Release Day Blitz for : F*ck Club: Riley by Shiloh Walker

Title: F*ck Club: Riley (Book One)

Author: Shiloh Walker | @shilohwalker

Release Date: January 27^th 2017

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"The first rule of F*ck Club...we don’t talk about it. We just do the job and get paid." 

And Riley Steele did his job very well. He’ll be the first to admit that his current life isn’t the one he’d foreseen. It’s not even one he really wants, but after his parents died and he was left to care for two siblings and a mountain of debt, he was willing to do almost anything. 

Now, after almost ten years of being paid to pleasure, he’s almost numb to it…and to women. 

That all changes with one phone call. Brianna Sharpe, the girl he’d loved as a boy, is leaving an abusive lover and needs someplace to hide. 

Opening his home to Bree is easy. Protecting his heart is a different story. She’d completely shattered it once already. But Bree has changed and Riley wants to think there might be a chance. Only...what will she do when she discovers his secrets?

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F*ck Club:Riley (Book One)

Text Copyright © 2016 Shiloh Walker

All Rights Reserved

“Is everything okay, Ry?”

The moonlight filtering in through the narrow slit in the curtains painted her skin with a soft, silvery light. Her eyes were darker than he’d ever seen them and he had to curl his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her.

“Everything’s fine, Bree,” he lied.

Even to his own ears, the words sounded hollow.

“Then why aren’t you talking to me? Why don’t you seem to want to look at me anymore?”

She was trying to torture him.

Slowly, he reached out and skimmed the back of his fingers down her cheek, careful to keep the touch light.

“We’re talking now. I’m looking at you now.”

“And you’re ready to haul ass out of here,” she said, looking wounded.

“Because if I don’t—” He snapped his jaw shut before the rest of the words could slip out, but he’d said too much already.

Her eyes widened. “If you don’t, what?”

“Bree.” Her name came out a low rasp. “Go to bed, okay? Go in there with your son and go to sleep.”

“I’ll go to bed when I damn well want.” She poked him in the chest with her finger. “How about you answer me now?”

He caught her wrist.

She tugged, and reflexively, he tugged back harder.

She crashed against his chest and the warm, soft weight of her had him biting back a groan.

She splayed the fingers of her left hand against his chest. He could feel her pulse bounding madly against his thumb. Slowly, he stroked that rapid beat, staring into her eyes.

“Everything’s wrong,” he said without thinking. “I can’t even go into detail about most of it, but the worst thing is that you’re here and I can’t touch you. I need you like I need my next breath. I always have. But you’re just as out of reach now as you’ve been for the past ten years.”

He started to let her go, telling himself he’d lock himself in the bathroom for the next hour, maybe longer. Or maybe he’d just go back downstairs and sleep in the torture device of a chair.

But, although he let go of Bree’s hand, she didn’t let go of him. The hand on his chest curled, fisting in his shirt and she moved closer.

“Who says you can’t touch me? Who says I’m out of reach?”

Her eyes lingered on his mouth and a groan rumbled out of him.