Wild Man by Sherilee Gray 💗 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💗 (Erotic Romance)

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The first time I saw Beau Smith’s face, I fell for him…hard. There’s just a few tiny problems. He lives wild. I’ve never left the city. He wants a wife who can handle his harsh world. I just want him.

He’s been burnt in the past, and he won’t let me in easily, but there’s no denying the spark between us, so intense it could set the woods on fire. And with every hot and dirty night we spend together, I can feel his walls crumbling.

But once he realizes I’m not what he signed up for, that I lied to him about who I am—will he still want me, or will I lose my wild man forever?

Warning: The Smith Brothers are not just identical twins, they’re big, burly, bearded, insanely hot mountain men. They’re also sweet, and very, very dirty. Did I mention dirty?

I was still half asleep when I realized the heat warming my butt was a hand. Strong fingers flexed, squeezing my ample flesh, followed by a groan. I heard it as well as felt it, the strong chest under my cheek vibrating from the low, sexy sound.
It took a little effort, but I lifted my head, expecting to find Beau staring down at me. He wasn’t; he was still asleep. He was also shockingly hard and, I realized, commando under those gray sweatpants. The fat swollen head of his cock had actually pushed past the waistband of his pants.
Oh my God.
He was long and thick, and beautiful.
His shirt had lifted up and his tight abs, which were dusted lightly with dark hair, were clenched. I followed the sexy trail that led the eye right down—to his gorgeous cock—and bit back a moan.
Beau Smith was definitely all man. I took a moment to admire his amazing body. His long legs and thick, solid thighs. His wide muscled chest and biceps, those corded forearms. I could see through his worn-thin shirt that his chest was also dusted with hair, more than his belly. I’d never been up close and personal with a guy who hadn’t manscaped, and I was surprised at how hot I found it.
I squeezed my thighs together as I took in his thick neck, his beard covering a square jaw. I wanted to touch it. I lifted my hand and gently cupped his cheek, a shiver sliding though me at how surprisingly soft it was. My gaze moved to his strong nose, higher…
His eyes were open, and he was watching me. He was also grinning.
My face heated.
“Hey,” he rumbled.
I dropped my head to his chest to hide my face. “Sorry, I just…” What? There was nothing I could say, no lie he would believe. It was obvious what I was doing. Being a giant perv while he slept.
“I could get used to waking up like this, your soft curves pressed up against my side, working yourself up looking at me.” I felt his fingers shift my hair. “Don’t apologize for that, Freya.”
I kept my head where it was and worked at finding my courage. It was surprisingly easy lying against Beau. It certainly helped knowing how much I affected him.
I dropped my hand to his exposed belly and felt as well as heard him suck in a breath. “What were you dreaming about?” I asked. “You were moaning in your sleep.”
“You have to ask?” he said, voice rougher.
I pushed his shirt higher and shimmied down a little. Lifting my eyes to his, I pressed my mouth to that exposed strip of tan skin.
Another rough sound. “Freya…”
I kissed him again, lower this time, my lips only a few inches from the head of his hard cock. It glistened, was dark and, God, made my mouth water just looking at it. “Are you in pain?”
“Yes,” he gritted out, knowing exactly what I was referring to.
I slid down more, and one of his solid thighs shifted, his foot dropping to the floor, making room for me. “Let me make it better for you.”

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Sherilee Gray writes sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance. Stories full of heat and high emotion, following stubborn characters as they fight against the odds… and their happily ever after. She’s a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful NZ with her husband and their two children. When not writing or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.