Bad Boy Bachelor Valentine

BAD BOY BACHELOR VALENTINE ALI PARKER WESTON PARKER STAR KEY PRESS CONTENTS Find Ali Parker Find Weston Parker Ali’s Introduction Weston’s Introduction Description Dedication 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 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Epilogue Ali’s Insider Group Weston’s Insider Group Ali’s About The Author Weston’s About the Author Copyright FIND ALI PARKER www.aliparkerbooks.com FIND WESTON PARKER www.westonparkerbooks.com Ali’s Introduction Well hey there! Thank you so much for grabbing one of my books. I sure hope you love it. I’d hate to part ways once you’re done though. How about we stay in touch? We have a great family of readers on my Insiders Newsletter Group that you just can’t miss out on. We do exclusive giveaways, facebook parties, Christmas cards, event invites and sneak previews for this amazing group. And as a HUGE thank you for joining, you’ll receive a free book on me! Join the fam Here! Weston’s Introduction Hey! We’re missing you over here at the Parker’s Insider Group. Where you at?!? Come grab your spot with the best book part in town and let’s connect. Also you get a FREE novel when you join, cause, why not? See you on the inside… Get it HERE DESCRIPTION Any woman would be lucky to be mine. At least the world feels that way. A billionaire supermodel with a room full of awards? But I’m not interested in the gold-diggers. I want someone that gets me fully. As if she exists. A dating service seems silly, but it’s my last resort. Unfortunately the woman of my dreams isn’t the one I’m being set up with on a month-long single’s cruise. The girl that gets my blood pumping is the owner. And she’s off the menu. A friendship starts that quickly moves into a passion that I’ve been after my whole life. I don’t need to be set up on another tragic evening across from a beautiful face. This bad boy bachelor has found what he’s looking for. My bossy, naughty Valentine. DEDICATION Happy Valentine’s Day to all of our lovebirds out there. Love can sometimes be found in the weirdest of places, right? Ali & Weston Parker CHAPTER 1 HART “Nice, Hart! Give it to me, now,” famous photographer Sam Galloway said with another bright flash. “That’s it. Lift your chin up a little more.” He was down on one knee now, angling his camera up at me as I tried to look wistful. That was the vibe we were going for that day for an article about cologne for GQ, the magazine I modeled exclusively for now. Senter Comme Homme was the fourth cologne I’d modeled for this month, and in my opinion, it smelled the worst. Who wanted to smell like pine needles and tar with a hint of seaweed? But I couldn’t let my opinion of the scent make me look any less daydreamy as I looked off into the distance, pretending I was looking for a familiar face in the crowd. I’d been doing my best to make all of the pictures for the magazine article look different, but I wasn’t sure it was working out as planned at the moment. Not with this many people standing around. That was the actual problem for me today. A crowd. Why in the world were there so many people staring at me, milling about on the set, while I was trying to concentrate? People think that modeling is the easiest job in the world. Stand there and look good for the camera. Let the photographer push the button a few times, make your millions, go home and watch your eighty-inch LED TV while you stroke your pet miniature giraffe. People are wrong, though. A lot more goes into modeling than anyone who hasn’t done it could ever imagine. With all of these distractions going on around me, fear that I was giving him more “little kid lost in a department store looking for his mother” than “vulnerable yet tough guy who will defend you in a bar fight but also rub your feet after dinner” shot through me. This was going to take forever. “Raise your eyes a bit,” Sam instructed. “Good. Now, a little less… resentful.” The resentfulness had to do with the people pointing at me. I needed a break to find out what the hell was going on. Most of the time, there were four or five people on a set, tops. Today, there were at least three dozen, and it wasn’t like they were there to help with the props. “Can I take a break?” I asked Sam. “I need some water.” “Sure, sure, of course. Anything you need, Mr. Erickson,” Sam’s assistant, Lydia, who was a people pleaser for certain, told me with a bright smile. “Will ten minutes do?” “Yes, thank you.” I gave her a brief head nod and stepped away from the backdrop we’d been using to green screen in a cityscape later. Originally, we’d talked about filming on top of the building, but the wind was too strong today, and Sam had been afraid it would mess up my hair. Thank god for modern technology. My assistant was there the moment I stepped off set, thrusting a bottle of water into my hand. “Here you go, Hart,” Pete said with a smile. “You’re knocking them dead.” I popped the top and took a long drink before thanking him. He was young, enthusiastic, and organized, which was why he’d had the job for a couple of months now. Most of the time, my assistants didn’t last long because they were missing