The Beckett Boys Series by Olivia Chase

Meet The Beckett Boys. Three Brothers. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next… Smith: I want her. Plain and simple truth. I want her. I want to push inside her. I want to grip her hair and tug her scalp and lick her bared throat. I want to tie her wrists and ankles to my bed, make her helpless, weak, begging for me. I want to leave my marks on her, bruise that delicate flesh, have her sore and aching after I ravage her... moreMeet The Beckett Boys. Three Brothers. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next… Smith: I want her. Plain and simple truth. I want her. I want to push inside her. I want to grip her hair and tug her scalp and lick her bared throat. I want to tie her wrists and ankles to my bed, make her helpless, weak, begging for me. I want to leave my marks on her, bruise that delicate flesh, have her sore and aching after I ravage her. But my cravings are most definitely too dark for her. I’m not the white-picket-fence kind of guy, and I can’t let myself start thinking otherwise. My life is my brothers, the bar my father left us, and proving to everyone in this craphole town that we’re not the trash they think we are. But Aubrey is off limits. I should stick to the kind of girls I’m used to, the kind who are fine with one night. Aubrey deserves love, real love, the kind of love I’m incapable of. The problem is she’s all I want. I know I can only destroy her. But I can’t stay away. Aubrey: I try to pretend that I’m not aware of the tattoos covering him. That I’m not aware of the muscles of his arms and legs. I try to pretend my core doesn’t tighten in response to his raw sexuality, pretend I don’t want him to push me up against the wall and have his way with me. I’m so attracted to him I can barely focus. He thinks I’m just some scared little girl, and maybe he’s right. Am I really so naïve as to think that maybe what Smith and I are doing is different? Or is this just me being blind? Sometimes I can see every emotion on his face. Other times, I can’t tell a damn thing he’s thinking. I’m plagued by doubts, yet also trying to convince myself that I know what I know. I’m not just a booty call to Smith. There’s more between us than that. What that “more” is, I don’t know. But it’s there. Either that, or he’s the world’s greatest actor. Because the emotion in our last kiss was so strong it almost blew me over. If I’m wrong about him, it will shatter my heart, break me into a million pieces. The only thing worse would be walking away… Aubrey’s standing there, lips swollen, breath panting, eyes heavily lidded. She’s so innocent but so primed for me. I could probably take her upstairs to my apartment, spread her wide and plunge deep inside her. But I can’t do that. Because she deserves better than to be one of my random booty calls. I can’t ruin her. NOTE: This edition of Smith (The Beckett Boys, Book One) includes a bonus romance novel, Obscene by Kelly Favor. less

Meet The Beckett Boys. Three Brothers. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next… A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA JAX I want to be Brooklyn’s first. I want to bend her over her dorm room bed, shove that dress up and take her from behind. Mess up her hair, grip it in my hands, yank her head back and plunge my tongue into her mouth. She thinks I’m a cocky jerk, but I’m not imagining her reaction to me—her fevered blush, her nervous glances, her racing pulse... moreMeet The Beckett Boys. Three Brothers. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next… A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA JAX I want to be Brooklyn’s first. I want to bend her over her dorm room bed, shove that dress up and take her from behind. Mess up her hair, grip it in my hands, yank her head back and plunge my tongue into her mouth. She thinks I’m a cocky jerk, but I’m not imagining her reaction to me—her fevered blush, her nervous glances, her racing pulse. She doesn’t like me, but she wants me. Oh, Brooklyn tells herself she’s immune to my charms, but she’s not. And she’s practically daring me to prove it. Challenge accepted, darling. I’ll let her think right now that she’s in control, that I believe her words. But her body gives it all away. This girl aches to be touched, licked. Screwed. I tell myself that I should leave her alone. Tell myself she’s better off without me. That some other guy can help her loosen up, a guy who wants a more serious relationship. A guy who’s more compatible with her. But everything in me points in her direction, beckons me to her. I’m in over my head with Brooklyn, and the hell if I know what to do. Because I can’t stop being who I am…and who I am will ultimately end up destroying us. The smart thing would be to let her walk away. Let her think I’m just some drunk asshole not worth her time. But it would kill me to have her believe that of me. Even if deep down, I believe it about myself. No, it’s not an option to just let her go, despite the spectacular mess that’s going to occur when we end. Because we will end. I’m not ready to change who I am. BROOKLYN I know better than to be with a man like Jax. I know better, but I can see the arousal in his eyes, how dark they are, how intently he stares at me. Like he wants to consume me bit by bit. And God it’s stupid, but I want it too. My whole body burns and pulses in response to his wicked words. I need to fight this. He’s dangerous. But part of me wants to believe he thinks I’m special, too. That I’m different. That I’m worth more than just a casual one-off fling. He’ll never want anything other than that, though. He wants to keep being wild and rough. No matter how close he and I get, it’s always going to be the same thing. Me pretending I’m not upset about who he is, that I’m perfectly okay dating a guy like him and keeping it casual. When the reality is, I’m not. Because I’m not a wild girl—not in his way, at least. In the end, I’m going to want more, and he’s never going to be able to give it to me. So how long do I let us go on before facing that fact? Every time he touches me, I realize what this emotion I’m feeling is. Bliss. Sheer, utter bliss. It’s a dangerous relative of the word I can’t let myself start to think. The word that could break me in two. NOTE: This edition of JAX contains the bonus novel SPIKED by Harper James. less

