GENTLEMAN NINE
(A standalone)
Release date: February
19, 2018
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
New York
Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Penelope
Ward
Synopsis:
From New
York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone
novel.
Growing up, the three of us were friends.
He was the nerd.
I was the playboy.
She was the beauty.
Growing up, the three of us were friends.
He was the nerd.
I was the playboy.
She was the beauty.
Deep down, I
only ever wanted her. I kept it inside because Rory and I made a pact that our
friend, Amber, was off-limits.
He lied.
I went off to college, and he got the girl.
Amber never knew how I felt.
They were together for years—before he broke her heart.
Through it all and across the miles, she and I casually stayed in touch.
When my job sent me to Boston for a three-month contract position, Amber let me stay in her spare room.
Still reeling from her breakup, she’d sworn off men.
One night, I opened her computer to find the shock of my life. She’d hesitantly contacted a male escort company. Afraid to date and get her heart broken again, she was looking for sex with no strings.
Every emotion imaginable ran through me: protectiveness, jealousy—curiosity.
Amber had chosen Gentleman Number Nine and sent him a message.
She opened up to him, confessing, among other things, her physical attraction to her friend—me. But she considered me off-limits—and she thought I was a manwhore. (Ironic, considering the circumstances.)
Eventually, she set up a date to meet Gentleman Nine at a hotel.
When she showed up several nights later to meet him, she was stunned to see me standing there—with an offer I hoped she wouldn’t refuse.
EXCERPTHe lied.
I went off to college, and he got the girl.
Amber never knew how I felt.
They were together for years—before he broke her heart.
Through it all and across the miles, she and I casually stayed in touch.
When my job sent me to Boston for a three-month contract position, Amber let me stay in her spare room.
Still reeling from her breakup, she’d sworn off men.
One night, I opened her computer to find the shock of my life. She’d hesitantly contacted a male escort company. Afraid to date and get her heart broken again, she was looking for sex with no strings.
Every emotion imaginable ran through me: protectiveness, jealousy—curiosity.
Amber had chosen Gentleman Number Nine and sent him a message.
She opened up to him, confessing, among other things, her physical attraction to her friend—me. But she considered me off-limits—and she thought I was a manwhore. (Ironic, considering the circumstances.)
Eventually, she set up a date to meet Gentleman Nine at a hotel.
When she showed up several nights later to meet him, she was stunned to see me standing there—with an offer I hoped she wouldn’t refuse.
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G9,
Is that what your friends call you? I like that. Thanks for the answers.
About the AuthorIs that what your friends call you? I like that. Thanks for the answers.
That’s an
interesting question—why tonight of all nights? Well, I saw my ex tagged on
Facebook with another woman, and that put me over the edge. But it’s more than
that. Lately, I’ve developed a strong attraction to a good friend of mine, and
that’s sort of screwing with me a bit. He’s actually temporarily living in my
condo, but he’s someone I’ve known for years. I’ve always thought he was
extremely handsome, but it’s complicated.
He and I would not be a good match
romantically. He’s not the monogamous type, or at least, he never used to be.
We’re better off as friends. He was also the best friend of my ex years back,
so there’s that. Having him around, though, has made me more sensitized to my
sexual desires. Little things like the waft of his scent, the way he touches
the small of my back when he passes by me in the kitchen…it’s like my body is
on this constant state of alert. So, I was thinking if I could just—for lack of
a better word—get laid, maybe I could get this feeling out of my system.
—Amber
My jaw was
open as I just sat there staring at the screen.
Holy shit.
I read it
again.
And again.
And again.
I honestly
didn’t think that Amber felt that way about me. She would always make jokes
about me being good-looking, but her attraction to Rory proved that her taste
wasn’t exactly conventional. Now, I really felt like shit for invading her
privacy, because there was no way she would’ve been okay with confessing that
to me. I never imagined any of this had to do with me. I’d assumed it was
solely about Rory.
She wanted to
use another man to f*ck me out of her system?
That
revelation left me shocked and confused—not to mention hard as f*ck thinking
about the fact that Amber wanted me.
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Connect with Penelope
Ward:
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Penelope
Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling
author. She’s a seventeen-time New York Times bestseller. Her novels are
published in over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the
world. Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of
her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more
family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 13-year-old girl
with autism and a 12-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode
Island.
Ooh, this one sounds super good. I'm going to need to get this one pronto. Friends, secrets, sizzling chemistry? Yeah, I'm so in. Thanks for the heads up, Sue!
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