Red Hot Steamy Romance Boxed Set: A Steamy Military Romance Series Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  Red Hot Romance

  The Complete Series

  PENELOPE WYLDE

  Red Hot Romance

  This book includes all three stories from my Red Hot Romance series! Red Hot Christmas Virgin, Red Hot Naughty Vixen and Red Hot Dirty Bosses!

  Author's Naughty Note: This bundle is red hot just like the series title says and will keep you up long after reading hour is over. If you love an obsessive, growly alpha AF heroes this collection is for you! We're talking over-the-top, friends-to-lovers, second-chances romance and naughty bosses craving their assistant. Want romance that's extra dirty, super filthy, and sweet? If that's your jam, you're going to love this collection!

  Copyright Notice

  Copyright © 2020 Penelope Wylde. All rights reserved.

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Em Petrova

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  Contents

  Red Hot Romance Series

  Copyright

  Red Hot Christmas Virgin

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Red Hot Naughty Vixen

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Red Hot Dirty Bosses

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

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  About Penelope

  Tonight I'm shattering all the rules.

  I knew better than to fall for my best friend's little sister, but she’s worth everything to me—even breaking an oath to the man who was the closest thing I had to a brother.

  Every day is a struggle to remember she’s one hundred percent off-limits and way too young and innocent for a war-hardened Marine Captain like myself. But when I’m around her, I lose all my hard-earned self-control. And when we’re apart, I realize she’s my sole reason for breathing.

  But she's done waiting for me. She’s ready to walk away. I won't let that happen. Not now. Not ever. I'll burn in hell for breaking that damn promise, but she's worth it. It's Christmas Eve and tonight I'm ready to claim the best Christmas present of all.

  Her.

  Author's naughty note: Looking for wildly hot, over-the-top sweetness and a possessive alpha hero, and a feisty, untouched heroine? Then this one is for you! Sweet, filthy in an oh-so-good way, and so ridiculously hot you'll be begging for more! HEA & NO CHEATING or cliffhanger!

  Chapter One

  The root of his problem wasn’t the fact it was Christmas Eve and he was alone. No, his problem was five foot five inches of red-hot, delicious curvy hips, sun-kissed skin and pouty pink lips he couldn’t wait to feel wrapped around his thick cock.

  But before he could have the woman in question, or any part of his body touching hers, he’d have to catch her. And therein lay the problem.

  Nathan Grant stood with his arms crossed, shoulder propped up against the wall as he considered the white piece of paper in his hands and his options, limited as they were. He could fight or roll over and give in.

  Giving in wasn’t in his nature as a captain in the U.S. Marine Corps, and anybody who knew him would laugh at the thought of him walking away without a fight.

  That left one alternative and the idea of what it meant brought a huge fucking grin to his face. He didn’t mind a bit of a challenge.

  He glanced over at the mahogany desk pushed back against the far wall and zeroed in on a white sheet of paper with his family’s business logo across the top. He’d tossed it there fifteen minutes ago after finding it sticking out of a satchel he thought was his father’s. Turned out it had been hers and he’d made the mistake of reading it. Now he was forced to face the sad truth of his actions, or lack of, and do something about it.

  In about three hundred words, give or take a few, the one person he never thought could betray him did so with a flourish of blue ink at the bottom of her resignation. Sweet revenge so pure it made his teeth hurt spiked his blood like a drug.

  An unseen force drove him across the small space of his father’s office and he snatched up the offending piece of paper.

  Willa—with the sweetest laugh he’d ever heard, the curviest ass he’d ever seen, dreamed of touching, licking…fucking, and the one he couldn’t lay a hand on—Cruz.

  For the last three years that name alone chased away the nightmares. Carried him through some of the darkest times of his damn life. And now she wanted to walk—and on Christmas Eve? Now that he was home for good she thought leaving was an option? How could she do this? How could she resign from a company, a family, that treated her as their own? How could she just turn her back on him when he needed her most?

  Whether she knew it or not his sweet addiction to the woman was etched so deeply in his mind, his thoughts were never really his own. He could be halfway across the world and still recall the way her eyes lit up when he came home on leave.

  It was time he did something about it. This wasn’t about lust or the need to be so deep inside her she would never crave another man. This was about taking what was his, claiming every single inch of her body and marking her as his until she understood what she meant to him. As fucked up as that sounded it was the truth.

  Those sultry green eyes, long auburn hair, and the perkiest sweet ass that begged for him to lick and kiss it—and God help him, fuck—until they both couldn’t stand had teased him long enough. Every time she strutted that tight young body in front of him they were both in danger of him losing his control.

