Bad at making decisions or bad at love? Either way, Kendall Blakemore doesn’t trust his judgment. He falls too hard, too fast, and always for the wrong guy. Needing a major shakeup, Kendall moves into his own place for the first time and seizes a new career opportunity. But everything he thought he wanted turns out to be the last thing he needs. When loneliness threatens to derail Kendall’s good behavior, he decides to rent out his spare bedroom. What could go wrong? Try a tenant who’s temptation incarnate.
Bad at commitment or born to roam? Either way, US Deputy Marshal Kurt Dandridge feels trapped. Maybe staying in one place for too long is the source of his unhappiness, or maybe it’s because he’s engaged to the wrong person. Finding his fiancé in bed with another man takes care of one problem but creates another. Ridge needs a place to live. He’d leave Savannah altogether if not for his vow to apprehend an elusive fugitive. Renting a room from Kendall Blakemore seems like the perfect solution until Ridge finds himself falling for the alluring man. Would one kiss derail his course? And could he stop at just one?
Hurts so good. Chemistry burns between them—hot, consuming, and impossible to ignore. And why should they? Kendall and Ridge are consenting adults who know the score. Being bad has never felt so good, but it’s a slippery slope to navigate. One misstep could have disastrous consequences for both men.
Bad at Love is a standalone novel within the Sinister in Savannah universe where both characters first appeared. It is not necessary to read that series first. Bad at Love is a romantic suspense that’s heavier on the romance than the suspense.
Title: Bad at Love
Authors: Aimee Nicole Walker
Length: approximately 100,000
Series: Standalone
Genre: Contemporary, Mystery/Suspense
Tropes: hurt/comfort, opposites attract, and forced proximity.
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Ridge pushed a glass of milk toward him, but Kendall waved it off.
“Not choking, just clumsy.”
“Doubt it,” Ridge said. “I watched you glide to my table.”
“It was more of a saunter.”
“It was graceful and fluid.” Ridge’s eyes darkened, and Kendall was quite sure of the direction his thoughts had gone.
Damn it. Kendall’s mind followed down the same path. He’d definitely invite his fist to the slumber party when he got home. He needed to head in that direction and catch as much sleep as possible, but thoughts of never seeing Ridge again kept his ass planted firmly in the chair.
“What sorrows are you trying to drown in a plate of wings?” Kendall asked, hoping to steer the conversation in a safer direction.
“I feel like this is all give and take here,” Ridge replied. “I’m doing all the giving while you’re lying back and…” His cheeks turned bright pink. “That wasn’t very appropriate.”
“Please,” Kendall said, casually waving him off as if his dick weren’t stiffening in his spandex boy shorts. No, he wasn’t imagining himself at the mercy of Ridge’s big body as he rammed into him over and over.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Kendall met his gaze once more. “Really? That’s the cheesiest pickup line ever. It’s almost a dad joke.”
Ridge winced. “Ouch.”
“Sorry.” Kendall took a deep breath. “You have a deal, but you’re going first. Spill.”
“I caught my fiancé in bed with his boss about twenty minutes ago.”
Whoa. “Seriously?”
“Uh-huh.” Ridge’s lips curved upward at the corners.
“And you’re smiling?” Kendall couldn’t imagine something so awful.
Ridge tilted his head for a second as if considering his circumstances. “Yeah, I am. The asshole did me a favor. I mean, I’m not thrilled about finding a new place to live, and I’m going to miss Sammy.”
“Who’s that?”
“Todd’s cat.”
“Todd, huh?” Kendall asked. “That’s the male equivalent of Karen.”
Ridge laughed. “So it is.” He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “I really loved that cat.”
Kendall leaned closer. “Want someone to steal the cat for you? I’m not qualified, but I know a guy who knows several guys.”
Ridge assessed him through narrowed eyes. “You really are trouble.”
Sighing, Kendall said, “I don’t try to be.”
“It just comes naturally?”
“Something like that.”
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