Falling For the Bad Girl by @Nina_Croft #Romance #Suspense #mgtab @InkSlingerPR


Today we have the sexy new release from Nina Croft, Falling for the Bad Girl! We are so excited to share this title with you! Grab your copy and follow the tour today!


About Falling for the Bad Girl:

As a second generation detective, Nathan Carter is a cop, through and through, one who definitely sees things in black and white. But his work ethic—and libido—are thrown off balance when he heads up the case against jewel thief, Regan Malloy. Because with one sizzling look, she’s got him hot and hard. And he’s been that way, ever since.


Growing up, Regan’s favorite hobby was learning to crack safes, and she was very, very good at it. Still, she’d always tried to keep to the straight and narrow, and only strayed when she believed a friend was in desperate straits. Now she’s out of prison and starting over. If only she could forget that she’d spent the last three years fantasizing about the stunningly gorgeous detective who locked her away.


It’s inevitable that they meet up again—in bars, hotels…and hotel beds. Despite their differences, they can’t keep their hands off each other. Still, it’s just desire. If they give it enough time, it’ll burn itself out. Because a good boy and a bad girl can’t possibly make it work. Can they?


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“You back with us?” Nate murmured.

“Yeah.” She exhaled, pushing herself up a little so she could peer into his face. His lips curled in a lazy smile that sent tingles through her body to her very core. “That was…intense.”

“That’s one word for it. I may never move again. Just stay here until they find our bodies.”

“Can you stay?” she asked.

“I can. I visited with Dad before I came here. But it’s Friday. Isn’t there somewhere you’re supposed to be?”

For a moment, her mind went blank.

Oh my God, it’s Friday.

She glanced at the clock. It was after eight. She was supposed to be at her mom and dad’s by seven. She was so fucked. Where the hell was her phone? She jumped from the bed, naked, and headed for the door. She opened it, slammed it closed again, and turned, pressing her back against the wood. Her mind refused to acknowledge what she had just seen. Sadly, that state of numbness did not last long.


Nate still lay in bed, a sheet over his hips, one arm behind his head. “Something wrong?”

She cleared her throat. “The room—in there—it’s full of people.”

“How full?” He sounded amused. Hah. That wouldn’t last long.

She closed her eyes and pictured the sitting room. “Darcy, Summer, my brother Tom, and I presume his new girlfriend.” What the holy hell was Tom doing here? He’d probably been sent by her mother when she hadn’t turned up. And she’d opened the door. And she’d been naked.

Oh. My. God. No.

If she’d ever had a beam-me-up-Scotty moment, this was it.

This was so, so wrong.

She glared at Nate. How the hell had the two of them not noticed that many people arriving? He was a goddamn detective. Wasn’t he supposed to notice things? Could it be that they’d been a little distracted? God, had she made any noises? Had Nate? Honestly, her mind was a blank, but she did have a habit of screaming.

Well, the damage was done. Now she just had to find the best way out.

Her choices came down to: hiding under the bed or escaping out of the window.

Before she could make up her mind, someone rapped hard on the door. “Regan, come out, come out, we know you’re in there.”

About Nina Croft:

Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of nine-to-five work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance, often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.



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My name is Jacquie Biggar and I’m a total dork. I am a wife, mother of one, grandmother, and a total sucker for my dog and cat. I’m also a hopeless romantic. I am the biggest The Voice fan ever, and can be found every Monday night with my nose plastered to the television laughing at Blake and Adam’s shenanigans. I enjoy going to my grandson’s hockey and lacrosse games, hanging at the beach with DH (darling hubby), taking pictures, and reading romance novels. I have a slight Tim Hortons obsession. I love gardening. I love the color pink… and did I mention I love my husband?  JACQUIE BIGGAR  is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males and strong, contemporary women willing to show their men that true power comes from love.  Free reads, excerpts, author news, and contests can be found on her web site: http://jacqbiggar.com You can follow her on at http://Facebook.com/jacqbiggar, http://Twitter.com/jacqbiggar Or email her via her web site. Jacquie lives on Vancouver Island with her husband and loves to hear from readers all over the world! You can also join her street team on Facebook: Biggar's Book Buddies Or her exclusive Review Crew: https://jacqbiggar.com/join-my-review-crew/ And sign up for her newsletter- http://www.subscribepage.com/jacqbiggar

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