Truly Unique and Divine! Bad Reputation is exactly what I want in a read - USA Today Bestselling Author, Adriana Locke

I was Captivated! Bad Rep is anything and everything I want in a second chance romance - Bestselling Author, Harloe Rae

Flawlessly written and breath taking!  - GR Review, Stacie

This is one of the best royal books I have read!GR Review, Jennifer

👑⭐👑 BAD REPUTATION is LIVE 👑⭐👑

Being bad never felt so good.

I fell for Ally the moment I saw her. Who doesn’t like a confident, intelligent woman with curves I could spend days exploring?

Who am I kidding?

I have.

Many times.

Our story ended abruptly when she packed her bags and left like we weren’t meant to be. We are. So I’m calling her bluff. That’s how I ended up thousands of miles from home, standing next to a man who claims to be her fiancé.

Being good has never felt so bad.

When it comes to a successful man with an incredible body and biteable jaw aka Hutton . . . let’s just say willpower is not my strong suit.

Need more?

Try bad-boy American.

You’re welcome.

Embracing my newfound good girl status, I do the right thing to start my reign. My desires no longer matter. The monarchy, the people, and my country do. There is no place for love in this new life.

But I never expected to see him again, much less standing next to my royally appointed soon-to-be fiancé. 

As if that didn’t complicate things, he’s wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo and my favorite smirk. I straighten my crown and adjust my dress, realizing this good girl never stood a chance. I’ll take the bad reputation if I get him.

This SECOND CHANCE ROYAL STANDALONE Romance by New York Times Bestselling Author, S.L. Scott, will have you feeling like the Queen of your own fairy tale. One-click this new romance and fall in love while reading.

~Being Bad Never Felt So Good~

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TEASER TUESDAY - Meet Derrick Masters

The Rebellion (© S.L. SCOTT 2017):

JAYMES GRENIER POV

I didn’t just miss him. I envied him.
He did it.
He chased his dreams. Made them happen. I was both proud he made it and sad that I didn’t. When we were together, I never thought it had to be one or the other. I have no ill will that he found fame, or has made money. It’s quite the opposite. I still care. I still cheer. I still smile if I see him on a billboard or hear him on the radio. He was always confident, so damn confident. The irony from the night we went to the Hollywood Bowl still plays in my mind sometimes . . . 
“I’m going to play that stage one day. Just you wait, baby.” His arm wraps around my shoulders and he pulls me to his side, one of my most favorite places to be. His six-foot-one frame towers over my five-foot-three body so I fit snuggly against him. I feel loved. I feel safe. His smile is contagious when he looks down at me. “You and me and the whole wide world will be ours to see. To own. Hollywood won’t know what hit them.”
“You think—”
“I don’t think, Jaymes. I know. That’s gonna be me. And you, my songbird, are going to sing for the world. Every station is going to be playing your songs. Maybe even our songs.”
“You dream big.”
“As big as the universe. What’s the point if any schmuck can do it?”
He’s got a point. I close my eyes and lean my head against him. We sway to a ballad that breaks my heart and heals me again. The lyrics of this song remind me of Derrick’s. There’s a haunting quality that rolls through my soul like a fog creeping out to sea.
. . . A few years later, Derrick Masters joined The Resistance. The announcement spread like wildfire; he was now lead guitarist.

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