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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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From Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes a new stand-alone romantic comedy.
What happens when you make a pact with your boys to stay single and never fall in love?
Well, you get the Playboy Pact.
I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything… And I mean, everything.
There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To my bed-hopping ways.
It was supposed to be easy. A quick, fun, mind-blowing night where she screamed out my name in ecstasy.
No feelings. No past. No strings attached.
I broke the rules. I broke the pact.
I fell for her smile. Her laugh. Our instant connection.
Except, I never expected to fall in love.
Especially with a single mom…
Of twins.
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Prologue

—Ashton—

There I was…

Sitting at a fucking bar, drinking away my broken heart.

Damn. I really did turn into a pussy.

I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything…

And I mean, everything.

There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To my bed-hopping ways.

Until I saw her again.

Sage McCoy.

We had a past.

History.

An instant connection right from the start. The first time I met her, she took my breath away. For a few minutes, I second guessed the pact I’d made a few hours prior with my best friends.

Through the years, I’d thought about her a lot.

What she was doing.

Who she was with.

I never thought I’d see her again.

Until I did…

It was supposed to be easy. A quick, fun, mind-blowing night where she screamed out my name in ecstasy. I didn’t want her to fall in love with me.

We were only supposed to be a fling.

I didn’t think I’d fall head over heels in love with her.

I fell for her smile.

Her laugh.

Her awkwardness.

She was funny, smart, witty, and sexy as fuck.

I made her come with my hands, my mouth, my tongue, my cock. Sage made me a better man. Now I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it.

And not just her…

It was a long story.

An uphill battle.

Complete and utter bullshit.

Swallowing down another swig of Jack, I wallowed in my fucking pity party of one.

How did I go from an eternal bachelor to having the girl of my dreams in my arms?

Jesus, could I get any more pathetic? I laughed at the thought, leaning back against the barstool.

In order to understand, I'd have to go back to the very beginning.

You see, it all started…

With the Playboy Pact.

Chapter 1

—Ashton—

Eight years ago

“How are you feeling, man?” I asked one of my best friends, Cain. His parents just told him they were getting a divorce. Talk about a swift fucking kick to the balls.

He nodded. “I don’t want to talk about it.

I threw my arm around his neck as we approached my Chevy truck. “Dude, let’s get you fucking laid tonight. Your poor balls, bro. I bet they feel heavy after that news. Don’t you worry, man, I’m here for you. You need to get your dick wet. I’ll make sure you have extra condoms. You want to get shitty off Jack, I’ll be your designated driver.” I grinned at him with a cheeky smile. “You want to slip balls deep inside some chick, and you need me to keep her girlfriend busy”—I winked—“I’ll sacrifice my cock for you and take one for the team.”

Before I could get another word out, our other best friend, Sawyer, interrupted, “Jesus, Ashton, can you not think with your dick for five minutes?”

“I’m a guy. We think about sex every seven seconds.”

“Says who?”

“Fucking Siri.”

Sawyer chuckled, rolling his eyes. “It’s a myth.”

“If you don’t think about sex every seven seconds, Sawyer, then that sounds more like a personal problem.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t, shit-face. I’m fully on board if Cain needs his wounds licked by a blonde’s pouty mouth.”

“A blonde, a brunette, a redhead,” Cain chimed in. “Shit, I’ll do all three at once. I don’t have a preference.”

“Now that’s the spirit!” I exclaimed, jumping into the driver’s seat of my souped-up truck while Cain got in the front and Sawyer in the back.

We were headed to our other boy’s house, Leo, who was also like another brother to us. We all grew up together in Monteagle, Tennessee where the Southern charm ran smooth and the whiskey did not, burning like a son of a bitch all the way down.

“I can’t believe Leo’s old man actually came through with the cabin.”

I shrugged at Sawyer’s statement. “I’m not. He treats Leo like shit. This is the least he could do for him.”

“Not everyone has parents like yours, Ashton.”

Cain’s clipped voice brought my attention to him. He was right—my parents were living the dream. They loved each other very much and didn’t hide that fact. My two older brothers and one older sister could attest to their ability to keep their hands off one another. I was the sixteen-year-old baby boy, and I had no problem with that either.

“You’re the golden boy. You could do no wrong when it comes to your mother,” Sawyer acknowledged.

“Jealous?”

“That you didn’t get off her tit until you were three, maybe… Your mom has a great rac—”

I slammed on the brakes, and they both flew forward.

“Ashton, what the fu—”

I snapped around, cutting Sawyer off. “Don’t you ever, ever, talk about my mom’s titties. Do you understand me?” I knew he was only messing with me, we all fucked around with each other like this, busting one another’s balls. “I don’t want you to even think about my mom’s titties. As a matter of fact, my mom’s titties are off the table.” My stare shifted to Cain. “And that goes for you too.”


