Choose Me (Banger Trilogy #1)
by Donya Lynne
Kindle Edition, 243 pages
Published January 1st 2018 by Phoenix Press LLC
ASINB078H47265
NOTE: This book was previously published as part of the 7-book Banger Serialized Novel. While the series has been rebranded as a trilogy, and the story slightly altered to accommodate the new format, it is the same story. Please do not buy this book thinking it is a different story or a continuation of the previous Banger books. Thank you.
She wants a sexy summer fling. He wants more. And he won’t stop until he gets it.
Katherine Clayton, divorcée and single mother of two, just sent her kids to California to spend the summer with their father. During the ten months of the year when they’re in her custody, she gives all of herself to her children. She doesn’t even date. But the summers are hers, and she’s going to make the most of their absence with her annual summer fling.
Unfortunately, her past four summer romances have fallen flat. If she can’t find a man this summer who can fulfill her needs, this year’s fling will be her last. Katherine needs a man who won’t leave her unsatisfied. For her, bigger truly is better, and anything less than huge won’t do.
Greyson James is more man below the waist than most women can handle, and he’s beyond frustrated that he’s unable to enjoy the great sex other men take for granted. Since he finds no pleasure in causing women pain, traditional sex has become a novelty . . . until he meets Katherine. She’s exactly what he needs and vice versa. And the chemistry between them is undeniable.
But after one night of intense passion, neither is prepared for the wicked ride fate has in store for them. Katherine just inherited her retiring father’s company, and the last thing on her mind is selling. But that’s exactly what Greyson wants her to do, which she finds out in a shocking turn of events when she shows up to a meeting in her father’s place to find that the person she’s meeting with is none other than the captivating man she spent one gloriously erotic night with just days before.
Now Katherine must decide if she can trust Greyson with not only her heart, but her company.
As the Banger Trilogy unfolds, Greyson and Katherine will wrestle with their feelings for each other, long-held family secrets will be revealed, and scandals neither could have imagined will rock them to the core.
Will what they’ve found in each other be enough for happily ever after? Or will one passionate summer be all they share?
Excerpt:
“So, what’s your favorite color?” I ask, taking a break from the list of questions on my phone.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“My mood. The season.” She smiles and brushes her hand in the air. “The direction the wind is blowing.” She winks and gestures toward my suit. “Let me guess, your favorite color is blue.”
I glance down, smoothing my hand down my lapels. I’m wearing blue on blue on blue.
I grin sheepishly. “Normally, I would say yes, but blue hasn’t been my friend for the past couple of days.”
A cute little V forms above the bridge of her nose as her eyebrows scrunch. “Why? What happened?”
“Nothing happened.” I lower my voice and lean closer. “It’s just that blue balls aren’t very comfortable.”
She nearly spits out her wine as she bursts into laughter. We’re both tipsy, and it shows.
I kick back in my seat and lift my glass, swirling the last bit of my wine. “You laugh,” I tease, “but blue balls are nothing to laugh at. I was in a lot of distress.”
She dabs her cloth napkin under her eyes. “I’m sure you were.” She continues giggling.
“But yeah, that’s why blue isn’t my favorite color today.”
She sighs as the last of her giggles evaporate. “I hope I’m not the reason for your blue balls.”
I only smile and sip my wine, holding her gaze.
Realization surfaces in her eyes. “Oh.”
Grinning slyly, I slide closer on the cushioned seat. “Don’t worry, I prevented the worst of it. But damn, Katherine, you’ve given me a lot to think about the past two days. Not that I’m complaining. I like thinking about you. It’s just distracting when I’m trying to work.”
Her cheeks flush red, and she touches the tips of her fingers to the skin at the base of her neck as she averts her gaze. “I’ll try not to do anything tonight to make your predicament worse.” She glances up at me out of the corners of her eyes.
I drape my arm over the back of the cushion behind her and meet her wry smile with one of my own. “It’s too late for that, Katherine. It was too late the moment you walked in the door. I’ll be thinking about you the rest of the week now.”
She drops her gaze, her face flushed, her smile both contemplative and awkward. She’s rattled, and I can see her arousal mounting both by the way she nibbles the inside of her bottom lip and the way her chest rises and falls more heavily.
