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Badass by Alana Albertson, Linda Barlow Publication Date: May 12, 2015 Genres: Action / Adventure, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance
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Badass: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance
I f**ked a SEAL—the human kind, the kind who shoots terrorists, sports rock hard abs and tattooed biceps, and scores an easy lay with every girl he ever wants. I should’ve known better. I should be studying harbor seals’ breeding habits, not conducting my own research into mating rituals of the Navy variety. He’s a jackass. An arrogant, womanizing, patronizing, Harley-riding jerk. A one-night stand. One night of the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. Shane is trained to kill with his bare hands in 300 different ways—and he knows 300 ways to f**k me, too. Now my father is engaged to his mother. And we’re heading to Mexico for the wedding. The prick is blackmailing me. He’s threatening to ruin their big day if I don’t surrender to his demands. Quit is not in his vocabulary. I hate him, but I know he’ll never give up until he gets everything he wants. Screw that! I won’t give up—I’ll never submit to America’s cockiest badass.
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About Alana Albertson

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Alana Albertson is the President of RWA Contemporary Romance Writers, former President of RWA's Young Adult and Chick Lit chapters, and the founder of Academe Advantage, a college admissions & test preparation company. Alana Albertson holds a Masters of Education from Harvard University and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford University. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two young sons, and four dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through Pugs N Roses, the rescue she founded, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.

About Linda Barlow

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Linda Barlow is the author of 25 novels, with more on the way. She lives in New England with her mysterious spouse (who sleeps during the day, which has often made her wonder if he's a vampire) and their equally enigmatic and nocturnal cat. Linda has written in various genres, including historical and contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, New Adult romance, family sagas, and general mainstream fiction. Publishers have included Doubleday, Dell, Penguin, Warner Books, Hachette, New American Library/Signet, Berkley/Putnam, Silhouette and Harlequin. Linda is a USA Today bestselling author. She's proud to have earned a few awards over the years, including the Rita from Romance Writers of America for Leaves of Fortune; New Historical Novelist of the year from Romantic Times for Fires of Destiny; and a Career Achievement award from RT.
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EXCERPT ONE

I pulled her to me, her thin dress clung to her body and I despite my anger, my only thought was ripping off her panties and taking her right there in the strand. She attempted to jerk away, her nostrils flared.
“When did you know? My mom had never shown you a picture of her son? Or mentioned my name?”
“No, I didn’t know. She said her son was a SEAL. You lied to me about what you did for a living. And even if I had known, which I didn’t, I had no way of contacting you. I gave you my number, but you didn’t call.”
“I’ve been deployed. We can’t text during firefights, despite what you see in the movies.” But even if I hadn’t been deployed, I would never have called her. We were too different—way too different.
“For the record, Shane the SEAL, the only reason I agreed to leave the restaurant with you was to set down some rules.”
 “Rules?” I laughed openly at her. “You’re giving me rules?”
“Yes. We will inevitably see each other at family events. You and me, whatever the hell it was, can never happen again. And Dad and Molly can never find out. Promise me you won’t say anything.”
I laughed. “Listen, sweetheart. If I want to fuck you, and you want me, which you do, nothing is gonna stop me.”
I wasn’t done talking to her yet. I grabbed her hand and we continued down the beach.
“Dammit, the only reason I’m not running away from you is because I’m not leaving until you swear to me that you won’t tell your mom about that night. Or anyone else.”
I released her hand and playfully pinched her. “What makes you think I haven’t bragged about you yet? Our night was epic.”
“So the rumors I’ve heard about SEALs are true—you guys are a bunch of misogynist pricks who can’t keep your mouths shut about anything.”
My Teammate Kyle noticed my return first. “Is this the redhead you won’t shut up about?”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “Sure is. Cassie, meet my buddy Kyle. I just found out that Cassie is going to be my stepsister.”
A look of horror flashed on her face and she clutched her stomach.
Kyle let out a deep laugh. “Stepsister? That’s a good one, Tyler. Laugh my fucking ass off. Let me know how that works out for you.”
One of the recruit’s eyes lifted toward Cassie, a full body eye fuck.
“Hey Pinhead, are you checking out my stepsister?”
“No, Instructor Tyler.”
“You calling me a goddamn liar? Get in plank.”
The guy dropped into the sand. I grabbed a hose and blasted him with water. Fuck him, no one was gonna look at Cassie while I was around.
“If your body isn’t straight, put your ass in the air.” I yelled at the motherfucker. But I wished Cassie were the one writhing in the sand, her ass in the air as I took her from behind.
EXCERPT TWO
 EXCERPT TWO
“Shane, this is Henry. And his daughter, Cassie.”
“Nice to meet you, Henry.” I shook Henry’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, son.”
I walked around the table to Cassie and kissed her on the cheek. “Pleasure to meet you,” I said out loud. Then I whispered under my breath, “I can’t wait to fuck you again.” She bit her lip and her chin quivered.
Fucking hot. She looked even sexier than I remembered. Her skin was tanner, her hair longer, her lips fuller. The image of her riding my cock, her face flushed with pleasure flashed through my mind.
What were the odds? There were hundreds of thousands of chicks in San Diego and I happen to find and fuck the daughter of my mom’s boyfriend. Guess both Cassie and her dad liked to go slumming.
One of the Victorian carolers the Del hired was singing “Deck the Halls” with her hands in a fur muff—they only muff I wanted to put my hands in was Cassie’s.
Fuck—I had wished to see her again, but not like this. Though I had it admit, I found this whole situation funny as shit.
I pulled the chair out next to Cassie and grabbed the menu. Cassie’s ears were turning red. The tablecloth covered our legs, and my hand clamped down on her thigh. I was making her uncomfortable. As for me, I was just happy to be sitting next to the girl who had starred in my fantasies for the last nine months.
A waiting waitress ran over. “Can I get you something?”
My mom interjected. “Oh, I don’t think he can stay very long.”
I had no intention of exiting this scene early. I texted my instructor buddy Pat to tell him I was taking a dinner break. “No mom, actually I’m starving. I’ll have the New York Strip, medium rare and a martini. Make it dirty.”

