posted on October 1, 2014 by Amy Andrews

No More Mr. Nice Guy

by Amy Andrews

No More Mr Nice GuyI love a conflicted hero, don’t you? One that’s torn between the right thing to do, the thing his honour tells him he should be doing and just throwing caution to the wind and doing what the hell he wants.  Even if it’s wrong. Or bad. Or really, really dirty.

Poor Mack has a huge dose of the morning-after’s as he drags Josie out of the alley he’d dragged her into when they’d  very unexpectedly gotten all down and dirty. She’s his sister’s best friend. His friend for crying out loud. Where was his respect?

But Josie….she’s not complaining. Not one little bit…

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His jaw clenched. “First kisses shouldn’t be like that.”

Josie blinked. What the hell? It had been a long time since she’d been kissed so thoroughly. So masterfully.


His kisses had blown her mind.

“Who says?” she asked incredulously.

“I do,” he snapped.

Josie frowned at his vehement response. “What should they be like?”

He braked at a red traffic light. “Soft,” he half-yelled, half-growled turning to face her. “And sweet, okay? They should be…slow. They should…build. They should be exquisite and full of ache and want and…anticipation.”

Josie caught her breath at his rather detailed description. It stoked embers in her belly. Caused an extra little beat of her heart. His hands flexed against the steering wheel as he gripped it tight, and she wondered absently if his knuckles would actually burst through his skin if he kept it up.

“They shouldn’t be so…” He looked away, his grip tightening again.

“So?” she demanded.


Josie inhaled, long and deep. She’d like the dirty version, but now, she had a hankering for the slow version. “You’ve obviously given this a lot of thought,” she said, speaking to his strong profile.


“They shouldn’t be dirty?”

He shook his head. “No. Not with you, anyway. Definitely not with you.”

Ah. They were back to that. “So, you’ve thought about how I should be kissed then?”

He glanced at her, startled. “What?” His brow furrowed. “No.”

“So, you haven’t thought about it?”

Mack dropped his forehead on the steering wheel, and she thought she heard him mutter, “Oh, for the love of God.” He sat up and looked at her. “I don’t go around thinking about kissing my sister’s best friend. Who I’ve known forever.”

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Amy Andrews

Amy Andrews

Multi-award winning and USA Today bestselling author Amy Andrews is an Aussie who has written fifty romances from novellas to category to single-title in both the traditional and digital markets for a variety of publishers. Her first love is steamy contemporary romance that makes her readers tingle, laugh and sigh. At the age of 16, she met a guy she instantly knew she was going to marry so she just smiles when people tell her insta-love books are unrealistic because she did marry that man and, twenty odd years later, they’re still living out their happily ever after.

Amy works part-time as a PICU nurse and spent six years on the national executive of Romance Writers of Australia where she organized two national conferences and undertook a two year term as president. She loves good books, fab food, great wine and frequent travel — preferably all four together. She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.

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