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  First Touch

  A British Bad Boy Romance

  Vivian Wood

  Contents

  Author’s Copyright

  First Touch

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Hot As Hell

  1. Lily

  2. Cade

  3. Lily

  4. Cade

  5. Lily

  6. Cade

  7. Lily

  8. Lily

  9. Cade

  10. Lily

  11. Cade

  12. Lily

  13. Cade

  14. Lily

  15. Cade

  16. Lily

  17. Cade

  18. Lily

  19. Cade

  20. Lily

  21. Cade

  22. Lily

  23. Cade

  24. Lily

  25. Cade

  26. Lily

  27. Cade

  28. Lily

  29. Cade

  30. Lily

  31. Cade

  32. Lily

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  Addiction

  1. Sean

  2. Harper

  3. Sean

  4. Sean

  5. Harper

  6. Sean

  7. Harper

  8. Sean

  9. Sean

  10. Harper

  11. Harper

  12. Sean

  13. Harper

  14. Sean

  15. Harper

  16. Sean

  17. Harper

  18. Sean

  19. Harper

  20. Sean

  21. Harper

  22. Sean

  23. Harper

  24. Sean

  25. Harper

  26. Sean

  27. Harper

  28. Sean

  29. Harper

  30. Sean

  31. Harper

  Obsession

  1. Sean

  2. Harper

  3. Sean

  4. Harper

  5. Sean

  6. Harper

  7. Sean

  8. Harper

  9. Sean

  10. Harper

  11. Sean

  12. Harper

  13. Sean

  14. Harper

  15. Sean

  16. Harper

  17. Sean

  18. Harper

  19. Sean

  20. Harper

  21. Sean

  22. Harper

  23. Sean

  24. Harper

  25. Sean

  26. Harper

  27. Sean

  28. Harper

  29. Sean

  30. Harper

  His Brother’s Fiancée

  1. Effie

  2. King

  3. Effie

  4. King

  5. Effie

  6. King

  7. Effie

  8. King

  9. Effie

  10. King

  11. Effie

  12. King

  13. Effie

  14. King

  15. Effie

  16. King

  17. Effie

  18. King

  19. Effie

  20. King

  21. Effie

  22. King

  23. Effie

  24. King

  25. Effie

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  Dr. Hottie

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Want MORE?

  About Vivian Wood

  Author’s Copyright

  Copyright Vivian Wood 2018

  May not be replicated or reproduced in any manner without express and written permission from the author. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to author and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  First Touch

  1

  Audrey

  “Okay, Aud. Basically everything in our lives is counting on this, so… you know, be nice.”

  Audrey straightened the wrinkles from her light gray suit and pulled a face. She and Jack stood in the law firm’s chic lobby, waiting to be called into a conference room for The Big Meeting. The one that Jack insisted was about to change his life, give him his big shot.

  “Mmmhm,” she murmured.

  She reached out to straighten his tie. His suit jacket was wrinkled beyond all reckoning. The suit was also a full size too small for his tall, heavily muscled frame, but there was nothing to be done about it just now. Just getting him into a suit and making sure he brushed his bright red mop of hair had seemed like a minor miracle.

  Sometimes, caring for Jack was like caring for a teenaged boy, though he was nearly twenty seven.

  “I’m always nice,” Audrey told her brother as she brushed a bit of lint off his shoulder.

  The look on Jack’s face said he clearly disagreed, but Audrey ignored him.

  She wasn’t nervous about the meeting, exactly. It seemed unlikely that anything would come of this, other than an hour of her life wasted on listening to some lawyers tell Jack no way, Jose.

  It was more that Jack had spent so much time chatting her up about his famous friend Liam, star athlete for this and that European football team. If he was lying, it was the most complex lie of Jack’s whole life. Jack was usually honest to the point of being accidentally offensive.

  So curiosity ate at Audrey, and it made her feel fidgety. She adjusted the long, thick fishtail braid that held her flame-red locks in check. She put on more lip gloss, several times. She drummed her fingertips on a side table until Jack told her to quit. She picked up a magazine, turning the pages of Forbes in aggressive flicks and sighing.

  “Aud, chill out,” Jack said. “You made us get here super early. The meeting is probably just about to start.”

  Relax, Audrey. She heard that a lot, from pretty much everyone she knew. It just wasn’t something she was good at.

  She took a deep breath in and focused on the huge marble statue that stood in the middle of the waiting area. It was Audrey’s height, just about five feet high. She stared at it an
d tried to remember which Rodin sculpture it was.

  The Hand of God? The Secret?

  She wasn’t sure. She’d only finished her fine arts degree the year before, but she’d hardly paid any attention to famous sculptures. In any event, it was a strange design choice amongst the sleek white furnishings and chrome desks she’d seen in the rest of the office.

  She cleared her throat and tried to focus by staring at the heavy oak doors of the conference room.

  As if summoned, a pretty secretary swung one of the doors open and beckoned. “They’re ready for you. Follow me, please.”

  Jack took the lead. This was his show, after all.

  “Liam!” he said, the second he stepped into the room.

  Immediately, several things became very clear to Audrey.

  First — Jack hadn’t lied about his famous footballer friend, or the fact that said friend was trying to get him a spot on the brand new Atlanta Unified team.

  Second — Jack’s friend was the most casually dressed guy here, the one guy standing in jeans and a button-up. With that sexy-scruffy beard and the tattoos peeking out of the cuffs of his shirt, it seemed likely that he was probably Liam Packham. The Liam Packham. Famous, if Jack were to be believed.

