Bad Boy Bachelors – Ali Parker

Bad Boy Bachelor Claus

They want me to pose as Santa this year.

And the media turns it quickly to "Naughty Santa."

Say what? You cannot be serious.

But it’s what I’m required to do if I want the billion-dollar family business come New Year's.

There’s always a catch.

The prize is just worth my efforts this time. Our sprawling chain of department stores are a cash cow like the world has never seen.

And it’s all mine.

New York’s hottest bachelor is on the hunt, dressed up as Mr. Claus and he’s looking for an elf that’ll hop off the shelf and entertain him.

Just my luck that she’s cute, spicy, and doesn’t put up with me. Thankfully she looks stunning in a tutu and elf shoes.

Too bad she hates my guts.

My playboy ways and smart-mouth remarks haven’t won me any favors with her over the last ten years and that’s not ever going to change.

Or is it? It is Christmas after all.

The world thinks I’m calling the shots, but they have no idea my little elf has me wrapped around her pointed little finger.

Bad Boy Bachelor Cupid

There are two loves in my life: money and women. 

What can I say? I’m a simple man.

Unfortunately, my passions make it hard to behave, and the board of directors in my company is getting nervous.

America’s most eligible bachelor just bought the biggest lingerie fashion company in the country, Cupid’s Arrows.

The message from my advisors—don’t look at any of the models sideways.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Do they realize who I am?

But I behave… until the top model walks in the room. 

She’s my personal challenge poured into an hourglass figure.

I’m hurting in all the best ways. Best part? She makes me second-guess everything I thought I knew about what I wanted in life. 

All of a sudden, one night isn’t enough. Not with her. 

It’s a hands-off situation though. My hands off her. And it’s not working.

It would seem that cupid has shot his arrow, and he used my heart for his practice round.

Bad Boy Bachelor Bunny

Quickest way to a woman’s heart—chocolate.

Especially at Easter. My billionaire family is famous for being the best of the best chocolatiers in the world.

Now it’s time to up the game, but I drew the short stick.

Instead of enjoying my bachelor life of wine, women, and winning, I get to fly across the globe in search of the best fair trade cocoa that can be found.

And who’s my guide when I get there?

The hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Soon she’ll be mine.

All women are. I’ve never NOT gotten what I wanted.

But something is different about this one.

She’s gritty, fierce, and ex-military.

Hot, hot, hot.

Her tourism company offers unique guided packages off the beaten path, which is exactly where I plan on going.

The fact that she isn’t putting up with an ounce of my shit is comical and quirky.

Makes me want her all the more.

Seems that money can’t buy everything and rabbits don’t lay eggs.

Either way, this bad boy bachelor bunny is after one thing—this girl’s honey.

Bad Boy Bachelor Summer

The lake might be cold, but this thing between us is white hot.

My best friend’s little sister. You know, the one that’s off limits.

And she has been since we were kids. But that ain’t saying I wasn’t looking.

She’s all grown up now and hotter than sin.

The lake house we all grew up at is located on a larger piece of property that I own now. And I’m looking to demolish the whole neighborhood.

To say my first love and my best friend will be upset is a mild understatement.

But business is business, right?

I start out that way, but the closer this beautiful girl gets to me, the more memories she brings with her.

A guy can only resist his teenage fantasy for so long before he takes the plunge.

It’s summertime, and I’m looking for a fling.

Funnily enough, I end up with forever.

Bad Boy Bachelor Thanksgiving

There’s only one thing I want spread out on my Thanksgiving table this year, and it’s not a turkey. It’s my new hire.

My assistants keep quitting, and apparently I’m the problem. Surely not.

I just haven’t found the right one. Until her.

And of all places to find her—a pumpkin farm.

There’s no way she’s cut out to work in my world, but I find myself offering her the job anyway.

Maybe it’s because she’s desperate to save her family farm.

No, it’s because I want her in my bed.

Mixing business and pleasure is a terrible idea, but this woman seems to be worth my downfall.

She’s ballsy, beautiful, and gets sh*t done.

Unfortunately for me, she’s also great at resisting what I know we both want.

It’s all business with her until I can’t think straight.

There’s only one thing on my mind, and it isn’t the holidays.

This woman is putting the bad in my big bad Thanksgiving Day parade.

She just doesn’t know how good it’s about to get.