me, that's never going to change. After his little disappearing act three years ago, then suddenly showing up out of nowhere, I shouldn't want anything to do with him. It doesn't matter how beautiful he still is. Or how close we once were. It shouldn't matter that my entire body lights on fire with need whenever he gets close. He chose the worst possible time to leave without so much as a goodbye. However, just like the first day he walked into our home, I'm drawn to him, needing him near me just as badly as I need air to breathe, and I can't stand it. I want to hate him. I know I should hate him. But hating him is the last thing he'll let me do. I push, he pulls harder, until I'm completely wrapped up in him, my mind lost in the one person who is forbidden-the one person I've always loved, even when he belonged to someone else. Easton was never meant to be mine. It took me years to come to terms with that and now that I finally have, he's here, right in front of me, more irresistible than ever. The part I fear the most about that-he's the one person capable of completely wrecking my world. "I'm not leaving until you take all of your hate out on me. Let me feel it. All of it. Every dirty look. Every nasty word. I will have it all before I leave. Stop hiding from me."