Wonderfully witty and achingly romantic, Bad Bachelor is an absolute must-read for anyone who loves a sexy playboy in a suit.
— Lauren Layne, New York Times bestselling author


Everybody’s talking about the hot new app reviewing New York’s most eligible bachelors. But why focus on prince charming when you can read the latest dirt on the lowest-ranked “Bad Bachelors”—NYC’s most notorious bad boys.

If one more person mentions Bad Bachelors to Reed McMahon, someone’s gonna get hurt. A PR whiz, Reed is known as an ‘image fixer’ but his womanizing ways have caught up with him. What he needs is a PR miracle of his own.

When Reed strolls into Darcy Greer’s workplace offering to help save the struggling library, she isn’t buying it. The prickly Brooklynite knows Reed is exactly the kind of guy she should avoid. But the library does need his help. As she reluctantly works with Reed, she realizes there’s more to a man than his reputation. Maybe, just maybe, Bad Bachelor #1 is THE one for her.



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Excerpt from BAD BACHELOR

She brought up the Bad Bachelors app and looked at her favorites list. The profile for Darren Montgomery sat at the top, his picture smiling up at her.

Darren was the IT manager who built furniture in his spare time. He had a solidly positive rating corroborated by several reviews…but not too many reviews. There was a fine line between the two, she’d discovered. Too many reviews could mean commitment issues, higher potential for crazy exes, or some other reason why things continually didn’t work out.

But Darren could be an option. He was kind and funny, according to one reviewer. A true gentleman, said another. The only negative thing was that apparently he worked a lot.

That wasn’t so bad.

“Not you too,” a deep male voice came from close behind her. Reed. “Is everyone using that goddamn app?”

His voice was like liquid sex. Hot, deep, smooth.

Get ahold of yourself, Darcy. Remember the thing about not becoming a puddle?

“Research is important. If women read reviews online before they buy a book, why wouldn’t they read reviews before they go on a date?”

“Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I thought dating was about getting to know someone without any preconceived judgments.” No apology for his tardiness…as she’d expected.

“If you’d actually taken the time to get to know more women, you wouldn’t be in such a bind.”

To her surprise, he laughed. “You know what? I like you, Darcy.”

The words bounced around in her brain, colliding with the questions she would never dare ask—like whether her attraction was reciprocated. Today, he looked less done than he had on their previous meetings. His dark hair was rumpled, like he’d run his fingers through it one too many times. He didn’t wear a tie, and his open collar revealed a sliver of tanned skin. Reed certainly wasn’t the stereotypical pasty office worker, that was for damn sure.

“Close your mouth, darlin’. You’re staring.” His lips quirked.

And just like that, her buzzing anticipation was replaced by the resounding urge to toss a drink in his face. “You wish, Reed. You’re not my type.”

“Oh no? You’d prefer Five-Star Darren, would you?” He inclined his head toward her phone and she snatched it out of his line of sight. “Nice guys aren’t good in bed.”

Her face was so hot she had serious concerns about spontaneous combustion. “And I suppose you’re the authority on what constitutes being good in bed.”

“I see my reputation precedes me.” The smirk bloomed into a full-blown wolfish grin. “My offer still stands, by the way. If you want to throttle me, I’m definitely up for it.”

“You…just.…” The words stuttered out of her mouth like a toddler had taken over her brain and was mashing the controls with its fist. “You’re a jerk.”

He shrugged and signaled for her to follow him. “I’ve been called worse.”

“I thought we were going to discuss the guest list,” she said, annoyed that he was getting under her skin so quickly.

“We are. But I’ve got an appointment in the financial district, so we’re going to conduct our meeting on the way.”

“And what exactly am I going to do down there?” Her protest might have had more weight if she hadn’t immediately followed him out of the café like a devoted puppy.

“Whatever you like. The company driver will bring you back whenever you’re ready. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t leave you stranded.”

“How do you know I don’t have somewhere to be?”

