“Trilina Pucci gave me everything I wanted! It’s angsty goodness and I ate it up.”— Cassandra Robbins, USA Today bestselling author
Filthy Little Pretties, an all-new addictive and provocative standalone from Trilina Pucci is coming March 26th, and we have the first peek!
Sneak Peek:
Liam steals the cup from me and takes a large gulp, then pulls it away from his lips to look at it before throwing the rest on the grass. “That won’t do.”
“Liam,” I laugh. “That was my drink.”
He brings his face close to mine and growls, making me giggle and back up, as he stalks toward me. I hold my hands out, “You better stop it. You’re drunk and can’t be trusted. Grey—a little help?”
But Grey doesn’t move a muscle as he swigs his own drink. Bastard. He’s enjoying this. Liam puts his arms behind his back and chuckles.
“He can’t help you. And you’re right. On both accounts—I am drunk and shouldn’t be trusted.”
Liam lunges for me, wrapping an arm around my stomach and swinging me around. I scream, laughing until he pulls me to his chest and stares down at me. The specks of yellow in his eyes almost glow in the light.
“So terrible you are.”
He blows a breath full of whiskey at my bangs, clearing them from my face. “Come on, Yoda, you need to catch up. Everybody’s getting crazy tonight.”
The moment he says it, Ethan runs by, stark nude. “Skinny-dip!”
I bury my face in Liam’s chest and squeal with laughter as he howls at the sky a few times before sweeping me off the ground.
“Nooo!”
“Hell yeah. We’re dipping, Van.”
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Synopsis:
Donovan Kennedy is the girl dreams are made of.
Five years ago, she was our best friend.
Our moral compass.
The girl that held our hands everywhere we went.
The three of us were young. Innocent.
Nothing could touch us — not even heartache.
That was then.
Now she’s back. All grown up.
With red lips and long legs — a challenge waiting to be accepted. A prize that’ll turn our world upside down.
Brothers turned to enemies.
Friendships decimated.
Lies told.
Hearts torn apart.
We never expected to fall for the girl.
In the end, she’ll only choose one —Me.
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