Broken Rebel is the newest standalone in the Lawless Kings Series
by Sherilee Grey releasing on October 10th.
by Sherilee Grey releasing on October 10th.
Read a snippet of Broken Rebel
The underwear I’d selected were lace, sheer, and hid nothing. I knew the minute he got an eyeful of my surprise when he growled, and the fork he’d finally picked up clattered to the breakfast bar.
“Ruby,” he choked out.
“Hmm?”
His boots thudded against the hardwood floor again as he moved toward me, then he was there, staring down at me, not even trying to pretend he wasn’t looking where he was looking. Exactly where I wanted him to look.
“You shaved?”
I shivered at the rough edge to his voice and shook my head. “Waxed.” Sliding my fingers down the front, I pushed my underwear down, just a little. “See? Can’t get much smoother than that.” I pulled my hand free and propped it back behind my head.
He didn’t move.
“Um . . . Neco?”
“Yeah?” His voice was so deep, it vibrated right through me.
“You’re blocking the TV.”
His eyes lifted to mine—oh yeah, he was affected—then back down. His hand shot out and without a word, he grabbed the remote and flicked off the TV.
“Hey, I was watching that.”
He still didn’t speak, his big hand dropping to my belly, to the exposed strip of skin there, his fingers rough as they coasted across—then down.
One broad finger dipped below the lace, like mine had, and moved back and forth. My breath hitched when he hooked the top and tugged the elastic down so he could get a better look.
He growled, and that finger dipped lower still, then finally slid directly over the plain black heart inked there.
I held my breath.
“When did you get this?”
It was time, and suddenly I didn’t feel quite so confident.
Shoving aside my nerves, I stared up at him, watching him study the small heart. “On my eighteenth birthday.” I took a steadying breath and carried on. “The one under it . . . on my seventeenth.”
His finger didn’t stop sliding gently over my skin, but his eyes lifted to mine. “Under it?”
“Yeah.” I licked my dry lips.
“You covered it?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Why?”
“You ever heard of a purity ring?”
He frowned.
“Some people make the decision to hold off on having sex, you know, hold out for the right guy, husband . .. . whatever .. . . and they wear a gold ring. It’s a symbol of their commitment to stay pure for their future partner, and I guess so everyone knows that’s how they feel.”
“Okay,” he said, voice gruff.
“Well, what’s under the heart was kind of mine.” I forced myself to go on. “You remember Kimba?”
“Your crazy-ass friend in high school?”
“Yep, the very one.” That made me smile. “We were drinking, celebrating my birthday. She wanted to go out, find some guys to hook up with. She thought it was time to punch my V card.”
His eyes darkened, nose flaring. He didn’t like that idea. Not one bit.
I pushed on. “I didn’t agree. I convinced her to come with me to get new ink.” I motioned the heart he was still stroking, every swipe lifting goose bumps over my whole body. “It was the second tattoo I got.” Exactly a year after I got the Superman symbol representing Neco and what he meant to me. “My own version of a purity ring.”
He frowned harder. “Why’d you cover it?”
“A year after I got it, I realized I was wasting my time, my life, and decided to cover it and move on.”
He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple sliding up and down his throat. “You were still a virgin?”
“Yes.” My pulse started racing like crazy.
The hand not touching me was curled in a fist, veins, tendons, and muscles bulging. “When did you lose it?”
“Same night I got the heart.” I bit my lip. “Just some random guy, so I could get it over and done with.”
Another swipe of his finger. “What was it?”
“What was what?” I knew exactly what he was asking. I was stalling.
“The ink.”
“It was script.” My heart was going to beat out of my chest.
“What did it say?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Neco.”
His finger stilled, and his massive chest started pumping, nostrils flaring . . .
Then he just .. . . dropped to his knees, cursing rough and low. A second later, his lips were pressed against the small black heart as he gripped the sides of my thong and dragged them down my legs.
“Ruby,” he choked out.
“Hmm?”
His boots thudded against the hardwood floor again as he moved toward me, then he was there, staring down at me, not even trying to pretend he wasn’t looking where he was looking. Exactly where I wanted him to look.
“You shaved?”
I shivered at the rough edge to his voice and shook my head. “Waxed.” Sliding my fingers down the front, I pushed my underwear down, just a little. “See? Can’t get much smoother than that.” I pulled my hand free and propped it back behind my head.
He didn’t move.