  TW
It was as if I was seeing everything through wavy glass. Or through a face mask at 50 feet below the surface where the depth of the water makes everything a little too dark. Shane, the man I had stranger-fucked or maybe hate-fucked. Whom I’d stupidly given my number to. Who’d never called, never texted.
Shane the asshole, Shane the dick. Shane the bad boy stud who still made guest appearances in my most erotic dreams.
Through my fog, I was a little slow to get it. Shane wasn’t just strolling through the restaurant, maybe checking out the chicks for his next mark. He was here, with us, being introduced as if Molly knew him. Which, of course, she did. As his blue eyes burned into mine, I saw how similar those eyes were to Molly’s blues. And his mouth—god damn, it was her mouth. Shane was Molly’s son.
My stomach lurched in horror. I had had sex with Molly’s son. Molly was with my Dad now. So that was—Jesus, I didn’t know exactly what that was, but it was enough to make my head swim and my eyes glass over.
What if they found out? I had to keep it together. If I passed out here at the table, everybody would know something was wrong.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. How had this happened? I’d fucked exactly one man in the past year and he’d been Molly’s son?
And Shane, I’d learned during the meal that the jerk had showed up so late for, was a Navy SEAL. Which must be one of the reasons why she’d been so happy to meet my dad. Her son was located in San Diego with his Team. San Diego was where he lived and worked and preyed on foolish women like me.
“Would you like another drink?” the server asked me.
My glass wasn’t entirely empty, but I gulped the rest of now. “Please.” My voice didn’t sound like me. My heart was pounding so hard I could hardly speak.
He had kissed my cheek! I was still burning from the brief contact. Pretending he didn’t know me, huh?
God, I was so tempted to blurt something out to prove that he did know me. He knew my whole damn body. I had an image of him looming over me, his pecs bulging as he held his weight on his raised arms and thrust his hips against mine while I writhed beneath him, driven into a frenzy by the quick, hard pressure of his cock.But I controlled myself before I could make some wiseass remark that might reveal the whole messed-up situation. How bad was it? Shane and I had fucked once. Well, maybe it had been more like four times, plus a couple of blowjobs and some other stuff. It had been a busy night.











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