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<\/p>\nAre you ready to get Dirty?<\/p>\n
Dirty is Book One in Kylie Scott\u2019s Dive Bar Series.<\/p>\n
Meet Vaughn & Lydia on April 19th!<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n Heavy footsteps roused me from my stupor. I don\u2019t know how long exactly I\u2019d been sitting in the bathtub, staring off at nothing, pondering the catastrophe my life had become. Couldn\u2019t have been too long since sunlight still lit the room.<\/span><\/p>\n The footsteps came closer and closer. And then they entered the room. Oh, shit. I froze, not even daring to breathe. There was a loud yawn, followed by the cracking of joints. Then a large hand reached in beside the closed shower curtain and turned on the tap. A torrent of ice cold water poured down. It was like a billion itty-bitty knives stabbing at my skin. All of the scratches and raw patches from earlier stung like shit. I gritted my teeth, shoulders hiked up to around my ears as if that would provide any protection.<\/span><\/p>\n Yep, I sat there, all huddled up, listening to the man take a leak.<\/span><\/p>\n Awesome. Just plain awesome.<\/span><\/p>\n Wasn\u2019t like I could jump out and interrupt the man midflow. And say what? I knew this was not a good situation to get caught in.<\/span><\/p>\n Normal, rational people didn\u2019t do this sort of thing. I didn\u2019t even have a criminal record, had never particularly done anything outlandish or interesting until now. This was all Chris\u2019s fault, the bastard. I\u2019d just have to make the best of it and hope this guy had a sense of humor.<\/span><\/p>\n Just as the water began to warm, he flushed the john and freezing cold water drenched me anew. I\u2019d been about to open my mouth and announce my presence, but that put an end to that. Needles of icy cold water pelted down on my skin. I fucking froze. Teeth gritted, I suppressed a squeal of pain and rage.<\/span><\/p>\n Then the shower curtain flew back.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cShit!\u201d The man was very tall, very naked, and very surprised. He stumbled back a step, a hand clutching at the bench behind him, eyes furious and wide. \u201cWhat the hell?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Good question.<\/span><\/p>\n I opened my mouth, closed it. Language skills had apparently abandoned me. In total silence, the man and I stared at each other.<\/span><\/p>\n Even with no clothing to take cues from, the dude was clearly the epitome of cool. He looked about my age, or maybe a little older. He had longish red-blond hair, dark blue eyes set in an angular face, a lean but muscular torso covered in tattoos, and a rather large cock. Not that I meant to check him out, it\u2019s just kind of hard to ignore a penis and scrotum when they\u2019re dangling right in front of your face. I tilted my head, trying to get some perspective. Every viewpoint, however, was equally shocking. There was dick as far as the eye could see.<\/span><\/p>\n And I should stop ogling him. Right.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHi.\u201d With a calm I didn\u2019t even vaguely feel, I reached up and turned off the tap. Much better. His monster penis had momentarily derailed me, but I was back on track now. Time to talk myself out of this mess. \u201cHey.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat the fuck are you doing in my house?\u201d he asked flatly.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cRight. Well . . .\u201d I neatly tucked my dripping-wet shoulder-length blond hair back behind my ears. As if that would help. My winged eyeliner and false lashes were probably halfway down my cheeks. \u201cI, um, I . . .\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m Lydia,\u201d I said, the first thing to come to mind.<\/span><\/p>\n No reply. His handsome face, however, took on a distinctly pissy expression. Even his strawberry-blond hair seemed a fiery hue. Fine, so we weren\u2019t swapping names and getting cozy. Fair enough. You wouldn\u2019t believe how hard it was, keeping my eyes on his face. The struggle was real. It might have been due to my not seeing one in so long, but his dick seemed almost hypnotic. The thing had magical powers, I swear. It was so big and mobile, subtly swaying every time he moved. My gaze kept darting down despite my best efforts.<\/span><\/p>\n Finally he put me out of my misery, grabbing a towel off a nearby rack and wrapping it around his waist. It made for quite the hot-looking miniskirt. Not just any man could have pulled off such a look.<\/span><\/p>\n But back to my explanations.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAh, firstly, I\u2019d just like to say sorry about this.\u201d I waved a hand at him and his bathroom and, well everything, really. \u201cFor any inconvenience I might have caused here in your bathroom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The guy stood tall, looming over me with his hands on hips. Tattoos covered his arms to his wrists. Still, he had a whole lot of sinew on show. Definitely not the kind of man you\u2019d want to mess with. Dude could probably snap me in half in a second. I bet he was a tattoo model, or a biker, or a pirate, or something. Something a lot hot and more than a little scary.<\/span><\/p>\n Shit. I really should have chosen another house.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t normally break into people\u2019s places and hide out in their tub,\u201d I babbled, on the verge of incoherency. \u201cSo I\u2019m really sorry. Seriously. So very sorry. But you\u2019ve got a lovely home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThat so?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNot that, I mean, that\u2019s not why I\u2019m here. I just . . .\u201d Fucking hell, my mind was a disaster. I took a deep breath, letting it out nice and slow, before trying again. \u201cI love the old Arts and Crafts bungalows, don\u2019t you? They have such soul.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n His brows drew tight. \u201cAre you high? What the fuck are you on?