  But she was also off limits because of a promise his best friend had forced from him. His friend didn’t want his sister to end up like their mother. Widowed and raising her children alone. Their father killed in action when they were toddlers.

  He crumpled the letter and tossed it across the room. It had been eight months, fourteen hours and a handful of minutes since he’d last seen her and he could still feel the press of her tight body against his as she hugged him goodbye and the smell of her shampoo, perfume whatever the fuck it was that had his dick hard and balls aching for the last thirty-two miserable weeks.

  Light honey with a scent of jasmine. Soft and strong all in one, just like the woman who wore it.

  Flames of an
ger roared to life inside him and he gritted his teeth.

  He’d stayed away, walked when he should have made the woman his all because of a promise that kept Willa beyond his reach. She was his best friend’s sister and that made her off limits.

  But Adrian was dead now.

  Gone.

  Now he couldn’t ask his advice or hash out their differences over a cold one.

  He also couldn’t piss him off for taking his sister when he’d been warned against it.

  An iron fist tightened deep in Nathan’s chest. Best friend or not, the whole situation pissed him off. Adrian had no right to lock him in on a promise that would slowly drive him fucking mad. Before he could do something about it, Adrian had been killed during a takedown on a known terrorist cell their unit had been assigned to eliminate.

  Nathan raked both hands through his hair and growled out his frustration. He felt more dangerous than usual, and that was due to the need that had been building.

  And had no outlet.

  He threw open the front door of the office where Willa had worked with his family for the past three years. Sirens off in the distance caught his attention followed by a blast of horns. City life grated on his nerves and the solitude of his cabin outside the city called to him. It would be snowing and quiet, maybe then he could get his head wrapped around this whole shit-storm and plan.

  The death of his father had brought him home and now he had some hard decisions to make.

  Ones that had him walking away from Willa once and for all.

  Or directly into her arms.

  If he was lucky.

  Outside, he sucked in Chicago’s cold winter air, hoping it would help ease the ache of loss.

  Through the fresh, white powder that glided on the chilled breeze, he took in the familiar lay of the worksite. Early evening fast approached, her eerie shadows easing across the empty lot. As a kid, he spent every summer here with his dad, learning the ropes and working machinery before he could even drive a car. Nothing had changed in the months he’d been gone. He could walk the place blindfolded with how methodical his dad kept everything. Seemed as though lately the only time he had come home was to bury a loved one. His best friend a year ago and now his father.

  He scrubbed a hand down his face. Tired from the trip home then dealing with the last details of his father’s estate and funeral arrangements, his mind filled with what he’d do now. Retirement seemed the only option. Who else would operate Black Oaks? Especially with Willa leaving. But all that could be decided after the holidays.

  He turned on his heel and headed back inside, taking in the last light of the day through the front window.

  He strode across the small office and reached for the crumpled ball of paper on the floor. A stiff blast of heat from the overhead vent caught the corner of something white as it fluttered from the front pocket of Willa’s satchel.

  He scooped it up, scanned over the full-page offer, then stopped. A familiar gold and black seal stood out against the stark white paper with the same perfect blue signature at the bottom.

  His gut dropped to his knees and rolled for the second time tonight.

  He crumpled the paper and slammed his fist against the wall behind Willa’s desk. White light from the office overheads flared to life, chasing away the evening shadows.

  Angry at himself, he tossed aside the paper. In the Marines, his height alone scared the shit out of people. Add to the mix words like Recon and dead shot, people’s natural instincts forced them to give him a wide berth, but Willa? She loved pushing his buttons every chance she got, and today she meant to draw blood.

  He glanced at the clock. Just enough time. Maybe. He’d need to call in a couple of favors though.

  In a swift movement, he palmed his cell and punched in Willa’s number, his jaw tight. No more ignoring the truth and turning his back on what he wanted. Christmas was a time of miracles after all.

  Aiden, dear friend, you’ll have to forgive me.

  Perched on the corner of the desk stood a silver-framed photo of his dark-haired beauty in a candid shot with him and Aiden.

  The phone rang several times before she answered. “Bueno.”

  He paused a beat at the sound of her soft, dulcet Latina voice. Just saying hello made him want to taste those sweet lips.

  He let out a quiet breath before he spoke. “Willa, I need a favor. Can we meet at the cabin in about an hour? And can you bring the contracts from Dad’s latest client? I can’t remember the name offhand, but there’s something we need to address right now. Thanks.” With that, he cut the connection. No way in hell he would give her time to tell him no. Or ask him about his spotty excuse.

  A year ago today Adrian had been ripped out of their lives, leaving a hole in both of their hearts. Now with the heavy loss of his father, he was over saying goodbye. Tonight he would break every fucking rule standing between him and his Christmas virgin.

  This was happening. He wanted it and so much more. For her he would give himself over to chance and that Christmas miracle he needed so badly.

  No more running because tonight Willa would be his.

  Chapter Two

  This could not be happening.

  Willa rested her forehead on the steering wheel in the hopes of finding some kind of enlightenment, guidance... whatever. Hell, she didn’t know, but whatever it was needed to come, and fast. She was about to step into the wolf’s den, and a little backup would be nice.

  She took a deep breath, killed the ignition, and let her shoulders droop. She caught her reflection in the rearview mirror and she wanted to cry all over again. Faint shafts of light from the house revealed the remnants of her pity-party-for-one earlier this evening.

  Absentmindedly, she combed through the contents of her purse looking for something to cover her puffy red eyes, but to be honest she’d need sunglasses the size of Texas.

  Her vision swam. Damn it!

  Why did doing the right thing have to hurt so much?

  She’d planned this day for months. Waited for the right time. Waited for him.

  But it never came. When he was home on leave, he avoided her like she was a breathing nightmare.

  What was she supposed to do?

  Resigning from the Grant family construction company, Black Oaks, was the best thing for her, but she wouldn’t deny it hurt more than she thought possible.

  She’d click her boot heels together if only it would take things back to the way they were. Guess that kind of magic only worked in the movies.

  Every time Nathan returned, they slow-danced around one another, never really taking their obvious attraction to the next level. She would advance and he would retreat, pushing her away before she could get close enough to figure out what kept him just beyond her reach. Because he couldn’t make up his mind she’d done it for the both of them and planned her final retreat no matter how much it hurt.

  But the unthinkable happened. Nathan’s father passed away before she could get Chicago’s skyline behind her, and now here she was. Sitting outside Nathan’s house at a quarter to eleven and no exit strategy in sight.

  Snow piled up fast. She reached over and turned up the radio dial to hear the forecaster announce a large winter system so big even Santa wouldn’t be able to get through it for a month.

  Trees and wide-open spaces and not another person for miles in all directions lay beyond her hood. And snow. Knee deep in some areas and rapidly piling in others. It started the second she left city limits and hadn’t let up since.

  Worry formed a heavy lump in the pit of her stomach. What if she couldn’t go through with it? Walking away from Nathan seemed cruel at a time like this.

  She hadn’t planned it to work out this way, but it was too late to back out now. Or was it? She hadn’t turned in her resignation yet or sent in her job acceptance letter to the other company.

  Frustrated, she abandoned her search for her facial powder and tossed her purse on the seat with a heavy sigh. Why the hell did h
e want to see her now anyway? Shouldn’t he wait a few days before tackling the workload his father had left behind? Pure Nathan style, he would probably want to charge head-on. Only he didn’t realize he’d picked the day she’d sealed both their fates with a pen stroke.

  Not even an hour had passed since his number flashed across her screen, taunting her to pick up. She’d been tempted to let voicemail take it, but something had her finger reaching out to press that little green button.

  Several months had passed since her last visit, but everything looked the same, considering the change of seasons. In the height of summer, the fields were alive with wildflowers of all kinds. But the wintertime was her favorite. In past visits she would sneak out during holiday gatherings to watch as beams of moonlight played in the snow-covered fields to create an illusion of a million diamonds. Each sparkle like a dream waiting for her to make each and every one her reality. All she wanted was him. Her entire body shivered with the need for his touch, his body, his lips claiming hers.

  She straightened her back and raised her chin, sealing her rampant thoughts. Later, when this meeting was over, she could go home alone and fall into her fantasies where she dreamed of being Nathan’s. Of letting him take her tight virgin pussy.

  But right now, she needed to shove those desires back into the closet before anyone got hurt.

  If her brother could see her now he’d tell her in his none-too-hurried drawl that she needed to shut that shit down. He’d made damn sure she understood Nathan was the type of man she couldn’t handle. The echo of his harsh words cut deep, resounding with a final warning of forbiddance. Guess big brothers didn’t know everything, after all. Because the minute he’d said she couldn’t, it was all she dreamed about.

  She had no desire to be holed up with a man she couldn’t have, but if it came down to it, was she prepared? Could she weather such a powerful storm and come out on the other side with her heart intact?

  She reached for the handle and opened the door, the thumping of her heart like a bass guitar in the tight confines. If only there was some other way out of this without hurting Nathan, but that time had come for her to decide.