Wild Cherry
Book 4 - A stand-alone second-chance ménage romance
Penelope Wylde
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Contents
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Wild Cherry
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
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Who the F*ck is Penelope Wylde
They're smooth-talking jocks.
She's the one that got away.
A problem second chances can fix.
I'm Elle. Broken-hearted and just another plain, ordinary girl with her feet firmly on the ground. But secretly I burn inside and out to be the woman between them.
It wasn't always like that. I left them two years ago out of fear of how I felt toward two men. Now that I have a second chance, I hope I find the courage to shed my inhibitions.
Jace and Cade are my darkest secrets, my deepest desires. As pro football players who personify the perfect balance of rugged masculinity with gorgeous good looks, they could have their pick of women.
But they chose me.
They are built for sin with hard bodies chiseled into perfection from years on the field and willing to teach me their wicked ways. I’ve never been lust-drunk before, but they’ve stolen all my good sense.
But lust and love are worlds apart. Right? Can I find my happily-ever-after with my ex-boyfriend and his best friend or are they playing me and are only in it for another touchdown?
Author's Naughty Note: The series name says it all! Completely over-the-top and totally insta-lust the second they have their woman in hand. Pro football players and billionaires in their own right, these men don’t understand the meaning of slow. Get your binge read on and settle in for a totally off the charts second-chance romance. As always with a Penelope Wylde book, you'll get the filthy, naughty bits you crave with the perfect happily ever after you love.
Chapter One
Elle
“This is insane. Nope. Not gonna happen. No way this will work.”
I shook my head, tumbling a few strands from the upsweep holding back my thick black hair from my face. I turned left and then right in front of the large stand mirror propped in the middle of my best friend’s bedroom. I looked like, uh, like… okay I didn’t look as bad as I feared. Maybe I could pass for high society if the lights were dimmed and no one looked directly at me.
I did a few more turns and stared at myself from all angles. The girl who stared back seemed barely recognizable from head to toe. My hair twisted around the top of my head in a creation Madeline called a faux crown complete with tiny pins with sparkly jewels on the tips. And my feet were crammed into a pair of stilettos I would never opt into wearing willingly.
And my make up? Eat your heart out.
Maddy’s diamond stud earrings glistened in the bedroom light and if I moved just right, the shimmering colors radiated from each facet. Paired with a black dress that barely covered my ass and heels so high my legs looked killer, I was the female version of the Pink star diamond. I guess, taking a step back, for all intents and purposes, I did look like a real princess.
But it was all a lie. “I’m a nobody,” I say quietly, instantly deflated. I huffed, obviously still too hurt to see far beyond what my ex-boyfriend painted me as—a mediocre nobody.
“Don’t you dare cry and mess up my masterpiece.”
I raised my eyes from the floor to pin Maddy’s through the reflection of the mirror.
“And nobody, my ass. You’re Elle Morgan. The kick-ass chick who proves everyday girls like us are the real beauties of the world. Not the ones on TV with all their fancy makeup artists standing over their shoulders. Now stop pouting or that frown crease between your brows will stick like that.”
“Okay, Mom,” I drew out, pursing my lips, trying to lighten the mood a little for both our sakes.
My eyes drifted from my deep cleavage to my childhood friend. “This just isn’t me, Maddy.” I took in the strappy black number clinging to every groove and curve on my body. My normal wardrobe entailed a waitress outfit Friday to Sunday and every other day of the week required office casual with basic black pumps.
“All the more reason you need this, don’tcha think? Get out of your routine of work, home, binge read, and bed for Christ’s sake, girl. Live a little. Besides, you already bought the tickets. It would be a huge waste to see them not used. Do you wanna let him win? Hell no!” she answered before I could.
When Maddy started, letting her finish was the only way through.
“All that crap he spouted… he’s lucky I wasn’t there. He would have eaten lunch through you know where if I’d heard what he had to say.”
I smiled at my friend.
