Roosters: Bastard’s New Baby (Roosters 3) by Raisa Greywood #contemporary #BDSM #changelingpress #romance

Bastard’s New Baby (Roosters 3)

Bastard's New Baby (Roosters 3)

Author: Raisa Greywood

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 08505-02748

Genres: BDSMGuilty Pleasures (Contemporary)New ReleasesRomance

Series: Roosters (#3)

Book Length: Novella

Page Count: 102

Price: $4.99   $4.24

 

Jackson: I need a wife. I’d much rather keep my string of submissives and the occasional lady I can take out in public, but my job — no, my very identity as Jackson McKenna, CEO of McKenna Logistics — is at risk if I don’t find some woman to marry. I wish I could find a woman who could do both. She would be intelligent, beautiful, of course, and be filthy enough to drop to her knees and service me in a parking lot before walking into a country club with perfect lipstick and manners. Nobody’s that lucky, though. That woman doesn’t exist.

Siobhan: I need a husband. I’d much rather focus my attention on Andy, my nephew and the son of my deceased sister. Despite my sister and her husband’s wishes, his grandparents want his trust fund and threaten to take him from me. They call me a whore and say I’m not a good guardian because I’m not married. In this small Ohio town, their argument holds weight. But Siobhan Jane O’Malley doesn’t roll over for anyone, and they’re going to find out I fight dirty. And I’m going to have to get very dirty when Jackson McKenna makes me his wife.

Available from Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/bastard-s-new-baby-roosters-3-b-2748

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bastards-New-Baby-Roosters-Book-ebook/dp/B07F7J8FYX

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bastards-new-baby-raisa-greywood/1129007109?ean=2940162083382

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/bastard-s-new-baby

iTunes:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/bastards-new-baby/id1408092303?ls=1&mt=11

Now for An EXCERPT:

Bastard’s New Baby (Roosters 3)
Raisa Greywood
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2018 Raisa Greywood

Siobhan glared at herself in the mirror. Unless she could find a good dry cleaner, her beautiful suit was a lost cause. She tossed the stockings into the trash and cleaned up her knees as best she could, stopping the bleeding with several bandages from the first-aid kit and wishing her skirt was long enough to cover them. God, she missed the monogrammed polos and black trousers of her old job.

The rain had washed away what little makeup she’d put on, leaving her freckled and blotchy. At least her hair looked decent. The rain had tamed the frizz, and if she could get the interview over with before it dried, she’d be happy with it. She’d managed to wash the mud and road grime off her hands and face, and the little polyester shell she’d worn under the suit had rinsed clean.

Nothing was dry, of course. She was uncomfortably sticky and the air conditioning chilled her damp skin, making her nipples pebble under the thin lace of her bra. If she got the job, she’d have to invest in some sweaters. The building was cold enough to hang meat.

With one last swipe at her skirt, she left the bathroom and made her way back to the receptionist, but she wasn’t at her desk. She sat down to wait in a plastic chair by the door, taking the time to go over her notes and straighten up her portfolio. Papers had come loose when she’d dropped her bag in the street, but nothing had gotten wet, thank God.

A photo of Andy slid free and she touched his sweet little face. He grinned widely, exposing his new teeth. He looked just like Susan when he smiled. She took out her tablet and opened the case. It didn’t appear damaged, and she set it aside without turning it on.

A door slammed and she stood, readying herself for her meeting. She’d spent the last few days drilling herself on all things McKenna that she could scare up on the library Internet as Andy napped in his car seat at her feet. Unfortunately, the one thing she hadn’t been able to find was a picture of Jackson McKenna. Despite being one of the richest men in Ohio, the man seemed to have no social media images anywhere.

The receptionist stormed into the entry, her eyes flashing angrily. Siobhan gathered her portfolio and blinked in surprise when the woman stomped up to her and waved a finger in her face.

“Why are you still here? Your interview has been canceled and won’t be rescheduled. You’re a mess and we can’t have someone like you in this office.”

“I beg your pardon?” What the fuck happened to small-town manners? Even in Chicago, she’d never been treated so rudely. And she didn’t give a good goddamn how rich McKenna was. There was no excuse for such unprofessionalism.

“You heard me.” The woman gave her a nasty grin, and said, “Don’t let the door hit your fat ass on the way out.”

“Oh, honey, you are out of your weight class.” She shoulder-checked the woman, making her stumble backward, and strode toward the closed door bearing a brass plate with the name “Jackson McKenna.”

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