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Skirt Steak

Skirt Steak

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GRADE-A BEEFCAKES - 5

Julia Duke has watched her brothers fall in love, and it’s her turn. But after a rude ex complained she was terrible between the sheets, her confidence is shot. If she can’t please one man, how can she satisfy two? She’s not looking for love, but one Friday night — love finds her.

Bennett and Cash take one look at the fiery redhead and can’t resist seducing her into their arms. Nothing will stop them from making her theirs. Not the a-hole ex boyfriend, and not a scandalous past that may change the way she looks at one of them forever.

Now that Julia knows what it’s like to be loved by some Grade-A Beefcake, she’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep her men, no matter who she has to fight to get her happily-ever-after: the rumor-mill, the law, her crazy ex, or herself.

Remember: With a Vanessa Vale book, one cowboy is never enough. In this smokin’ hot series, each heroine gets an extra helping (or two) of Grade-A Beefcake.

Main Tropes

  • Why Choose
  • Opposites Attract
  • Billionaires
  • OTT Jealous/Protective
  • Small Town

JULIA

My brothers had each found
their “The One”. Even my cousin Porter. It had happened fast for them. Bam, hit
by a Mack truck of love. They were all pussy-whipped and happy about it.

It was hard to watch because
I wanted what they had. A guy who was ridiculously possessive, attentive,
protective. Loving. Devoted. All the adjectives a woman wanted in a man.

Their hot and heavy affection
made me even more depressed. Made Friday dinners even harder to swallow. Clearly,
a relationship wasn’t for me. Love existed, but for everyone else.

I was doomed to being the
spinster who had six cats and even more vibrators.

I’d been in such a funk about
relationships, I didn’t see one when it arrived on the doorstep. It even rang
the doorbell for me. As for fast? I should have used a stopwatch on how long it
took me to fall in love. One weekend and a story could be written about it.

The Duke boys were nicknamed
for cuts of meat. Sir Loin of Beef. T-Bone. Tri-Tip. Porterhouse. We were a
ranching family after all. And me? I was known as Skirt Steak. I didn’t think
much of it until Cash and Bennett, because they told me—and showed me—how much they liked my pink center,
said it was juicy and lick-their-lips good.

I was going to take their
word for it. Every single time they made me come.

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