“Greyson James,” she says slowly, thoughtfully, as if trying to distract herself. She’s sitting so close now that her leg is pressed against mine. “You have a strong name. It rolls nicely off my tongue.”
Hearing my name purr out of her works better at turning me on than if she’d licked the side of my neck.
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I think Katherine Clayton rolls nicely off mine.” The double entendre is intended, and from the way she bites her bottom lip as she angles her face toward me, I know she picked it up.
And that’s when I know.
Despite my plans to behave tonight, I’m going to do something careless. Something foolish. Something undeniably reckless.
Something liberating.
“So, what’s your favorite color?” I ask, taking a break from the list of questions on my phone.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“My mood. The season.” She smiles and brushes her hand in the air. “The direction the wind is blowing.” She winks and gestures toward my suit. “Let me guess, your favorite color is blue.”
I glance down, smoothing my hand down my lapels. I’m wearing blue on blue on blue.
I grin sheepishly. “Normally, I would say yes, but blue hasn’t been my friend for the past couple of days.”
A cute little V forms above the bridge of her nose as her eyebrows scrunch. “Why? What happened?”
“Nothing happened.” I lower my voice and lean closer. “It’s just that blue balls aren’t very comfortable.”
She nearly spits out her wine as she bursts into laughter. We’re both tipsy, and it shows.
I kick back in my seat and lift my glass, swirling the last bit of my wine. “You laugh,” I tease, “but blue balls are nothing to laugh at. I was in a lot of distress.”
She dabs her cloth napkin under her eyes. “I’m sure you were.” She continues giggling.
“But yeah, that’s why blue isn’t my favorite color today.”
She sighs as the last of her giggles evaporate. “I hope I’m not the reason for your blue balls.”
I only smile and sip my wine, holding her gaze.
Realization surfaces in her eyes. “Oh.”
Grinning slyly, I slide closer on the cushioned seat. “Don’t worry, I prevented the worst of it. But damn, Katherine, you’ve given me a lot to think about the past two days. Not that I’m complaining. I like thinking about you. It’s just distracting when I’m trying to work.”
Her cheeks flush red, and she touches the tips of her fingers to the skin at the base of her neck as she averts her gaze. “I’ll try not to do anything tonight to make your predicament worse.” She glances up at me out of the corners of her eyes.
I drape my arm over the back of the cushion behind her and meet her wry smile with one of my own. “It’s too late for that, Katherine. It was too late the moment you walked in the door. I’ll be thinking about you the rest of the week now.”
She drops her gaze, her face flushed, her smile both contemplative and awkward. She’s rattled, and I can see her arousal mounting both by the way she nibbles the inside of her bottom lip and the way her chest rises and falls more heavily.
“Greyson James,” she says slowly, thoughtfully, as if trying to distract herself. She’s sitting so close now that her leg is pressed against mine. “You have a strong name. It rolls nicely off my tongue.”
Hearing my name purr out of her works better at turning me on than if she’d licked the side of my neck.
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I think Katherine Clayton rolls nicely off mine.” The double entendre is intended, and from the way she bites her bottom lip as she angles her face toward me, I know she picked it up.
And that’s when I know.
Despite my plans to behave tonight, I’m going to do something careless. Something foolish. Something undeniably reckless.
Something liberating.
About Donya Lynne:
Donya Lynne is the bestselling author of the award winning All the King's Men and Strong Karma Series and a member of Romance Writers of America. Making her home in a wooded suburb north of Indianapolis with her husband, Donya has lived in Indiana most of her life and knew at a young age she was destined to be a writer. She started writing poetry in grade school and won her first short story contest in fourth grade. In junior high, she began writing romantic stories for her friends, and by her sophomore year, she’d been dubbed Most Likely to Become a Romance Novelist. In 2012, she fulfilled her dream by publishing her first two novels and a novella. Her work has earned her two IPPYs, five eLit Awards, a USA Today Recommended Read, and numerous accolades, including two Smashwords bestsellers. When she’s not writing, she can be found cheering on the Indianapolis Colts or doing her cats’ bidding. http://donyalynne.com/
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