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Maybe Don't Wanna

Title: Maybe Don’t Wanna
Series: The Simple Man, Book 2
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 4, 2018
Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling
Photographer: Wander Aguiar

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Blurb:

Peter Parker Penn.

Unlike the superhero his mother named him after, Parker is no good guy.

In fact, if there’s a picture in the dictionary under anti-hero, it’s his.

Parker’s spent his life trying to get back on the right side of the tracks, but each step he takes forward, he takes two more steps back.

To save one, he hurts others. To make this good, he turns that bad.

For appearances’ sake, he plays the part. He does what people expect him to do—mostly. And at the end of each day, he goes back to his lonely apartment and wishes he was a different person. One who could fix the things he’s broken.
Then Kayla Nash forces her way into his life, and the world as he knows it is irrevocably changed.

Everything he thinks he has right is wrong. And everything he thinks is wrong is oh, so right.

One thing leads to another, and suddenly he’s growing a conscience, and trying to prove to her that he’s as bad as everybody says he is.

Yet she won’t listen.

She’s convinced that she can save him.

Little does she know, Parker isn’t worth saving, and never will be.


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Excerpt:

“Peter Parker Penn?” I asked in confusion.

“Must you address me by my full name all the time?” He sounded exasperated but also somewhat relieved.

“Yes,” I said matter-of-factly. “Why are you in my apartment?”

“Because your never-ending cries of terror keep waking me up in the middle of the night, and I already don’t get enough sleep as it is,” he answered honestly. “Are you awake now?”

I swallowed, slightly horrified that I’d kept him up with my nightmares.

I knew I had them. I always remembered all of my dreams, nightmares included. However, I hadn’t realized that I was having them and crying out in my sleep. That I felt bad about.

“I’m sorry, Parker,” I murmured. “I didn’t know that I was keeping you up.”

He grunted something. “Move over.”

“Uhhh,” I choked. “Why?”

In response, he moved me over himself.

“Because I don’t like getting into the cold spot,” he answered as he pushed me over to the ‘cold spot’ in question.

I giggled when his hands found my ribs, then slightly flailed as he moved me some more until I was where he wanted me.

“What are you…”

Then he got into my bed and took over the use of my pillow.

“Go back to sleep,” he ordered.

I almost laughed at him.

Here it was, four o’clock in the morning, and I was not going back to sleep. Not ever. Or, at least not tonight anyway.

Not with Parker in my bed.

I was practically vibrating with excitement.

I was fairly sure that he could tell, too.

“Take a chill pill and go back to sleep,” he ordered harshly.

I snorted. “Parker, I’m fairly sure that you know me at least semi-well by now. Do you honestly think that I’m the ‘chill’ kind of person?”

He groaned and rolled over, presenting me with his broad back.

His broad, shirtless back that I could just barely tell was covered with tattoos.

“How many tattoos do you have?” I asked curiously, reaching out to touch the black blur that I could see.

“Dunno,” he answered, then flinched when I touched his hot skin. “Stop touching me.”

I snorted. Then touched another one. “What’s that one?”

“It’s all one,” he said, sounding annoyed. “A reaper.”

“Huh,” I wondered. “Does it have a scythe?”

“Yeah,” he answered shortly.

“Where is it?” I pushed.

“Over my shoulder blade,” he said, sounding resigned now, as if he knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was about to ask him a half a million questions and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Do you like the color purple?” I asked out of the blue.

“No.”

“Do you know anyone that has horses?” I continued.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Are they near here?”

“Yes.”

“Can you ask them if I can ride one?”

“Why?” He was curious now.

“Because I’ve never ridden one before, and I want to. Plus, nobody that I know has any, or knows anybody that has any. What’s this friend’s name?” I asked.

“Ace Valentine.” He paused. “But he’s back in Kilgore.”

“Ohhh,” I paused. “That’s a brother of one of my dad’s friends, I think. Is his sister’s name Georgia?”

“Have no fuckin’ clue,” he admitted.

I grinned inwardly.

“Do you think that the current president will pass a law that says nobody can come into this country without one of those little chip thingies? I read an article a few weeks ago that said an employer had planted a chip thing in their employees’ hands that was like their ID card. I don’t think that I could do that for an employer,” I chattered.

He sighed. “That shit would never fly. At least not with the current population. Who knows what’ll happen in twenty years.”

I shivered. “How long have you lived here?”

“About a year.” He sighed. “Are you ever going to go to sleep?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged and then rolled over onto my belly. “I have to pee.”

He growled under his breath.

I took that as permission, and then crawled over him seeing as there was a wall on one side, and there was a pile of clothes the size of Manhattan on the foot of my bed.