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Title: Filthy Little Pretties
Author: Trilina Pucci
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: March 25, 2020
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.
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.
He 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. Over Liam’s shoulder, I see Grey down his drink and toss it, making his way toward us. Liam makes it five more feet before Grey spins us around and steals me right from his arms.
She’s not skinny-dipping. My feet hit the floor, and I’m positioned directly between both my giant boys. Well, Van...are we doing this or what? Liam taunts, completely ignoring Grey.
No rings out over me by Grey. My face shoots to Grey’s and back to Liam’s, just in time to see Liam strip himself of his shirt. Come on, Van. Don’t be a party pooper. Let Grey be grumpy by himself. Have some fun with me.
Damn him. He’s so fucking cute. I can’t say no to him. My lips won’t stay neutral; they keep pulling up as Liam takes off his shoes. Then his socks. Dammit.
I turn to Grey, who looks at my smile, then to my eyes. Hell no. It’s only fair. We had so much fun on the way here. I mean, it is a party...what happened to ‘I won’t tell’ and ‘Have fun, Donovan?
My feet carry me backward as I reach for Grey’s sweatshirt that I’m still wearing and peel it over my head. Yes, Van. Let’s do this! Liam reaches for his jeans, and I cover my eyes, but Grey’s grumpy voice has me peeking through my fingers.
Leave your fucking briefs on. She doesn’t need to be traumatized by your small dick. Liam barks out a laugh. That water’s cold as hell. We’re both gonna shrivel the fuck up.
I see Grey kick off his sneakers, and I jump up and down in place, clapping before shimmying out of my own pants and pulling my T-shirt off. I’m left in a lavender lace bra and a white polka-dot G-string.
The shirt drops to the ground, and both guys stand there, jeans around their ankles, equal distance apart, staring at me. Don’t make this weird. It’s nothing you haven’t already seen, I’m sure.
Grey’s jaw tenses, and Liam looks out at the lake full of naked bodies and back to me, as I reach behind to unclasp my bra. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Leave the panties and bra on. Yup, Grey grits out between his teeth. I stand shocked by their attitude. Oh my God, seriously? It’s a body. They’re tits.
I grip my breast to emphasize my point. Every other person in the world has a pair. Nobody cares. We care, Grey growls. You stay covered.
This isn’t Bar-they-lona anymore, Dorothy, Liam teases, saying Barcelona with a spot-on Spanish lisp. I narrow my eyes and walk in between them, glaring, and turn away to tiptoe over the grass to stroll out onto the empty deck by myself. They stand there still staring at me, and I want to laugh at how ridiculous they’re being.
Looking back, I know that I’m a silhouette, so I reach back and unclasp my bra, holding it up and letting it hang from my fingers, yelling out, I thought you liked bad decision Donovan.
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.
He 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. Over Liam’s shoulder, I see Grey down his drink and toss it, making his way toward us. Liam makes it five more feet before Grey spins us around and steals me right from his arms.
She’s not skinny-dipping. My feet hit the floor, and I’m positioned directly between both my giant boys. Well, Van...are we doing this or what? Liam taunts, completely ignoring Grey.
No rings out over me by Grey. My face shoots to Grey’s and back to Liam’s, just in time to see Liam strip himself of his shirt. Come on, Van. Don’t be a party pooper. Let Grey be grumpy by himself. Have some fun with me.
Damn him. He’s so fucking cute. I can’t say no to him. My lips won’t stay neutral; they keep pulling up as Liam takes off his shoes. Then his socks. Dammit.
I turn to Grey, who looks at my smile, then to my eyes. Hell no. It’s only fair. We had so much fun on the way here. I mean, it is a party...what happened to ‘I won’t tell’ and ‘Have fun, Donovan?
My feet carry me backward as I reach for Grey’s sweatshirt that I’m still wearing and peel it over my head. Yes, Van. Let’s do this! Liam reaches for his jeans, and I cover my eyes, but Grey’s grumpy voice has me peeking through my fingers.
Leave your fucking briefs on. She doesn’t need to be traumatized by your small dick. Liam barks out a laugh. That water’s cold as hell. We’re both gonna shrivel the fuck up.
I see Grey kick off his sneakers, and I jump up and down in place, clapping before shimmying out of my own pants and pulling my T-shirt off. I’m left in a lavender lace bra and a white polka-dot G-string.
The shirt drops to the ground, and both guys stand there, jeans around their ankles, equal distance apart, staring at me. Don’t make this weird. It’s nothing you haven’t already seen, I’m sure.
Grey’s jaw tenses, and Liam looks out at the lake full of naked bodies and back to me, as I reach behind to unclasp my bra. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Leave the panties and bra on. Yup, Grey grits out between his teeth. I stand shocked by their attitude. Oh my God, seriously? It’s a body. They’re tits.
I grip my breast to emphasize my point. Every other person in the world has a pair. Nobody cares. We care, Grey growls. You stay covered.
This isn’t Bar-they-lona anymore, Dorothy, Liam teases, saying Barcelona with a spot-on Spanish lisp. I narrow my eyes and walk in between them, glaring, and turn away to tiptoe over the grass to stroll out onto the empty deck by myself. They stand there still staring at me, and I want to laugh at how ridiculous they’re being.
Looking back, I know that I’m a silhouette, so I reach back and unclasp my bra, holding it up and letting it hang from my fingers, yelling out, I thought you liked bad decision Donovan.
©Trilina Pucci 2020
“WOWOWOW. Poignant, hot, and riddled with all the tension and feels I adore in a new adult romance!” —Ella Fields, Amazon bestselling author
"Trilina delivers an addictive high school romance high on angst and drama and a book that is total sexy perfection. Prepare to be twisted into delicious knots! I loved it!"--Siobhan Davis, USA Today bestselling author
"Trilina Pucci slayed me with this story! I loved Grey and Donovan's sexy, angsty, decadent world... It's Gossip Girl with a fresh new edge." --Piper Lawson, USA Today Best Selling Author
"The writing is superb. The chemistry is off the charts. This book is simply unputdownable!" --Calia Read, author
"Trilina delivers the perfect amount of angst that had me flipping the page to the very end. I couldn't put this book down" --T.L Smith, USA Today Best Selling Author
"Filthy Little Pretties is sexy, snarky, and utterly addictive. I couldn't put it down! Sets a new bar for new adult bully romances."--Tara Leigh, author
"Angsty Perfection" --S.M. Soto, author
"If sexy, high school drama is what you crave...Filthy Little Pretties is going to give you all that and more."--Cassandra Robbins, USA Today Bestselling author
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Trilina is an author, wife, and mama to three rowdy kiddos. When she isn't making grilled cheese sandwiches, she can be found writing saucy novels that titillate and excite her readers.
Pucci’s journey started impulsively. She wanted to check off a box on her bucket list. But what began as fulfillment has become incredibly fulfilling. And now she can’t see her life without her characters, her readers and this community.
She currently resides in Northern California with her Italian stallion and her feral children, where the days are slow and easy and wine pours are heavy. (just kidding…maybe)
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