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNothing!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou haven\u2019t been popping any pills or snorting something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo, I swear.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNothing to drink?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI haven\u2019t had anything,\u201d I said, but the suspicion and anger still lined his face. Paired with the stubble on his chin and the shadows beneath his eyes, my unwilling host was one tired, cranky man. Couldn\u2019t really blame him.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSo you\u2019re completely sober,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cCompletely.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n A pause.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re thinking I\u2019m bat-shit crazy now, aren\u2019t you?\u201d I asked, despite the answer sitting plain as day on his pretty face.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cPretty much, yeah.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Oh, god. \u201cI\u2019m not. I\u2019m sane.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou sure about that?\u201d He looked down the long line of his nose at me, distinctly unimpressed. \u201cSeen a lot of weird shit in my years. Stuff like you wouldn\u2019t believe. But I got to tell you, right now, this . . . you, are taking the cake.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cGreat.\u201d And I was so definitely probably going to jail. Someone ought to give me a cookie. My ability to take a bad situation and make it worse today was amazing.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou touch any of my stuff?\u201d he asked. \u201cTake anything?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, your sofa is cunningly hidden down the front of my dress. You won\u2019t believe where I fit the TV.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Again, his eyes narrowed dangerously. \u201cBetween you and me, probably not the time to be funny, babe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Crap. \u201cSorry. I\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t mean that. You have every right to be mad.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDamn right, I do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I nodded, contrite. \u201cI haven\u2019t touched any of your things.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The dude just stood there, staring. Lots going on behind his eyes. None of which I could read.<\/span><\/p>\n A stray tear trickled down my face. It must have saved itself up just for the occasion. Gah. How pathetic. I sniffled, brushing it off hurriedly with the back of my hand.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cFuck\u2019s sake,\u201d he muttered.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI really am sorry about this. The truth is, I just needed somewhere to hide for a little while. I didn\u2019t mean to freak you out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n He sighed. It wasn\u2019t a happy sound. \u201cLydia?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d Despite my best efforts, my voice trembled slightly.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLook at me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I did so. He still looked cranky and crazy cool while I remained a hot mess.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m Vaughan,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHi.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n He tipped his chin and silence fell between us once more.<\/span><\/p>\n With the tip of his tongue rubbing at his upper lip, he looked at the wide open window, and then back at me. Yep, that\u2019s how I\u2019d gotten in. Houdini had nothing on my mad skills.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you doing in my house, Lydia? The truth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s kind of a long story, actually.\u201d Along with being excruciatingly embarrassing. But then, what wasn\u2019t about this day?<\/span><\/p>\n Vaughan crossed his arms over his wide chest and waited me out while I fussed with my ruined skirts and tried to come up with a way to spin the story to not make me look a complete fool. Christ, the holes in my stockings were huge. On one side, my entire foot stuck out. So screwed.<\/span><\/p>\n Vaughan crouched by the side of the tub, resting his arms on the side. Up close the shadows under his eyes seemed even bigger and darker against his pale skin. And there were bags big enough to use as carry-ons. Despite the strong lines of his lean face, the man looked done-in. Ready to sleep for a hundred years.<\/span><\/p>\n I knew that feeling.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLooks like a wedding dress,\u201d he said quietly.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, it is. I was going to get married today.\u201d I took a deep breath, wiping my face with my hands. Just as expected, my palms came away smeared with black eye makeup. \u201cAh, boy. I must look a wreck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Without comment, Vaughan reached out and grabbed a towel, handing it to me. It was sort of threadbare, old. Dated like the rest of the house. I hadn\u2019t seen more than one room, but real estate agents got a feel for these sort of things. Minimal upkeep for the past five or so years would have been my guess. Perhaps it\u2019d even been left empty. Bushes out front hid the house from view, so I\u2019d never gotten a good look at it before.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d I patted myself dry with the towel as best I could. What remained of my beautiful dress was a sopping wet ruin. \u201cI\u2019m sorry I broke into your house, Vaughan. I swear I don\u2019t normally do this sort of thing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d he said, his voice deep. \u201cFigured as much. Where\u2019d you come from?