Bad Boy for Keeps
A man set on revenge…
Mitch Mason ran the streets as a troubled teen until one act of violence shattered the trust he had with his best friend. Now he’s on a mission to clean up the town while keeping an eye on his old friend’s baby mama, Roxanne Garcia.
A woman running away from danger…
The last thing Roxanne needs is an ex-gangbanger from her past messing things up—even if she has a thing for bad boys. Neither one trusts easily but when Roxanne needs a job to support her little girl, Mitch lends a hand against his better judgment. Can these two escape their pasts in order to make a future together?
* Subgenre: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense, Diversity, New Adult
“Bad Boy for Keeps by Kelly Lynn Parra is a riveting story you won’t want to put down. Roxy and Mitch take you on a roller coaster ride of emotions. It’s a perfect mix of romance and suspense.”
~Sally Rigby, author of The Cavendish & Walker series.
“This is one delicious story. Mitch is everything you want in a hero and Roxy is strong and courageous, and together they sizzle as they battle for the happy ending that neither of them think they deserve. I loved every page of this one!
~ Amanda Ashby, author of What Were You Thinking Page Taylor?
The bell of the shop chimed, announcing someone exiting the shop. Roxanne quickly stood, tucking Tammy close to her side.
Her stomach fluttered when she laid eyes on Mitch Mason.
His blonde locks that were trimmed close to his head in a buzz cut, seemed to shine under the sunlight. His eyes were narrowed against the bright sky, staring solemnly into hers. Full lips in a brooding straight line, and a smooth jaw that looked cut with a knife. She wasn’t sure the last time she’d seen him smile. Hadn’t been since he’d been around Campos’s, but a fleeting memory from when they were younger lingered in her mind. When life had been so easy.
Now there was something about him, his posture, his attitude that oozed “Mess with me and you’ll regret it” vibes.
And that was the problem. Hers, anyway.
With her attraction to I-could-give-a-fudge bad boys.
“I heard what happened,” he said, his hand lifting halfway toward the shop before rising to rub at his right shoulder.
The shoulder where he once took a bullet.
The story goes that Mitch had fractured Ricky’s jaw a few years ago and Ricky had shot him for it.
Get away from him. He’s bad news.
She grabbed Tammy’s hand and huddled her into the back seat of the Nova. “Wait in here while I load the trunk.”
“Because I said.” She pushed the lock and shut the door, before making her way to the rear. She hated to be short with Tammy, but wanted her away from Mitch Mason. He was a stranger to her now. In the years on her own, she learned caution meant safety.
Mitch was already emptying the cart of dry cleaning. “I got it.” Her voice was just sharp enough that he stopped and moved back on the sidewalk.
She slammed the trunk closed. When she went to push the cart, Mitch gripped the handle.
She forced herself to meet that piercing stare, damning her pulse for fluttering. A stare so disconcerting it was as if he could read her mind.
“Look.” He pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket. “There’s an elderly lady…she needs help taking care of her home during the day, getting her meals, her medicine.” He cleared his throat. “She’s a good person. The pay will match what you had going here. Maybe more.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think so.” Things would have to get a whole lot worse before she stepped backwards and started accepting any kind of help from her old life. She pushed his hand away, but her breath caught when he ended up gripping her fingers. His skin felt warm and rough, his grip secure. She went to pull away just as he pushed the paper into her hand before letting go.
“Just think about it. That’s her address and number. Maybe you could meet her before you decide.”
Roxanne waited a beat. “Why are you doing this?”
He just shook his head, turning away, and swaggered that bad-ass walk into the shop.
Mitch Mason, bad boy, retired gangbanger, and now man of mystery.