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Relationships are complex.Love ever-changing.And when it comes to rules of the heart,they were made to be broken…That’s what Robert Antonio Bianchi was telling himself, anyway.Otherwise, he really had no excuse for what—or who—he’d done.
No excuse, except for his lonely heart, a pitcher of margaritas, four Bitter Bitches, and the apparent need to confess all his weaknesses to the two men he knew would bring him nothing but trouble.But trouble was nothing new.Just ask his crazy sisters or any of his friends, and they’d be the first to tell you: If there was a bad decision to be made, Robbie always had a knack for making it.
And thus begins the story of the priest, the princess, and the prick.
Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE
CONFESSION
If there’s a bad decision to make, I will make it.
DRUNK-DIALING IS never a smart move. But drunk-dialing a
married man? That is a monumentally stupid move.
That was the thought rolling around Robbie’s muddled brain
as he stood with his best friend Elliot at the bar of CRUSH and tossed back his
fourth Bitter Bitch. The conversation he was having with himself wasn’t a new
one—or a welcome one, he thought as he swayed on his feet and kind of stumbled
into the stool beside him. But forgetting his lonely life with alcohol and men
who were all wrong for him seemed like an increasingly good way to cope
tonight.
The hum and throb of the bass beat was rattling through him,
but instead of feeling the pull he usually did to head out to the dance floor
and have fun, tonight it seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was making
him think really stupid thoughts.
“You’re so wasted, Bianchi,” Elliot said as he grabbed
Robbie’s arm and guided him to the barstool. “What’s that? Your third shot? And
how many margaritas did you have at dinner?”
Robbie held up two, then three fingers, and shrugged. “Who
cares? Everyone had their New Year’s on Sunday. Tonight’s mine, and I want to
celebrate.”
“If you celebrate any more, you aren’t gonna remember your
first night out of the New Year.”
“Don’t care,” Robbie said, as he waved his hand through the
air with flourish and leaned a little too much into the action. Luckily, Elliot
was there to prop him up. “I wanna have fun tonight. Do something I shouldn’t.”
Elliot leaned his elbows back on the bar so he was facing
the dance floor and said, “Why don’t you get out there and let someone do you
instead? You look gorgeous tonight, darling.”
He’s right, I do look cute, Robbie thought.
In his skinny jeans and purple V-neck tee that was
practically a second skin, Robbie had gone all out with smoky eyes and a new
pink shade of gloss he’d bought a couple of days ago that tasted like—mmm,
strawberries. He could totally hit the dance floor, find a willing man, and let
him do all kinds of things. But that seemed so boring tonight, so normal, and
so not what he wanted.
He wanted wild. He wanted adventure. He wanted danger. And
when the two men he knew were both those things entered his mind, Robbie
quickly shook his head, trying to shake them free.
Stop thinking about them, he ordered himself, but that was
easier said than done. One of them was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen,
and the other the most frustrating—and what was worse was that he couldn’t have
either of them even if he wanted to. What was with everyone being fucking
married all of a sudden? And to each other?
But oh the dreams he’d been having lately. The three of
them, all sweaty and naked; they were enough to make him want to—
No, no, no. That is the worst idea you could have, Robbie
told himself. Drunk or sober.
Worst.
Idea.
Ever.
Plus, you don’t even like one of them. So stop obsessing
over it.
“Earth to Robbie…” Elliot said, waving a hand, and Robbie
shrugged.
“I don’t know. I’m just not in the mood.”
“You’re not in the mood to grind all over a naked man? Okay,
where the hell is my best friend and what did you do with him?” Elliot asked as
he swept his black bangs out of his eyes.
“I don’t know.” Robbie slumped forward on the bar, dramatic
as ever, and looked up at Elliot from under his lashes. “I think I’m in a state
of mourning, El, and I don’t know how to get out of it.”
Elliot frowned. “Is this about Logan? I thought you were
happy for him and Tate?”
“I am, but— Ugh. They just got engaged, and now all of a
sudden, he’s married. Married.”
“I know, babe. But you knew it was coming.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier. Knowing there are two more
beautiful men off the market forever due to a ring and a piece of paper is just
depressing.”
“Two more men?” Elliot said, regarding him with a suspicious
eye. “Who else do you know who’s hitched?”
Julien, Robbie instantly thought, as an image of the famous
chef came to mind.
Julien “the Prick” Thornton. And this time, as Julien’s name
ran through Robbie’s head, he made a point to roll the Jul over his tongue the
way Julien had when he’d introduced himself that night at the bar. That’s
right…Julien “I’m gay, gorgeous, and, oh yeah, married to your worst enemy”
Thornton. He was hitched.
“No one,” Robbie said, and pouted. Then he swiveled on the
stool to look out at the men gyrating all over one another. “You go and play
for the both of us. I’m going to sit here and—”
“Ferment?”
“Okay that word is too big for my brain right now,” Robbie
said, and winced. “Go and feel up the muscles and men for me. Someone should get
some enjoyment out of them.”
Elliot pursed his lips. “I don’t know…”
“I’m just gonna sit here. Not going anywhere,” Robbie
promised, crossing a finger over his chest.
“Your heart is on the other side, genius.”
Robbie switched sides and did it again. “I’m just gonna
drown my sorrows so my body hurts tomorrow and will take my mind off my broken
heart.”
“Aww, cheer up, Buttercup. Your Prince Charming will come to
you one day soon.”
“Well, until then”—Robbie gestured for the bartender—“I’m
going to drink myself into a deep slumber in the hopes that maybe he’ll come on
me, or, you know, at least kiss me back to life.”
Elliot placed a hand on Robbie’s arm. “Do not go anywhere.
I’ll be back for you.”
“I can’t feel my legs to move, so… I’ll stay. Like a good
little boy.”
“Don’t know how good you are, but…” Elliot chuckled, then
before he headed out to the dance floor, said, “Where’s your phone?”
Robbie dug into his pants pocket and pulled it free.
Elliot opened the contacts and scrolled down to his name,
and then set it on the bar in front of Robbie. “You need me, call. Do not leave
this seat.”
Robbie touched his fingertips to his temple in a sloppy
salute and then hiccupped. “Yes, sir.”
“Okay. Be back for you soon.” Elliot then turned to the
bartender and said, “No more after this for him.”
When the bartender nodded, Robbie’s mouth fell open. “Hello,
you’re not my mother.”
“Lucky for you. She’d be spanking your ass right now, not to
mention your sisters, and I’m sure you’d much rather have that done by a man
who would then pound it afterward. I’ll be back.”
Robbie dismissed Elliot with a wave of his hand, and then
took great interest in scrolling up and down his list of contacts, searching
for someone to occupy his time. It wasn’t until he saw Julien’s number that he
realized how drunk he was, because that was the only excuse he could think of
as to why he hit call.
Well that, and: If there’s a bad decision to make, I will
make it.
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Review
Ahh! This book. I LOVE Robbie. I seriously can’t wait for
more of Priest, Julien and Robbie.
Priest has intrigued me since we first met in the PresLocke
series and then we got to know him even more with Logan and Tate. Let’s just
say, I knew I was going to fall in love with him even more. Add Robbie to the
mix and I can’t help but seriously love him!
Their story is just starting and I have no doubt their story
is going to be as amazing as Tate and Logan’s story, May 2018 is not going to
be here soon enough!
About Ella
Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”
Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips.
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