Good girl, bad boy, opposites spark like wildfire.
If you had to pick three words to describe Daisy and Raphael, what would they be for each?
Daisy (Bronwen): prim, proper, rule-breaker
Raphael: reckless, loyal, playboy
What was the most difficult thing about writing this book?
The most difficult was Raphael’s occupation. I love comedians. I love watching stand-up. I’m not a humor writer, but had to try to make him not suck at his job. That was really hard.
What’s next for your writing?
I’m working on a trilogy that I love with all of my heart. What Was Perfect is Isabella’s story. What Was Lost is Jake’s Story. What Was True is their story. They meet when their twelve and thirteen. The trilogy follows their story over twenty plus years.
When you’re not writing, we can find you…
Dating. For 2019 I vowed to go on #50firstdates. I think I’m up to number sixteen. The whole saga is detailed on my website: http://www.joliemoore.com/50firstdates/ in weekly installments. Dating has taught me that real life is stranger than fiction.
About Taming the Bad Boy
Publication Date: April 30, 2019
Page Count: 295
Fans of Kennedy Ryan, Sarina Bowen, and Sarah Mayberry will love the emotional roller coaster ride of Taming the Bad Boy.
USA Today Bestselling author, Maggie Marr calls Taming the Bad Boy a story that ‘feels rich and real.”
Early reviewers love this romance with a hero and heroine who are ‘realistic and flawed.’
From up here on stage, I can see her. Even with her First Lady hair and Sunday school shoes, I can’t take my eyes off of her.
The music starts. I swing my hips to the thumping bass. Oh, so slowly I slip one button through a hole, then another, then another. I ease the black silk from my shoulders and toss it right toward her.
I watch her pale glossy lips form a big ‘O’ before she catches it like a major league baller. The flashing lights blind me. Between beats, I can see her blue eyes zeroed in below my waist.
I know what she wants. I give it to her. With a zip and a tug, the leather pants join the rest of my clothes. In my skin tight briefs, I dance just for her. With the last chord of the song, the stage goes dark.
I know when the lights come up again, another guy will be dancing in my place because this is my last time. I’m not doing this ever again. It’s too bad I didn’t get her name. I really liked that shirt. But not enough to go back and claim it.
If she wants me bad enough, she’ll have to find me.
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