Title: Rebel Soul
Author: LK Farlow
Release Date: January 23, 2020
Genre: Contemporary Romance
West Larson comes from old money—the kind of wealth that comes with expectations steeped in archaic traditions. So, it’s not surprising when he learns the conditions of his trust fund: produce an heir before he turns twenty-five.
Enter Stacia Kellan. Her lowkey personality makes her the perfect baby mama…without the drama. And thanks to her wild-ass hair, colorful tattoos, and smart mouth, she’s exactly the kind of girl his parents would never approve of. Add in the fact that she’s a total smokeshow…knocking her up certainly wouldn’t be a hardship.
Stacia lives her life fast and loud. The idea of settling down isn’t on her radar. So, when her long-time friend asks her to have his baby, her immediate answer is a big, fat hell-to-the-no. Seriously, is he crazy?
West pulls out all the stops in wooing her and with every heated encounter, Stacia finds herself falling a little more for his charm and wit. Oh, and his forearms…yum.
Obligations. Lust. Friendship. Love.The lines begin to blur as emotions enter the equation and besides, everyone knows you can’t deny your rebel soul.
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“What’s got you smiling?” West questions, joining me at the island in nothing more than a pair of low-slung sweats.
I turn my dopey grin his way and gasp. Holy-dick-print, Batman.
He chuckles and palms his morning wood. “I’d apologize, but it’s a natural reaction.”
Finding my voice, I say, “Noooo. No need to apologize. Everything is great. Fine. Perfect.”
West chuckles and flexes his hips so that his sizable erection virtually leers at me. “You keep staring at him, and he’s gonna think you want sausage for breakfast.”
I tear my eyes away from his groin as we both guffaw at the utter absurdity of what he just said. “Damn, dude. You spit game like that, it’s a wonder women aren’t beating down your front door!”
A scoff passes his highly kissable lips. “Please. You know firsthand exactly how much game I have. As I recall, it landed you in my lap in Brock’s backseat.”
I roll my eyes even as I feel my cheeks heat. “Once, and you didn’t even get to seal the deal.”
He steps closer to me. “Only because Brock and Abby Jane came back. If they’d have been thirty—hell, ten minutes later, I guarantee, I’d have had you writhing in pleasure and chanting my name like a sacred prayer.”I laugh him off, unwilling to admit that my panties pretty much just burst into flames.
LK Farlow (A.K.A Kate) is a small town girl with a love for words. She’s been writing stories for as long she can remember. A Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA–that’s Lower Alabama, y’all–with her amazing husband and three rambunctious children. When she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching car shows while she crochets or with her nose in a book.
