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Hello, lovely reader! High Heat Heroes is a series of exactly what you are looking for... heroes who bring the heat to every page!
Billionaires, rockstars, SEALs and more await you inside this addictive collection of HOT romances. Each story in this series is a complete stand alone and satisfies your craving for over-the-top love. You’ll also get Penelope's promised happily ever after!
There’s no need for a TW with this series. They are safe reads. Dive in for a HOT time with an alpha hero.
XOXO - Penelope
Ex-sex is the best kind of dirty, wicked fun.
The plan started out simple.
Break into Town Hall, steal the blueprints meant to demolish my family's business and make the lousy, cold-hearted billionaire ex of mine pay for his rotten attempt at bulldozing our sweet small town.
It almost worked, too.
Then I blackmailed him and that is where all the fun began.
It's complicated. Ex-sex usually is, though. But if I play my hand just right, I might lose my body and my heart to a second chance at having the hard, tattooed and muscled billionaire as mine.
Author's Naughty Note: Dirty Little Blackmailer is a tantalizing enemies-to-lovers, second chance romance filled with ex-sex, a revenge plot that leads to blackmail, filthy, inappropriate public sex and a flower show. 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
If Genevieve Summers had to sum up the last twenty-four hours it would be akin to her Uncle Steve’s peeled pickled lemons. They were exactly as nasty as the name suggested. He didn’t even try to doll it up after she’d asked about the odd-looking fruit on his counter one summer afternoon when the only thing she had to worry about was high school drama and who would be taking her to prom. Unlike all the other girls in her school, sex wasn’t even on her radar. Good grades, good behavior and shining like the North Star so her application stood out to all the universities did, however.
An attitude like that didn’t earn her pointers with her peers.
Didn’t matter, much though. That was neither here nor there now that she was an award-winning journalist and a year past her twenty-fifth birthday.
Back to those soul-sucking lemons…
A shudder started in her shoulders and worked through her body all the way to the tips of her toes. Years later and the namestill had the power to make her taste buds shiver and threaten a revolt.
Those homemade sour bombs lingered on the tongue for days, weeks even, and were just as putrid to smell. But in one of her uncle’s moments of sharing deep life lessons, he swore to her and all her brothers, if they all managed to eat just one of those nasty things nothing else would compare when it came to the sour lemons life dealt out.
She had to roll her eyes at the memory.
She learned two things the day after asking her uncle what they tasted liked and then plucking out her own lemon when nobody was looking. Nosiness might be good for reporting, but there was a limit and to never ask a question she didn’t want the answer to.
The memory forced her face into a tight pucker. Not that her uncle’s knowledge helped in any way at the moment, but she had to admit the man had been right.
Her current situation smelled and tasted just like that god-awful pickled lemon.
As of nine the previous morning her boss delivered a one hundred percent bitter and admittedly well-earned ultimatum in a none-too-sweet fashion. Either turn in a story about something that hooked readers on every word. Or, she could turn in her clearance badge. No more extensions, no more excuses.