“Um . . . Neco?”
“Yeah?” His voice was so deep, it vibrated right through me.
“You’re blocking the TV.”
His eyes lifted to mine—oh yeah, he was affected—then back down. His hand shot out and without a word, he grabbed the remote and flicked off the TV.
“Hey, I was watching that.”
He still didn’t speak, his big hand dropping to my belly, to the exposed strip of skin there, his fingers rough as they coasted across—then down.
One broad finger dipped below the lace, like mine had, and moved back and forth. My breath hitched when he hooked the top and tugged the elastic down so he could get a better look.
He growled, and that finger dipped lower still, then finally slid directly over the plain black heart inked there.
I held my breath.
“When did you get this?”
It was time, and suddenly I didn’t feel quite so confident.
Shoving aside my nerves, I stared up at him, watching him study the small heart. “On my eighteenth birthday.” I took a steadying breath and carried on. “The one under it . . . on my seventeenth.”
His finger didn’t stop sliding gently over my skin, but his eyes lifted to mine. “Under it?”
“Yeah.” I licked my dry lips.
“You covered it?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Why?”
“You ever heard of a purity ring?”
He frowned.
“Some people make the decision to hold off on having sex, you know, hold out for the right guy, husband . .. . whatever .. . . and they wear a gold ring. It’s a symbol of their commitment to stay pure for their future partner, and I guess so everyone knows that’s how they feel.”
“Okay,” he said, voice gruff.
“Well, what’s under the heart was kind of mine.” I forced myself to go on. “You remember Kimba?”
“Your crazy-ass friend in high school?”
“Yep, the very one.” That made me smile. “We were drinking, celebrating my birthday. She wanted to go out, find some guys to hook up with. She thought it was time to punch my V card.”
His eyes darkened, nose flaring. He didn’t like that idea. Not one bit.
I pushed on. “I didn’t agree. I convinced her to come with me to get new ink.” I motioned the heart he was still stroking, every swipe lifting goose bumps over my whole body. “It was the second tattoo I got.” Exactly a year after I got the Superman symbol representing Neco and what he meant to me. “My own version of a purity ring.”
He frowned harder. “Why’d you cover it?”
“A year after I got it, I realized I was wasting my time, my life, and decided to cover it and move on.”
He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple sliding up and down his throat. “You were still a virgin?”
“Yes.” My pulse started racing like crazy.
The hand not touching me was curled in a fist, veins, tendons, and muscles bulging. “When did you lose it?”
“Same night I got the heart.” I bit my lip. “Just some random guy, so I could get it over and done with.”
Another swipe of his finger. “What was it?”
“What was what?” I knew exactly what he was asking. I was stalling.
“The ink.”
“It was script.” My heart was going to beat out of my chest.
“What did it say?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Neco.”
His finger stilled, and his massive chest started pumping, nostrils flaring . . .
Then he just .. . . dropped to his knees, cursing rough and low. A second later, his lips were pressed against the small black heart as he gripped the sides of my thong and dragged them down my legs.
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WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT BROKEN REBEL
Broken Rebel is an intense, ultra-sexy standalone novel set in the world of the Lawless Kings. Sherilee Gray’s raw, hard, beautiful, deeply-emotional voice will leave you breathless long after the last page.
“Shattered King is a sexy, beautiful second chance love story... a truly enjoyable read.” - Sawyer Bennett, New York Times bestselling author
"Raw, gritty, and full of supercharged sexual tension...SHATTERED KING will break you into pieces right before it stitches you back together again." -Diana Gardin, author of SWORN TO PROTECT, Rescue OP's Series
Broken Rebel is an intense, ultra-sexy standalone novel set in the world of the Lawless Kings. Sherilee Gray’s raw, hard, beautiful, deeply-emotional voice will leave you breathless long after the last page.
“Shattered King is a sexy, beautiful second chance love story... a truly enjoyable read.” - Sawyer Bennett, New York Times bestselling author
"Raw, gritty, and full of supercharged sexual tension...SHATTERED KING will break you into pieces right before it stitches you back together again." -Diana Gardin, author of SWORN TO PROTECT, Rescue OP's Series
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Sherilee Gray is a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful New Zealand with her husband and their two children. When she isn't writing sexy, edgy contemporary romance, searching for her next alpha hero on Pinterest, or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other. Visit Sherilee at www.sherileegray.com.