“Do you?” His gaze swept over her. “I can tell you’re not going to work.”

Damn it. She should have worn something other than a pair of tattered denim shorts, a black House Stark T-shirt, and Dr. Martens. “Okay fine, I don’t have anywhere to be. I’m just pointing it out so you know how rude you sound.”

He blinked. “So we’re still having the meeting?”

“Yes,” she huffed.

They stopped beside a black car with tinted windows. Out of nowhere, a driver appeared and opened the door for them. Darcy suddenly felt underdressed, which was stupid since they were only going for a ride.

“So tell me: What’s so appealing about Five-Star Darren?” Reed asked as they slid into the backseat. A glass partition separated them from the driver.

“None of your business.” Oh God, they were not having this conversation. Not while a billion dirty thoughts were driving her to distraction. Damn him, why did he have to mention sex?

Her hormones hadn’t been this rowdy since she was in high school. But the second he got close and his clean, warm scent invaded her nostrils, it was like the sexy bits of her body started doing tequila shots.

“Oh come on, you can trust me. I might even be able to give you some advice.” His brown eyes twinkled. They were framed by full, thick lashes—the kind of lashes that had no business being on a man.

God, they were far too close in the backseat of the car. Her bare leg was mere inches from his, and the scent of his aftershave invaded her nostrils. It was crisp, clean, with a hint of citrus.

Damn delectable.

“You were late today,” she blurted out, hoping the abrupt change in conversation might steer him away from delving into her nonexistent dating life—and perhaps jolt her brain into not focusing on how good he smelled. “Half an hour late and I was sitting there, waiting.”

“My meeting ran over and my phone died. I could have gone back to the office to email you, but that would have meant being later than I already was.” He reached for a bottle of water that sat in a compartment in the door. When he offered her one, she shook her head. “I apologize for keeping you waiting.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Now, back to your dating life—”

“No. We’re not having this conversation.” She held up a hand. “Besides, why do you care?”

“Because, after careful deliberation, I’ve decided that you are interesting.”

“Gee, thanks.” Darcy snorted. “I’ll pass on that so-called compliment.”


“You do know ‘interesting’ is usually a code word for ‘weird,’ right? It’s not much better than telling a girl she has a great personality.”

“What’s that a code for?”


“You are interesting…in the non–code word sense. Even if you do think I’m a jerk. And Five-Star Darren would be a terrible match, for what it’s worth.”

Curiosity tugged at her. She knew nothing about the dating world, and it was clear he was well experienced. Surely there wouldn’t be any harm in gleaning some information from him…for research purposes, of course.

“Why’s that?” she asked.

“All these women have rated him highly, yet they haven’t stayed with him. Why would that be?”

“I don’t know.” She frowned. “Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.”

“For all those women?”

Okay, so that did sound a bit suspicious when he put it like that. “But the reviews—”

“What do the reviews say?”

She pulled up Darren’s profile on the app and scanned down the page. “‘Great guy but the timing wasn’t right.’” She shot him a smug look. “See? Told you.”

“Keep reading.”

“He’s a total gentleman, but they didn’t have many common interests. Uh, another one says their jobs made dating too hard but that he was a nice person. Apparently, he’s romantic, but there wasn’t enough spark.” Darcy kept scrolling. “He’s kind and funny, a great conversationalist. I can’t see any red flags here.”

“He’s got a small dick.”

Darcy almost choked. “Excuse me?”

Reed shrugged. “Or he doesn’t know how to make a woman come.”

“Stop,” she hissed, the heat flushing through her body in a way that was entirely too pleasurable. Totally, totally inappropriate. “You can’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s just sex. And sometimes you have to look at what people aren’t saying to understand what they are.” He nodded. “Words can be unreliable like that.”


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Bad Bachelor is a romance reader’s delight. It has all the sexy-times but it’s also emotional and funny, with a fantastic cast of characters. I totally recommend!
— M. O'Keefe, USA Today bestselling author