Bad Boy by Janet Elizabeth Henderson

Author:Janet Elizabeth Henderson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic comedy, series romance, Scottish romance, Sports romance, alpha hero, contemporary romance, Historical Scottish romance, Single parent, single mother, small town romance, humorous fiction, English humour, English fiction, Women's fiction, sports hero
Publisher: janet elizabeth henderson
Published: 2015-11-14T05:00:00+00:00

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"I like the comfort of jeans, and the elegance of a suit. But above all, I love the sensuality and sexuality that emanates from leather. It multiplies one's sensations tenfold."

Emmanuel Petit, former French national player

How was it possible to crave a woman so badly after just a few kisses? Flynn suspected it was a case of reverse psychology. Ever since Abby had declared they couldn’t touch, all Flynn could think about was touching. Touching, tasting, teasing...aye, he was going crazy with the images inside his head.

He’d thought a swim in the freezing waters of the loch would help take his mind off Abby. Instead, all it achieved was to make his unused muscles ache. He’d pushed himself too hard, forgetting his body didn’t work the way it used to. And now he was paying for it. His leg felt like it was on fire, and it took all his effort not to strike out at anyone who crossed his path. After a lifetime having absolute confidence in his own body, the weakness he felt was humiliating. He hated the fact his body had let him down. Hated it wasn’t perfect. Hated it all.

He opened the cabinet above his kitchen sink and pulled out the medication he’d been given. It was a combination painkiller and muscle relaxant. He’d been loath to take it, but now he had no choice. It was take the pills or spend the rest of the day in bed suffering.

“You in there?” A voice broke into his thoughts.

“No.” What did a man have to do to get some peace?

“Flynn?” It was Megan.

“I don’t have time for another lecture on how I’m screwing up everyone’s lives. Come back another day.” He was busy. He’d planned on spending the afternoon staring out at the garden, where the goat was currently eating his shirt, all the while brooding about having to keep his hands off Abby.

“That wasn’t me,” Megan said. “It was the rest of the family, remember? I’m on your side. I’m happy to support your screwed-up life.”

“Thanks.” Flynn swallowed the pills.

“Can you come out here? I need to talk to you.”

“No.”

“Flynn, stop being a grumpy old man. You really need to be out here for this.”

Damn, he didn’t like the sound of that. He limped towards the door, wondering why he’d fired his physio. He’d done it in anger straight after he’d gotten the word the club was letting him go. He hadn’t seen the point of physiotherapy when he’d never play again. Now he kind of thought it might be nice to have help to just bloody walk without being in agony.

“What is it?” He threw the door open and gawked.

Megan was grinning up at him and she was flanked by two ugly-as-sin donkeys. They looked to be about a hundred years old. Their ribs were showing and they were obviously depressed. Suddenly Eeyore made perfect sense. Megan held the reins out towards him.

“Claire said you’re taking in animals. So here you are. This is Derek and this is Boris.

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