The draft of JOY STICK is done! I can’t wait for you all to meet sexy, growly Max Summers on May 1st! Here’s the prologue!
Here’s something I want to know. Why the fuck does the term guilty pleasure even exist? If something brings you pleasure, don’t feel guilty.
But let’s just be perfectly clear—I’m not talking about stuff a dude should feel ten tons of remorse about. Like, being a dick to your boss or cheating on your woman. If that kind of shit brings you pleasure, then may all the guilt from the skies rain down on you, along with golfball-sized hail and toads too.
What I don’t get is why people feel bad about the good stuff in life they enjoy. Buying that pool table just because it looks fucking awesome in your living room. Or drinking the eighteen-year-old Scotch one night after a long day fixing an engine on a Mustang, instead of waiting for a special occasion to crack open the bottle.
Life is short. Savor it now.
Hell, if it floats your boat to sink into a steaming hot bubble bath every so often, then turn the water up high and toss a bath bomb into the claw-foot tub.
Not that I do that. Hell, I don’t even know what a bath bomb is. And I absolutely, positively did not use the zingy lemongrass scented one the other night. The type that fizzes. I don’t have a clue why it’s missing from the cabinet.
Let’s just talk about something else besides guilty pleasure bubble baths, OK?
In any case, I say indulge.
Yeah, my pool table rocks, and so does the Scotch. But hands down, my favorite indulgence happens to be the one-night stand.
What? Like that’s such a crime? Nothing wrong with a night of round-the-clock fun of the X-rated variety. Besides, when I take a woman home for a one-and-done fiesta of five-star fucking, I’m honest about my intentions. I never promise more than I can deliver. But what I do serve up—in extra large quantities, thank you very much—is a fantastic time between the sheets with no strings attached when the sun comes up.
I’ve never felt guilty about this pleasure either, and that’s because I maintain a few key guidelines when it comes to my favorite horizontal hobby.
Don’t be an asshole.
Always be a gentleman.
And never sleep with the enemy.
Now, about that last rule . . . don’t break it. Don’t bend it. Don’t even dip your toe on the other side.
Trust me on this.
As soon as I realized I wanted a whole helluva lot more than one time with a certain sexy brunette, I went on to shatter that last guideline in spectacular fashion. That’s how I wound up on the side of the road with a brand new tattoo, a wrecked electric blue roadster, and a pet monkey to show for it.
Yes, I said pet monkey.
And that’s a big fucking problem for the King of Pleasure.
A #1 New York Times Bestselling, #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling, and #1 Audible Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s sweet, sexy and witty. She also writes red-hot, sexy romance and USA Today bestselling LGBTQ romance. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 100 times, with more than 50 titles on the USA Today Bestsellers list alone. She’s sold more than 4.5 million books. She likes dogs, cake and show tunes…