The Best of the Bad — Bad Boys of Romance H0p

I’ve loved many bad boys over the years, most of them between the covers of a book. Which makes it oh-so-hard to choose my favorite.

Should I choose Curran, the Beast Lord, Kate Daniels’ sort-of nemesis and greatest temptation? Or Eric Northman, who wooes Sookie Stackhouse with arrogant and singular purpose? How about Derek, that almost-a-full-grown-werewolf in the Darkest Powers series who can’t seem to figure out how to stop growling? And who could forget the lovely, sexy, tortured heroes of Kresley Cole’s Immortals After Dark series? (Every. Single. One.)

I can’t choose. I might blink and realize I made a huge mistake, that instead I love Iceman from Top Gun or The Saint…oh, The Saint. I might realize I love, love, love Oliver Queen, especially when he’s being broody and secretive and kick-ass. And I might remember that I must not forget all the wonderful, sexy, Navy SEAL heroes sprung from Suzanne Brockmann’s imagination!

What bad boys do you love? And how much trouble do you have deciding? 🙂

Before you answer, take a look at one of my own bad boys, Damian from The Alpha’s Obsession. Then check out the giveaways and be sure to hop to the next stop. Thanks for stopping by!

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Maeve lay curled in Nate’s arms, her eyes closed. Damian’s whole life, this was all he’d wanted. Except now it wasn’t enough.

Her eyes opened. “Thank you,” she said.

“You didn’t bring much.” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Not planning to stay long?”

Maeve sat up, Nate’s hand still resting on her hip. “It isn’t like that.”

“You aren’t going to try to justify it,” he snarled. God, when had he become such an asshole? He could see the same question reflected on Nate’s face. Damian usually didn’t act like this. It just—she just—

“Why are you taking it personally?” She stood. “It’s just luggage.”

He stepped forward, towering over her. “It’s two tiny suitcases. What, you didn’t think you were going to stay? Only brought enough to last a couple of nights?”

She stepped closer to him. They’d be nose to nose if she weren’t so tiny. “Why are you so angry?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t understand,” he said. “Those suitcases say it pretty well. You don’t want us.”

She sucked in a breath. The room grew silent. “It’s all I have.”

“I know. I got it out of the car.”

“No.” She put her hand on his arm. “That’s all I own.”

He looked at the two suitcases, his rage deflating. “You’re kidding.”

Nate stepped behind her. “There’s no way you have a whole wardrobe in there.”

“Well, yeah,” she said. “I like to travel light.”

“You mean you like to run off,” Damian said.

“She didn’t run off the whole time she was with her aunt and uncle,” Nate said. “Did you?”

Maeve shook her head. “But I was ready. If Ted ever found me…”

An overwhelming desire to protect replaced his rage. “He’s gone.” Damian put his hands on her waist. “He’ll never hurt you again.”

Hidden in an otherwise modern world, werewolves mate in threesomes dictated by a mating lust that tells them without doubt who their fated mates are. After struggling through years of separation made worse by the mating urge riding them all, three werewolves come together once again. Maeve, Nate and Damian must face their past in a fight for their love and their lives. Can they overcome their demons to find a love that lasts?