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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 66178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
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From Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes a new stand-alone romance with all the feels.
What happens when you make a pact with your boys to stay single and never fall in love?
Well, you get the Playboy Pact.
We were friends, her and I.
Best friends. It was easy. Simple. Comfortable. That was our dynamic.
We had a system. An understanding. An unspoken arrangement.
We were there for each other through thick and thin. We had an unbreakable bond. Nobody understood our friendship. Because a guy and a girl couldn’t just be best friends without emotions getting involved, right?
Without noticing, everything shifted, and I was experiencing all these new feelings…
Jealousy. Possessiveness. She’s mine.
Yeah…
For the first time in my life, Mila wasn’t merely a girl I trusted and hung out with on a regular basis.
She had become…the woman I was in love with.
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Prologue

—Leo—

There I was…

Sitting on her fucking swing in the middle of the night, freezing my balls off. It was October, and it was already cold in Tennessee. There I sat for the last hour, waiting.

For her.

We’d spent half our lives on this very swing set, me pushing her, talking about nothing… and everything.

That was our friendship.

Our dynamic.

Our relationship.

We were friends—best friends.

It was easy.

Simple.

Comfortable.

Like Donna and David, Cory and Topanga, Monica and Chandler—I don’t know why I was comparing our friendship to a bunch of 90’s chick flick shows but here we were. She made me watch them all on Hulu.

Fuck my life.

She was my neighbor for as long as I could remember. The person I counted on to be there for me, aside from my other three best friends who were more like family too. The difference between her and them…

She had tits.

An ass.

A pussy I wanted to have sit on my face.

I know, I know, so very vulgar. But hey, that was me. I was a guy, a dude, I scratched my balls and belched on command. I was a man who said and did what he wanted. No questions asked.

I didn’t do long term.

I didn’t commit.

I didn’t fall in love.

I hooked up.

I messed around.

I plowed my hose into any garden that needed a good weeding.

To put it in laymen’s terms, I fucked.

A lot.

I enjoyed hooking up. I was damn good at it, and my reputation preceded me. In fact, my big dick was the talk of the town. Big dick Leo, it was what everyone knew me as. Not really, but a guy could dream. Don’t shit on my parade, okay? This was my story and in my story my cock was king.

Mila saw who I was, how I was. It was never a problem or an issue, more of an eye roll, and a shake of her head.

She accepted me.

Hell, she even helped me score chicks and seal the deal sometimes. She was the best wing woman, better than my boys. Shit, our setup went hand-in-hand. I helped her score dick, get laid, go on dates.

We had a system.

An understanding.

An unspoken arrangement.

We were there for each other, through thick and thin. Nothing could break our tight ass bond.

At least I thought so.

Everything was fine.

Perfect.

No drama.

No bullshit.

Just Leo and Mila.

Mila and Leo.

Until she started dating one of my boys. Yes, one of the three best friends I just spoke about. He asked me for permission, but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t mine. I didn’t claim her.

We were just best friends. However, a guy and a girl couldn’t just be close without emotions getting involved, right?

Jealousy.

Possessiveness.

Mine.

Yeah, I felt all of that. For the first time in my life, Mila wasn’t merely a girl I trusted and hung out with on a regular basis.

She had become…

The woman I was in love with.

I was ready to break the almighty Playboy Pact.

The one I created, stood by, and lived since I was sixteen years old. For the last six years of my life, it was my code.

My allegiance.

It represented loyalty to my other three best friends to stay single and never fall in love.

It was my idea.

Brilliant fucking idea that was!

To form unity.

A bond that could never be broken. A connection so strong that no girl could ever come in between us.

God, I sound like a fucking pussy.

In order to explain, I was going to have to go back to the beginning. The very beginning that fateful night all those years ago, the night that would change the course of our lives and have me sitting on a swing set in the middle of the night, my balls now completely numb from sitting on this cold ass swing.

Waiting…

For her.

Chapter 1

—Mila—

Six years ago

“How’s he doing?” I asked my best friend Leo, sitting next to him on the couch, which looked more like a bed, in his cabin while he played Halo on Xbox.

Him and his father spent months building this cabin on their land. They owned twenty acres filled with beautiful trees and greenery. Their home was massive, a full staff was needed just to keep up with the landscaping. Leo’s dad was the best general contractor in our small town of Monteagle, Tennessee. Everyone knew who Mountainside Building belonged to. He had more work than he knew what to do with, and jobs were piling up on a daily basis.

This was why he was hardly ever around, and I was pretty sure this was why he appeased Leo and built this cabin for him to have a place we could all hang out. We were on the other end of his parent’s land. We could literally do anything and they’d never know. Leo was an only child and he was spoiled because of it.

We called it a treehouse, given it was surrounded by tons of trees. It was bigger than a treehouse but still kind of built like one. It was about six hundred and fifty square feet. When you walked in, you felt the vintage vibes Leo wanted. He had an appreciation for the retro era. The cabin was a big open room and the kitchen was to the left from the front door. Vintage turquoise metal cabinets and an island shaped like an aircraft wing that Leo pulled inspiration from a 1950’s plane was what caught your attention first. There was a full-sized stove and oven, mid-sized refrigerator, and microwave. The kitchen was fully stocked with everything we’d ever need, from pots and pans to dishes and silverware.


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