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Taming the Bad Boy by Jolie Moore





Taming the Bad Boy
Jolie Moore
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Moore Digital Media, Inc.
Date of Publication:  April 30, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-944179-93-9
ASIN: B07NKQS6TJ
Number of pages: 295
Word Count: 83,489
Cover Artist:  Najla Qamber Designs
Tagline: Sometimes Good Girls do Bad Things





Book Description:  


From up here on stage, I can see her. Even with her First Lady hair and Sunday school shoes, I can’t take my eyes off of her.

The music starts. I swing my hips to the thumping bass. Oh, so slowly I slip one button through a hole, then another, then another. I ease the black silk from my shoulders and toss it right toward her.

I watch her pale glossy lips form a big ‘O’ before she catches it like a major league baller. The flashing lights blind me. Between beats, I can see her blue eyes zeroed in below my waist.

I know what she wants. I give it to her. With a zip and a tug, the leather pants join the rest of my clothes. In my skin tight briefs, I dance just for her. With the last chord of the song, the stage goes dark.

I know when the lights come up again, another guy will be dancing in my place because this is my last time. I’m not doing this ever again. It’s too bad I didn’t get her name. I really liked that shirt. But not enough to go back and claim it.

If she wants me bad enough, she’ll have to find me.

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Excerpt:




“The shirt sailed toward the table. I dreaded it touching the alcohol that had spilled on the wood. Real silk wouldn’t survive it. So I stood and caught it in mid air. I was rewarded with a broad wink. I pulled the shirt to my chest, and I couldn’t help noticing the heady scent that rose from it. Nari glared at me. After sending a brief apology to the dry cleaner who was going to have to fix it, I balled the shirt up and pushed it deep into my lap.


Lyrics got suggestive. The tight ribbed black tank Rafe was wearing close to his skin, came off as well. I didn’t try to grab for it this time. I was already in for a stiff lecture.


Bumping and grinding, Rafe was butt down on the platform undulating to the beat, the tight leather pants obscuring nothing. The names of movie and sports stars blasted from the speakers. The top two buttons of his pants came undone. Hollywood’s female icons thumped with the bass. The zipper came down.


I knew what was coming. How could I not? I couldn’t look away. I could look all day. Looking was okay. Like the black and white video of the song, lights pulsed, throwing the club into black and white relief.


A quick black out, and the pants were gone. I must have missed the shoes and socks, because Rafe was gyrating on the platform almost as naked as the day he was born, save for some black boxer briefs shot through with silver threads.


Those threads were only on the front center, and back of the shorts, highlighting what was underneath. Before I knew it, he was letting his body go with the flow. It was a nice flow. His skin was golden, and bathed in a sheen of sweat. The lights cast blue, red, and ended in gold on him. Silence. A single beat. And it went dark again.


I didn’t care if Nari thought I was crazy. I clapped and hooted as loudly as his friends and those around me. The lights and music started again, but Rafe was gone.”

About the Author:


Jolie Moore writes crazy, beautiful love stories because she believes storytelling is magic. She loves complicated heroines with secrets, strong heroes who fall hard, and a long winding road to happily ever after. When she’s not writing, she loves to travel to witness the diverse tapestry of humanity, photograph the beauty of the world, visit museums, and watch live theater. She lives in West Hollywood, California ten miles from the nearest airport.

She hasn’t found her own happily ever after, but she’s not done trying. This year she’s going to go on fifty first dates. Join her as she tries to find her Mr. Right or maybe Mr. Right Now.


Interview with Jolie Moore
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
Daisy and Raphael totally took over this story. For a really long time, they stymied me. Daisy has a job that she can’t talk about. Raphael has a job that gets him into all kinds of trouble. If *I* were in charge, Daisy would have figured out how to get out of the online p*rn business years ago and Raphael would have figured out how to keep it in his pants and keep is butt out of jail. But they didn’t listen to me—*raises fist*—they did whatever they wanted and ignored all of my suggestions. I’m slightly older than them and they should have listened to all my life experience and wisdom. But did they? Noooo.
Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.
What I love about Taming the Bad Boy is that this is a story of redemption. No one is beyond saving. Everyone deserves a second chance, no matter how big the screw up. And trust me when I tell you, these screw ups are BIG. This book is a must read for anyone who has ever known what it’s like to deserve a second…or third go at life.
Have you written any other books that are not published?
My next book, What Was Perfect, is the first in my upcoming trilogy. It will be followed by What Was Lost and What Was True. The three books follow the twenty plus year relationship between Jake Wu and Isabella Aconi. They meet when she’s twelve and he’s thirteen and they’re instantly best friends. What comes next are years when two people who love each other and hate each other are never in love with each other at the same time…
Pen or type writer or computer?
Rymek Retro Bluetooth Keyboard. Haven’t heard of it? It’s the best of all worlds…the satisfying click of mechanical keys, but it works with my Mac. https://www.knewkey.com/
Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Always, always, I want to thank readers for their support. It’s a true joy to write stories for a living. It’s truly magic that readers get to enjoy those stories that spend many months and years running around in my brain.






























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