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThe big house at the back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n His brow wrinkled. \u201cYou climbed over the fence?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Tired, red-tinged eyes appraised me anew. \u201cThat\u2019s a tall fence. Must have been one hell of an emergency.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIt was a disaster.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n For a long moment he studied me, deep in thought. Then he sighed yet again, climbing to his feet.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAre you going to call the cops on me?\u201d I asked, my throat tight with tension. \u201cI know you have every right to, I\u2019m not disputing that. I\u2019d just, I\u2019d like to know. Mental preparation and all that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo. I\u2019m not.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThank you. I appreciate that.\u201d My whole body sagged in relief.<\/span><\/p>\n Then he clapped his hands together, startling the crap out of me. \u201cOkay, Lydia. Here\u2019s what we\u2019re going to do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI arrived late this morning, have only had a few hours sleep. If I don\u2019t get some coffee soon, things are going to get ugly. And you probably need to get dried off.\u201d With no fuss, he held out his hand. \u201cLet\u2019s get shit sorted out. Then we can sit down and you can tell me the long story of how the hell you ended up in my house. Agreed?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAgreed,\u201d I said, voice lightening.<\/span><\/p>\n He pulled me up. Then, with strong hands on my waist, lifted me out of the tub. Immediately water started dripping off of my saturated dress, pooling on the scuffed wooden flooring at my feet. Chris would have been distinctly unimpressed. Chris didn\u2019t like messes. But as Vaughan didn\u2019t seem to care, neither did I.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re really not going to call the police?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo. Hold still,\u201d he said, carefully plucking a fake eyelash from my cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYour dress is kind of fucked.\u201d He looked me over from top to toe.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI know,\u201d I said sadly.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll leave you to get changed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWait. Please. I can\u2019t get out of it on my own.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n More frowning.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s vintage,\u201d I explained with a grim face. \u201cThere\u2019s no zip, just a line of little buttons up the back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c\u2019Course there is.\u201d Without another word, he turned me around and got started in on said buttons. As he worked, he hummed beneath his breath, the song vaguely familiar.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAren\u2019t you still mad?\u201d I asked, perplexed.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNuh.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cBut I broke into your house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWindow was open.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI still trespassed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Busy fingers kept working on undoing the dress. \u201cYou sat in the tub and cried because some dickhead fucked you over.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n That shut me up.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOr that\u2019s what I\u2019m assuming, given the dress and all. I take it he\u2019s the one that gave you that shiner on your cheek?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo. No one hit me. And yes, you assumed right about the being fucked over.\u201d I tried to look back at him, but I couldn\u2019t see a thing beyond my wild-ass hair. Impressive how it\u2019d survived the shower. The stylist clearly knew her shit.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou sure no one hit you?\u201d He did not sound convinced.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes. I lost my grip and hit the floor when I was climbing in the window. My home invasion skills need work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d suggest you try a different career.\u201d He finished with the buttons and took a step back, scratching his head. \u201cYou okay with the dress now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, thank you,\u201d I told his reflection in the mirror. \u201cFor everything, I mean.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSure.\u201d He almost smiled and gave a small shake of the head as if he couldn\u2019t quite believe what was going on. Or maybe it was disbelief that he wasn\u2019t kicking me straight back out the window through whence I\u2019d come.<\/span><\/p>\n Lord knows, it\u2019d shocked the shit out of me.<\/span><\/p>\n He turned toward the door. \u201cSee you out there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Pre-order your copy of DIRTY here:<\/p>\n Amazon US: http:\/\/amzn.to\/1Q7LCyb<\/a><\/p>\n Amazon UK: http:\/\/amzn.to\/1OYc53N<\/a><\/p>\n iBooks: http:\/\/apple.co\/1TOAhIG<\/a><\/p>\n Barnes & Noble: \u00a0http:\/\/bit.ly\/1MetF1F<\/a><\/p>\n Kobo: http:\/\/bit.ly\/1Mez6t6<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Are you ready to get Dirty? Dirty is Book One in Kylie Scott\u2019s Dive Bar Series. Meet Vaughn & Lydia on April 19th! Heavy footsteps roused me from my stupor. I don\u2019t know how long exactly I\u2019d been sitting in the bathtub, staring off at nothing, pondering the catastrophe my life had become. … Continue reading #ExcerptReveal – Dirty by Kylie Scott<\/span> ![\"excerpt\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/excerpt.png\")
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