Meet The Beckett Boys. Three Brothers. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next… A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA ASHER I came back here for her. Back to Rock Bridge to claim the woman I can’t stop thinking about. The one who dug her way under my skin, despite all my efforts to forget about her, to pretend like nothing happened that one night. Whitney Cavanaugh. I spent months upon months telling myself that it meant nothing... moreMeet The Beckett Boys. Three Brothers. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next… A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA ASHER I came back here for her. Back to Rock Bridge to claim the woman I can’t stop thinking about. The one who dug her way under my skin, despite all my efforts to forget about her, to pretend like nothing happened that one night. Whitney Cavanaugh. I spent months upon months telling myself that it meant nothing. Just a drunken dare between friends. A dare that started with a kiss and ended with the two of us naked, our bodies writhing against each other, mouths locked, heat pouring between us. When I finally accepted I was lying to myself, I spent months thinking about how I wanted it again. I wanted her again. But now I’m back and I’m going to make things right. To explain why I left without saying a word. Soon she’s letting my hands caress her her soft curves, letting my mouth roam between her legs. My desire to own her body is nothing short of compulsive. But I want more than just her body. I want her heart. WHITNEY It’s been thirteen months. Thirteen long, painful, slow months where I didn’t hear one word from him. Didn’t see him all this summer even, despite us being in the same town. Then he shows up out of the blue and turns my life upside down again. Asher is back. For me—or so he says. I don’t know what to make of that. I don’t know how to feel about it, either. He’s even more muscled than I remembered from last year. Muscled and warm and so damn tempting. Thinking about his hands on me sends a hot flush across my skin. Damn him for the way he makes me react to him sexually. I don’t want to still feel anything for him. We almost had sex that night, and then I never heard from him again. It was mortifying and hurtful, the utter silence that stretched over months and months. Until he shows up, declaring he wants me. What the hell is that about? I don’t know what to think. What to feel. Every part of me wants to resist. But he always was good at convincing me to do bad things. I wonder if he still is... Her eyes are wide, and even in the dimming light, I can see the brilliant green of her irises. She’s breathtaking. How did I stay away from her so long? Her skin is creamy soft, glowing, and I just want to strip her naked. I take one step toward her, then another, until we’re just a breath apart. I can see her chest rising and falling faster. My own breath is growing more rapid, my body responding vividly to her proximity. I ache for her. “I missed you. The way I left things last summer was a mistake. But I’m going to make it right.” “Maybe…I don’t want to be friends with you again,” she murmurs. Emotions are flickering wildly through her eyes, so fast I can barely keep up. Hurt, fear, anger. Desire. It flickers there for just a moment and is gone in a flash, but I saw it. Whitney is turned on. “Oh, I don’t want to be friends,” I tell her baldly. That makes her draw back in confusion. “Then…what are you here for?” I allow myself to touch her, my thumb grazing the hip bone right under her shorts. less

