Savage in Love (Possessing Her Curves Book 4)

She’s a bookworm. He runs a notorious dance club. Will a case of mistaken identity lead to love?

King
All my brothers have fallen.
But I’m still single.
And I plan on staying that way…
Until a deliciously naïve woman walks into my club.
She doesn’t belong here.
When she mistakes me for her blind date, I want to use every trick in the book.
Will Kitty be the one to break down my walls?

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I peer over the top of my Kindle and instantly regret it when I see my roommate shooting daggers at me across our living room.
“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me,” she snaps, her hands on her hips.
“I was just getting to the good part,” I say, looking regretfully at my Kindle screen.
“According to you, they’re all good parts. I don’t know how a girl who won’t even curse can read all that lady porn.”
It’s my turn to glare at her. “I curse,” I object. “Sometimes. And they’re romance novels, not lady porn.” Although, it’s true that I like them a little darker. Just because I’m shy, nerdy, and slightly inexperienced doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about hot, deviant sex. That’s the whole point of reading—to escape reality and become someone else for a couple of hours.
Or a whole day, if my job as a librarian at the local neighborhood library allows for it.
It’s certainly easier than putting myself out there to be rejected by guys in real life, although Grace, for whatever reason, disagrees. Which is why she’s determined to get me out of the house on the blind date she set up for me tonight.
She stalks across the room toward where I’m hunkered down in my favorite reading chair, an oversized lounger of indeterminate color that we bought at a thrift store when we first moved in together our junior year of college. I’ve spent so much time in this chair—studying, reading, watching TV—that it’s molded almost perfectly to my sizable ass. Which makes it hard for Grace to drag me out of it, but it doesn’t stop her from trying.
“You have a date to get ready for,” she grunts, tugging on my wrist.
I groan. “I don’t think I’m going to go,” I tell her, even as I give in and stand, dropping my Kindle and my favorite blanket into the chair.
“You’re going,” she commands, herding me down the hall to her bedroom. “I worked hard on this date, and Keith is looking forward to it.”
Our apartment has two rooms, but Grace has the bigger one. She needs the closet space for her expansive and diverse wardrobe, plus, I’m happy to give her the private bathroom if it means she doesn’t wake me up when she gets home from the club at three or four in the morning. She’s working as a dancer to put herself through school, and I open at the library almost every day, which means we keep drastically different schedules.
She sits me on her bed and throws open her mirrored closet doors, disappearing inside.
“I was thinking I’d just wear my black jumper,” I call even though I know it’s no use.
“The one with the puffy sleeves?” Grace emerges, her arms loaded down with hangers. “No way. Here, try this.”
I eye the red dress with the plunging neckline dubiously. While Grace and I are similar in size, we have very different styles. Grace flaunts her curves; she embraces her sexuality. I… Well, I have no sexuality. At least, not one that I advertise to the general public.
“Do you have anything a little quieter?” I ask hopefully.
“You mean boring?” She digs through the clothes.
“I mean more me. I don’t want Keith to think I’m someone I’m not.”
“That’s part of the fun of a blind date,” she counters. “You can be anyone you want. Channel your inner romantic heroine.”
“Easier said than done,” I mumble. My inner romantic heroine isn’t a frumpy, timid bookworm with a flabby belly and cottage cheese thighs whose only sexual encounters have been awkward, drunken grope-fests in gross college dorm rooms.

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