List Me With Your Best Shot

List Me With Your Best Shot Best Men #2 Isla Olsen Copyright 2023 Isla Olsen All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in an article or book review. All people, events and places featured in this book are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious context. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Cover Copyright 2023 Cate Ashwood Cover Photography Wander Aguiar Created with Vellum About the Book Jack Here’s a suggestion in case you ever find yourself in the predicament of having to watch the guy you’ve been in love with for the past twenty years marry your ex-fiance: Stay away from tequila. Actually, just stay away from alcohol altogether. Put the grown-up pants on and just suck it up. Otherwise you might end up literally and figuratively spilling your guts in front of your ex’s best friend, who also happens to be your arch-nemesis. I’ve known and disliked Alastor King since high school, and he’s the last person in the world I want knowing my secret. But instead of using the information to destroy my life, he makes me an offer: a month-long sex rehab, after which time he swears any feelings I have for my best mate will have magically vanished. He thinks I’m too stuck in my ways and all I need to do to get over Trent is to venture out of my comfort zone by completing Alastor’s specially tailored kink list. I figure it’s worth a go, even if the only thing I accomplish is proving Alastor wrong. But I’m not going to let him have all the power—while I’m checking off items on his list, he’s going to be completing one of mine. Fire away. List Me With Your Best Shot is and enemies to lovers, opposites attract, secret fling romantic comedy. It’s the sequel to And the Best Man Ran Away With the Groom but features a new couple and can be read as a standalone. Contents 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 Epilogue 1 Jack I bring the bottle of Singha to my lips, taking a long sip as I stare out the hotel’s window at the distant view of waves crashing against the white sand of Chaweng beach. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be out on the water today instead of trussed up in this monkey suit preparing to endure my version of hell. “Hope you’re not thinking about making another break for it,” I hear a wry voice say from behind me. “I definitely won’t be helping you this time, that’s for sure.” I manage a soft chuckle and shake my head. “From the eleventh floor? I’m good, but I’m not that good.” Tearing my eyes from the beach, I turn to face my best friend. Trent smooths his hands down the front of his tailored suit jacket— the one that hugs his lean, muscular body like a second skin. And I’m suddenly re-evaluating my decision not to make a break for it out the window. “How do I look?” I lift the beer to my lips again in an effort to disguise my reaction. With a well-practiced cavalier shrug and a slight curve of my lips, I tell him, “You’ll do.” He tosses his head back with a laugh. “There’s that vote of confidence I was looking for.” “You’ve never needed me to stroke your ego,” I point out. “I’m not about to start now.” I finish the beer and set the bottle on the table by the window next to another empty from earlier. Then I stride over to the suite’s mini- fridge and retrieve another one. “Want one?” “Nah, I’m good.” I shrug and am gazing around the room trying to remember where I left the bottle opener when I catch sight of the expression on Trent’s face. It’s the same one he was wearing the day he first told me about him and Xavier getting together. Like he’s feeling guilty and uncomfortable. “What?” I grumble. “Why are you looking like that?” He shrugs. “I don’t know. You just seem a little...off.” I arch an eyebrow at him, taking a sip of my beer. “Off?” “Three beers in already? That’s not exactly like you...” I groan in annoyance. “Fine, if you must know, I’m taking the opportunity to enjoy a few beers in peace before I’m forced to spend the day in close proximity to Alastor fucking King. Oh, and thanks for inviting my parents, by the way—I really need them breathing down my neck.” Deflect, deflect, deflect. I’m in complete survival mode now. Trent looks somewhat placated, nodding thoughtfully. “Okay. So, it’s not about Xav?” I stare at him in confusion. “Why the fuck would it be about Xav?” Trent just rolls his eyes. “Well, less than two years ago you were the one set to marry him.” “And I refer your attention back to the whole escaping out the window thing,” I say wryly. “Xav and I were never right for each other. You know that.” Trent nods, offering me the smile that hits me in the heart every time. “Yeah. I guess I do.” The truth is, I only ever proposed to Xavier Newbold because I was trying to convince myself I was over Trent. There are a lot of things I’ve done in my thirty-seven years that I’d love to take back; unfortunately, my habit of acting first and thinking later has gotten me into some dumb, and occasionally dangerous, situations. But nothing has been