Meet The Beckett Boys. Each One Dirtier, Sexier, And Rougher Than The Next… *A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA* JAMISON I want to see how dirty she can be, how far I can push her limits. I want to taste her, lick her, make her take me deep. When I get rough with her, she doesn’t shy away. Her shudders of excitement tell me all I need to know. Claire likes a bit of pain. She wants it. Craves it. She just doesn’t know how to ask for it... moreMeet The Beckett Boys. Each One Dirtier, Sexier, And Rougher Than The Next… *A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA* JAMISON I want to see how dirty she can be, how far I can push her limits. I want to taste her, lick her, make her take me deep. When I get rough with her, she doesn’t shy away. Her shudders of excitement tell me all I need to know. Claire likes a bit of pain. She wants it. Craves it. She just doesn’t know how to ask for it. She has a wild side that is begging to be set free. I can do that for her. I want to do that for her. Something about her beckons to a deep-down part of me. Is it her purity? Her integrity, her work ethic? The way she pretends I’m not from the slums, like I’m no different from her? I don’t know. But she intoxicates me. At the same time, I know that this thing between us—whatever it is—is just physical. Women like her don’t belong with guys like me. We could never possibly work out—it would be a disaster. I don’t deserve her. I will ruin her, the way I’ve ruined everything else in my life. But she’s impossible to resist. CLAIRE How can he live like that, going through life fighting all the time? Doesn’t he want more? Doesn’t he want something better? He’s not the good guy. Not the rogue with a golden heart I’d like to pretend he is. The world Jamison lives in is violent. Dangerous. And I can’t be in that place with him. Doesn’t stop me from aching for him, though. Touching myself at night thinking about his mouth on me down there. I’m throbbing with my desire. I need him to caress me, kiss me. All I can think about is what it’s like to stroke his muscled stomach, taste him. See him fully naked. I love feeling his hardness when he’s pressed against me. But none of those things can change what he is. He hurts people. I let myself see in him what I want to see. Despite knowing better, I let Jamison get under my skin. I dropped my walls and made myself vulnerable to him. But I’m that girl, the one who always does the smart thing. And the smart thing would be walking away, before he pulls me in so deep I drown… less

Meet The Beckett Boys. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next… A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA HUDSON I’ve never seen the need to get serious with a woman. I pride myself on keeping things simple -- a quick encounter that lasts a night or two, nothing more. No attachment, no fuss, no stress. And then she walks through the door of Fugitives. When we first lock eyes, I feel a stirring deep inside me. Dark impulses. Intense sexual arousal... moreMeet The Beckett Boys. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next… A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA HUDSON I’ve never seen the need to get serious with a woman. I pride myself on keeping things simple -- a quick encounter that lasts a night or two, nothing more. No attachment, no fuss, no stress. And then she walks through the door of Fugitives. When we first lock eyes, I feel a stirring deep inside me. Dark impulses. Intense sexual arousal. I’ve never had such a carnal reaction to a woman before. I feel drunk, intoxicated, tugged toward her in a way I’ve never even remotely experienced. I want to possess her. But even more confusing, even more unusual, is the protectiveness I feel. She screams innocence. And this town has its fair share of wolves. I should know— I’m one of them. MARISSA Hudson Beckett is gorgeous. Absolute perfection. Firm jawline, blazing green eyes, lips that could drive you crazy and melt your body. . I don’t know why, but I want to be with him. Badly. I’m drawn to him. Way more than I should be. He’s so confident and self-assured -- he both intimidates and arouses me. Hudson is dangerous, all wrong for me, but I ache for him. What he does to me when we’re together is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The way he touches me, the way he tastes me. But if he wants me so badly, why is everything between us a secret? Is this really just a game for him? It seems like more than that, but then again, he is a Beckett Boy. And everyone tells me they’re good for nothing but heartbreak…. less