  Third — Audrey had encountered The Liam Packham before. If her math was correct, she’d sat on his lap and locked lips with him almost exactly one year before this moment.

  Yeah, it had been a minute, but there was no way to forget a man like Liam. Those tattoos, that big, lean body… those blazing green eyes?

  Audrey grabbed for Jack, unsure what to do. Her brother shook her off and went over to shake hands with Liam, which turned into one of those bro-hey-let’s-hug things.

  “That’s Liam?” she hissed. “As in, your best friend from high school?”

  “Yeah,” Jack said, giving her a weird look. “I’ve showed you pictures, I’m sure. And you’ve watched matches with me before, on TV. How can you not know what he looks like?”

  Audrey didn’t have a good answer for that. At the moment, she was a pure knot of anxious panic.

  Was it too late to run? Or build a time machine and travel back to her 23rd birthday to slap those tequila shots out of her hand?

  She couldn’t stop wondering if this was real. How could she have ended up in a club with Liam on that fated day? He was British, for god’s sake! What would he have been doing in some packed Atlanta club?

  Visiting Jack, she realized instantly. Oh god. What have I done?

  Then The Liam Packham turned to look at her, pinning her with his forest green gaze. Surprise flared on his face.

  Did that mean he remembered her? He opened his mouth for the barest second, but Jack interrupted him.

  “Liam, this is my sister Audrey,” Jack said. “Audrey, don’t be weird. Come shake hands.”

  And then she was moving forward, propelled through her fear by nothing more than the Southern manners drilled into her since birth.

  It was a little like watching a scary movie, yelling at the characters not to go in that room. But this was Audrey’s actual life, and her hand stretched out.

  She stepped close enough to smell his distinctive cologne, to look at up his dark hair and perfect cheekbones up close.

  “Hi, I’m Audrey,” she said. Pure instinct at this point. She looked at him, begging him not to expose her. Not to tell anyone that she’d been grinding on his lap the first time they met, that she’d come very damned close to fucking him in the VIP booth of a crowded club.

  Then a mischievous smile appeared on his face, a dimple flashing in his left cheek.

  “Audrey,” he repeated.

  Lord, was he ever gorgeous. Her mouth went dry, a little from fear but mostly just from being so close to him again. She flushed, thinking of her repeated fantasies about him, fantasies that she ran into him again and they finished what they’d started.

  God, she’d made herself come thinking about him. Countless times.

  She glanced at the window, wondering if it would be too dramatic to just fling herself out. They were only on the first floor, after all.

  “I’m Liam,” he said, taking her hand. That thick Cockney accent sent a shiver down her spine, just as before.

  The feel of his warm fingers clasping hers made her stomach flutter unbearably.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” she managed, then bit her lip.

  “Oh, Audrey,” he said. “I assure you, the pleasure’s mine.”

  He held her hand for another long beat before releasing her. Audrey was quick to step back behind her brother, who was giving Liam a hard look.

  “No flirting with my sister,” Jack said, then laughed.

  Liam laughed, and the men at the table chuckled along with him. Liam looked over at them. “Let me introduce everyone so we can begin…”

  Names were given, hands shook. It was a bit of a blur to Audrey. Several of the businessmen wore similar dark suits and their features were so bland that they could have almost been related.

  Everyone took their seats, Audrey and Jack across from Liam, all the suits taking up the rest of the seats at the long glass conference table.

  “The reason we called you here is to talk about Liam’s contract with Atlanta Unified, and Jack’s potential part in that…” one of the lawyers started in.

  Audrey didn’t hear another word for at least a few minutes. She was trying not to stare at Liam, and failing. For some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone in the room somehow knew.

  Knew that she’d run her tongue along the thick cords of muscle in his neck. Tasted his salty skin, inhaled his masculine scent.

  Boldly cupped his erection through his jeans, blushing when he intimated that women often found his size pleasing.

  No one in the room was even looking at her, though.

  Well, until Jack drew all the attention right to her. Typical.

  “That’s actually why I brought Audrey here today,” Jack said, nodding to one of the guys. Liam’s manager, maybe?

  “What?” Audrey asked, her brow furrowing.

  The manager cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s gaze.

  “Basically, we want Liam here in Atlanta, playing for Atlanta Unified. He’s been practicing with the team, and we think he’s a great fit. He’s good for the team, and Liam could use a little time out of London,” the manager said, giving Liam a knowing glance. “When Liam signs with Atlanta Unified, they’ve agreed to give him several of his contract stipulations, such as having Jack on the team as well.”

  “And I’ll be playing, not just some pity friend who rides the bench,” Jack says, tapping Audrey’s arm. “I’ll be sweeping in no time, Aud.”

  “Uh huh…” she said. “Where do I come in, exactly? I thought I was just here being supportive.”

  “Well, see, Liam mentioned that he’d just fired an assistant. And I thought, you know, since you’re between jobs…” Jack motioned between them.

  “Not just an assistant,” the manager cut in, drumming his fingertips on the table. “A body man. Keeps Liam’s whole life running smoothly. Most importantly, keeps him out of trouble.”

  Liam made a low sound, and the table fell silent for a second. One of the lawyers took the opportunity to jump in.

  “The team has their own laundry list of contract requirements. Aside from the usual, no drugs or arrests, they want Liam to avoid any and all negative press. They’ve actually…” he paused, flipping through a thick sheaf of papers before him. “Here, the team has actually taken the liberty of listing the types of events they would consider negative press. It’s… extensive.”

  He hefted the document and offered it to Audrey, who declined.

  “I believe you. I still don’t see why I’m here,” she said. The lawyer slid it over to her anyway.