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Close. We’re all so close.
We come apart together, holding on to each other, riding the waves of release, sliding together like water.
“Love you,” I manage as we slowly stop moving. “Love you both.”
“You’re ours,” Jet says, kissing my neck. “We’re yours.”
My Candy Boys.
JO SAYS…
This book is a spin-off of MICAH (Damage Control 1). If you read MICAH, you probably remember that Evangeline (Evie) has a brother called Joel, and that Joel has a mysterious roommate named Jethro… Well, this is the story of Joel and Jethro and the girl who gets them both… in every way.
You don’t need to read MICAH or any other book to enjoy this one. Candy Boys is a true standalone.
Now if you’re wondering whether there will be more books like this one to come… What kind of books I mean? Well, funny, sexy, with plenty of boy torture and boy-on-boy action. That kind.
The answer is… maybe? If you like this one, and I get plenty of reviews telling me to write more like this, then why not? I loved writing this book. It was fun. So if you want more, just let me know. I love hearing from readers.
I hope you have enjoyed Candy Boys. I really loved writing this book—then again, writing is always a pleasure for me, so that’s not a shocker…
Another book I love very much is RIOT (Bad Boy Escorts) about an escort with a heart of gold and a damaged girl who falls for him. Like Candy Boys, it has its funny and its dark moments and quite a lot of suspense.
It’s a standalone full-length novel as well, although it may turn into a series someday.
Here is RIOT. Enjoy!
RIOT
(Bad Boy Escorts)
By Jo Raven
Chapter One
Paxtyn
Can’t believe I’m doing this. Can’t believe I’m waiting in a hotel lobby for a man I don’t know, and even less why.
That’s it. I’ve officially gone off the deep end.
Wait a minute. I do know a thing or two about him. For one, I know his name. And his face, from the picture on the website.
Most importantly, I know what he is: an employee of Bad Boy Escorts. A guy for whose company I’ll soon be paying good money.
Which brings me to the why and the craziness of it. But I don’t want to think about this right now, because I might chicken out and run along home. Corey, my bestie, will never let me live it down. You see, he’s already told me many times over that this is crazy, that I am crazy, and that things don’t work in the real world the way they do in my messed-up mind.
He’s probably right.
Oh God, what am I doing? What the hell am I doing?
Grabbing my purse from the seat next to me, I push to my feet and totter across the lobby in my high-heeled boots. It’s raining outside. A cold breeze slithers around me, and I shiver, pulling my coat closed with a shaky hand.
I halt.
Someone has just walked inside, a tall guy in a leather jacket. He shakes himself like a dog, dark hair flying, raining droplets all around. I hiss when one lands on my face.
He looks up, and I freeze on the spot.
