RESISTING THE BAD BOY BOOK SUMMARY
"A heartfelt, fast-paced, and fun
read!" -- NYT Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely
The book that started it all. Book #1 of the Nice Girl trilogy, the
acclaimed three-book serial that began the New York Times & USA Today bestselling
CAN'T RESIST series.
Abby Bartlett is the quintessential nice girl. Between teaching, volunteering,
completing her PhD, and helping her best friend raise his daughter, Abby never
gets the chance to be anything but nice. That is, until the all-wrong-for-her
man she’s only ever known from afar starts daring her to simply take that
chance for herself. His sage advice? Try something wild and fast.
Preferably him.
An unbridled, hotshot attorney with a not-so-little black book, Connor Sullivan
has earned himself quite the bad boy reputation. But in his defense, he’s a
very conscientious one. He knows far too well that sometimes in life, love
isn’t enough…or worse, not even a factor at all. To avoid that misery—and repel
the drama—Connor always makes his one and only rule crystal clear right from
the start. Absolutely nothing more than a month.
Turns out, a whole lot can happen in one month.
Note: This is NOT a standalone. This is the first book in a three-book serial.
This three-book serial is part of the CAN'T RESIST series. Books #1-3 (Abby's
story) must be read in order. While Books #4-6 are separate standalones, it is
recommended that they be read after the trilogy. Books #1-3 are also available
as a bundled boxed set.
THE CAN'T RESIST SERIES:
BOOK 1: Resisting the Bad Boy*
BOOK 2: Falling for the Good Guy*
BOOK 3: Choosing the Right Man*
BOOK 4: Finding the Right Girl
BOOK 5: Keeping the Rebound Fling
BOOK 6: Having the Real Thing
*Also available as a three-book bundle in the Nice Girl trilogy boxed set
PRAISE FOR VIOLET DUKE:
"Emotionally charged with wonderful characters! Violet Duke made me laugh
and cry in this incredible romance. One of the best I've read this year!" --
NYT Bestselling Author J.S. Scott
"A sexy, emotional treat!" -- NYT Bestselling Author Lexi Ryan
"A unique series that will take you on a roller coaster of emotions. I
couldn't put these books down!" -- NYT Bestselling Author Carly
Phillips
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NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling
author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education who is ecstatic
to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary
romance novels. Her NYT and USA Today bestselling books have been Top 10
bestsellers on Amazon, iTunes, and Barnes & Noble, and featured on
IndieReader and GalleyCat as breakout hits. When she's not writing or feeding
her book-a-day reading addiction, Violet enjoys tackling reno projects with her
power tools, trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first,
and cooking 'special edition' dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. She
lives in Hawai'i with her two cute kids (daughter Violet & son Duke) and
similarly adorable husband.
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“Doesn’t sound like you have that much time
for yourself. What do you do for fun?”
She got up to grab them another two beers
from the kitchen. “Honestly, I’m a homebody. Never got into the nightlife scene
here. Plus, by the time I was twenty-one, I was basically babysitting Skylar
all day every weekend, and nearly all my weeknights. Since that pretty much
carried on clear until last year, I guess my idea of fun is hanging out with
her. Lame, I know.”
He felt like he was talking to a martian.
He hadn’t realized she’d spent even more time babysitting Skylar than he had.
And he knew for a fact—from Brian’s complaints about it—that she hadn’t taken a
single cent from them for babysitting.
For God’s sakes, she was just so nice.
“So you don’t do anything just for
yourself? Just for fun?”
“Well, I have been privately executing my
mission to learn how to cook the most beloved dishes from every country in the
world,” she returned with a smile. “That’s fun.”
It was possible baby bluebirds helped her
get dressed in the morning.
She was just that sweet.
“You’re driving me crazy.” He swept an arm
around her waist and lifted her right up onto his lap.
“Connor!”
He slid a hand into her hair, rubbed a
thumb over her heated cheekbone as he brought his lips to within inches of
hers. “I shouldn’t want you this much. You’re everything I’m not, and I’m
everything you couldn’t possibly want. I know I should leave you alone, but I
just can’t. I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”
Her breathing had grown so erratic, he was
actually starting to get concerned. “Say something, sweetheart. I’m baring my
soul here.”
“I shouldn’t want you either,” she
whispered, “but I do.”
His arms locked around her, instinctively
staking a claim on her. Mine.
For now.
The two words were his only anchor keeping
him in the reality he maintained for himself. He had to be brutally honest with
her, with them both. “I meant what I said earlier, Abby. I’m never going to
break my one-month rule.” Feeling like the lowest piece of scum, he hammered
that last nail in, “Not for anyone. Not even you.”
She was silent for a long while, and Connor
started preparing himself for the rejection to come.
“I know our fifteen minutes of friendship
are up but can I ask you something as a friend? Will you answer me as one?”
He tensed. “I’ll try.”
She chuckled. “Again with the copout.”
Raising her warm doe eyes up to his, she asked quietly, “If you weren’t trying
to get in my pants, if you were just my friend and I asked you what one thing I
could do to stop being ‘a nice girl’ for just a little while, what advice would
you give me?”
That was easy. “I’d tell you to try
something new. Something that excites you. Something that’ll take you from zero
to sixty just as fast as it could take you back to zero whenever you were ready
to return.”
“Something wild and fast...” She loosened
her death grip on his shoulders, slid her hands down his back slowly. “That’s
good advice.”
He saw her gaze travel down to his lips and
it took everything he had not to kiss her right then and there.
“Are you volunteering, Connor? To be that
something wild and fast for me to try?”
“No,” he replied raggedly, “I’m insisting.
Requiring.” He dropped his forehead against hers. “Asking.”
