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


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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Only 9 Days Away!

Are you ready to meet The Crow Brothers? I am so excited to share this story with you, so I pulled an little excerpt to whet your whistle (below the graphic).

Save the Date - February 22nd, 2018

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He’s been nicer than I expected. A motorcycle further down the alley roars to life and I look up. “I should go.”

“I’ll walk you. Where are you parked?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will be, but humor me, Hannah.”

I exhale, the pressure of this dreaded conversation feeling more like it’s over as we stroll toward the street ahead. I shouldn’t like how much I like seeing him again, but I’ve thought of him so much, so many times over the last six months. The way he playfully bit the tips of my fingers when I fed him Cheetos and then licked the orange dust from them. His kisses on the back of my neck seared my skin that night, and now each place his lips touched still warms under the memories. The image I’ll never forget is when I sat in my car and looked back. He shared his soul in that exchange, wide open to be accepted or rejected. It pained me to leave, but I was in no condition to stay.

In the dimly lit bar and dark of his bedroom is one thing. Seeing the real me, the damaged parts, in the light of day is another.

I’ll take this walk with him. It’s more for me, so I slow my pace wanting to savor every second of something I now know can never be. “I’m parked around the corner.”

We don’t talk, the weight of reality escorting us along the way. When we reach my car, I step off the sidewalk, but stop before opening the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jet.”

He’s a musical god I once prayed to by tasting his skin as he came on mine.

Tonight though, standing before me is not the man I saw on stage six months ago or an hour earlier. He’s not that guy who got drunk on whiskey and wine just to have what I was having and then charmed me right into his bed.

In the wee hours of a Thursday in Austin, a man with flaws and feelings that seem to be restrained in the hard muscles of his build has been given a choice to make, one that will change his life and mine forever. I worry what he’ll decide, and what I could lose, but I say what I feel because his kindness deserves a return, “Thank you for walking with me.”

“No problem.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jet.”

 “Tomorrow . . .” he sounds as if he wants to say more, but doesn’t, so I get in my car and start the engine.

Meet Jet and Hannah on February 22nd. Add to your Goodreads TBR Here: