Everything for Us (A Bad Boys Novel)

Praise for the novels of M. Leighton

DOWN TO YOU

“OMG! It was freakin’ hot! . . . M. Leighton knows how to make sexy bad boys that can steal your breath with a single look.
Down to You
will have you hooked after page one! It was a fantastic book!”

—
Nette’s Bookshelf

“Did me in from [the] very first strip club scene. Done . . . stick a fork in me! I mean, bad boy being, motorcycle riding, tattoo having, emotional baggage carrying, tall dark and sexy looking, smart as a whip but hiding it—you know what that does to me. Seriously, what . . . is it with the bad boy that makes me lose my mind? I know I’m not alone here.”

—
Scandalicious Book Reviews

“Steamy, sexy, and super hot! M. Leighton completely and absolutely knocked [it] out of the park.”

—
The Bookish Brunette

“M. Leighton is quickly becoming one of my favorite contemporary romance writers.
Down to You
is scorching hot . . . an emotional roller coaster. I recommend
Down to You
to all contemporary romance readers out there for sure.”

—
Reading Angel

“From its sexy, awesome opening sequence to the jaw-dropping end,
Down to You
is a story that will keep you laughing and swooning . . . Surprising, sexy, and fun,
Down to You
is a book that will steam you up and have you guessing until the very last page.”

—
The Bookish Babe

“A funny, sexy, suspenseful read.”

—
Romance Lovers Book Blog

“I loved
Down to You
. I devoured it, and I’m pretty sure you will, too.”

—
For Love and Books

“Takes readers on a wild ride filled with twists and turns and moments that’ll leave you ready for a cold shower! [Leighton’s] story has it all and then some.”

—
A Life Bound by Books

UP TO ME

“Scorching hot . . . insanely intense . . . and it is shocking.
Shocking!
”

—
The Bookish Babe

“I definitely did NOT see the twists coming.”

—
The Book List Reviews

“You know those first books in a series that totally blow you away and you just think, wow, this just can’t get any better than this? I mean, how can you make perfection better after all? Well, no worries here. Not only did [Leighton] completely blow
Down to You
out of the water with
Up to Me
, but she took it even further.”

—
My Guilty Obsession

“Brilliant . . . Cash is seriously one of my most favorite characters ever. He’s a true alpha male, and you know how much I love those! He’s just one sexy beast.”

—
The Book Goddess

“Leighton never gives the reader a chance to catch her breath . . . The plot has so many unexpected twists and turns that my heart was racing along . . . fast-paced, edge of your seat thrills. Yes, there is sex, OMG tongue hanging out of mouth, scorching sex.”

—
Literati Literature Lovers

“Well, I drank this one down in one huge gulp . . . and it was delicious. How . . . hot is Cash? Oh my god, and the sex. The sex in this book is seriously
scandalicious
.”

—
Scandalicious Book Reviews

“With twists happening faster than you can turn the page, Leighton continues her epic action and romance with characters that just keep getting hotter and hotter.”

—
A Life Bound by Books

“Delicious . . . I stopped reading in order to grab a cold beer and cool off . . . the twists and turns on the plot line are brilliant.”

—
Review Enthusiast

“[
Down to You
] was such a shock . . .
Up to Me
has even more shockers in store!”

—Examiner.com

THE WILD ONES

“This book is worth every second I spent reading it. Ms. Leighton is a phenomenal writer and I cannot give her enough praise.”

—
Bookish Temptations

“Hands down one of the hottest books I’ve read all summer . . . Complete with love, secrets, dreams, and hidden pasts!
The Wild Ones
is romantic, sexy, and absolutely perfect! Drop everything and read this RIGHT NOW!”

—
The Bookish Brunette

“I can honestly tell you that this is one of my top books of the year and easily one of my new all-time favorites. I couldn’t put the book down.”

—
The Autumn Review

“You will laugh, swoon, and even shed a few tears. M. Leighton knows how to write an amazing story. Get your copy of
The Wild Ones
today. You will not regret it.”

—
Between the Pages Reviews

Berkley titles by M. Leighton

THE WILD ONES

DOWN TO YOU

UP TO ME

EVERYTHING FOR US

EVERYTHING FOR US

The Bad Boys, Book 3

M. LEIGHTON

THE BERKLEY PUBLISHING GROUP

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This book is an original publication of The Berkley Publishing Group.

EVERYTHING FOR US

Copyright © 2013 by M. Leighton

Excerpt of
Some Like It Wild
copyright © 2013 by M. Leighton

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

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eBook ISBN: 978-1-101-63745-6

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PUBLISHING HISTORY

Berkley trade paperback edition / September 2013

Cover art by Kiselev Andrey Valerevich/Shutterstock

Cover design by Lesley Worrell

Interior text design by Tiffany Estreicher

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

To my God,

without you there is no inspiration

and no Davenport boys.

ONE

Nash

It’s always the same. The dream starts out with the feeling of a weight being lifted from my arms. That’s how I know what’s coming, that I’ll look down at my feet and see my hands pulling away from the box of supplies I was carrying, the box that now rests on the faded planks of the dock.

I straighten and take my cell phone from my pocket, flicking my thumb over the button that brings the screen to glowing life. I hit the camera app and raise the phone until I see the girl framed perfectly inside the lighted square.

She’s lying on the top deck of a yacht across the way. It’s swaying gently against the dock at the marina. It’s a great boat, but it’s not the boat that I’m interested in. Not at all. I’m interested in the girl. She’s young, she’s blond, and she’s topless.

Her skin is shiny with tanning oil and the sun glints off the firm, round globes of her tits. They’re the perfect handful, the kind that begs to be squeezed until she moans. The breeze picks up and, although it’s warm, her nipples pucker against it. They’re pouty and pink and they make my dick throb.

Damn, I love the marina!

Someone bumps my shoulder and I lose the girl in my viewfinder. I turn and glare at the old man who’s ambling off down the pier. I bite back the snide comment that’s hanging on the tip of my tongue. Cash wouldn’t bother. He doesn’t hold his tongue for anybody. But I’m not Cash.

Ignoring the old man, I turn back toward the yacht, back toward the topless girl with the great rack. But before I can find her again, something else catches my attention.

There’s a man standing at the end of the walkway, at the edge of the shore. He’s lounging against the back wall of the little shack that sells basic grocery items and gas for the various watercraft that use the marina. He looks casual enough, but there’s something about the way he’s dressed that seems . . . off. He’s wearing slacks. Like, dress slacks. And he’s pulling a thin rectangle out of his pocket. For the most part it looks like a cell phone. Only it’s not. With the magnification of my camera, I can see that it’s just a plain black box with a little red button on top.

I see his thumb slide easily over the button just before something slams into me so hard it knocks me off my feet and into the water behind me.

Then there’s nothing.

I don’t know how many minutes, or hours, or even days have passed when I wake up in the water. I’m floating face up as my head bumps repeatedly against the nubby, barnacle-covered pier.

Achy, I urge my muscles into motion and roll onto my stomach. Stiffly, I ease into a slow swim toward one of the several ladders that dot the length of the dock. I climb, dripping wet, out of the water and look around for whatever caused the loud explosion I heard just before I was thrown into the water.

When I turn toward where my family’s schooner was tethered, I see a cluster of people gathered there. It takes a full thirty seconds for my mind to interpret what I’m seeing—an empty boat slip, pieces of flaming wood peppering the dock, bits of splintered furniture scattered throughout the water. And smoke. Lots of smoke. And whispers, too. And, in the distance, growing closer, sirens.

I come awake from the nightmare with a start, just like I always do. I’m sweating and breathing hard, just like I always am. My face is wet with tears, just like it always is. It’s been so long since I’ve had the dream, I forget how devastated and empty and . . .
angry
it leaves me feeling.

But now I remember. I remember with perfect clarity. And today, it’s like pouring gasoline onto a raging fire.

I sit up in the bed to catch my breath. My side twinges in pain, reminding me of what happened last night. All of it comes rushing back, further fueling my fury.

Until a small, cool hand touches my shoulder.

I turn to see Marissa sitting up behind me, leaning on her elbow, looking at me through sleepy, sexy blue eyes. Before I can even think about what I’m doing, all the bitterness, all the anger, all the pent-up aggression gets channeled into pure lust. The need to devour something, to lose myself in something overwhelms everything else and I dive in. To her.

Spinning, I roll onto Marissa, pressing her warm body into the mattress. I hear her soft gasp as I crush her lips beneath mine. I swallow it—the sound, the fear, the hesitant desire—taking it in and letting it feed the animal inside me.

My tongue slips easily into her mouth. She tastes sweet, like honey. I push my knee between her thighs and they part, allowing me to settle my hips against hers.

It’s not until I push my hand under the edge of her shirt that I realize she’s stiff. I lift my head to look down at her. She’s staring at me with wide, surprised, slightly terrified eyes.