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Ballsy Boys Book 2

by Nora Phoenix

Tank - K.M. Neuhold & Nora Phoenix - Ballsy Boys
Part of the Ballsy Boys series:
Editions:Kindle: $ 4.99 USD
Pages: 282
Paperback: $ 12.99 USD
ISBN: 978-1982937713
Size: 5.00 x 8.00 in
Pages: 304

A fake relationship with the guy I hate more than anything. Kill me now.

Shallow pretty boy, conceited fuckboy, immature assclown. Take your pick, they all apply to Brewer. The world is his ass buffet, and we’re all on the menu.

I’ve never hated anyone like I hate Brewer. But when Rebel pairs us to do a scene together, I have to admit I’m looking forward to taking all my irritation out on his...well, you get the picture. When one scene turns into a whole fake relationship, I’m not sure we’re going to make it out of this without some bloodshed.

But then something weird happens. The more time we spend together, the more I see a different side of him…and dare to show a different side of me. What the hell is happening?

** Tank is the second book in the sexy, emotional Ballsy Boys series. It can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s more fun reading the series in order. Expect plenty of laughs, a whole lotta steam, and all the feels as you get to know these Ballsy Boys.

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“Bro, I would make it good for you, I swear. I love fucking guys that can take it, you know?”

And with that, his hand comes down on Tank’s ass with a slap that echoes through the booth. Behind me, Rebel gasps, and I see Tank’s jaw tighten, signaling he’s about to erupt.

I tap the Hulk on his shoulder to get his attention. “You wanna keep your hands off my man,” I say, fighting to keep my tone friendly.

He turns to face me and smiles, but it’s not a happy smile. “Or what?”

So much for keeping it friendly, then. “Or what? Are you fucking kidding me? That’s my boyfriend in case you missed it. I’m telling you, you need to leave before things get ugly.”

The guy takes a step toward me, and I’m confronted with a wall of muscle. “Maybe he wants to experience what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.”


I can’t help it, but I snicker. It’s not even meant to antagonize him ‘cause fuck knows I’m not that stupid, but that line is so horribly cliché that I just laugh.

“I’m pretty sure we stopped equating muscles with real masculinity back in the eighties… Also, Tank doesn’t bottom for anyone else but me, and I’m all the man he needs. And even if he did, he would have more taste than to get fucked by a man who calls him bro and dude. My advice to you is to lay off the steroids and maybe take a class or two in flirting, ‘cause you suck at it. Now fuck off before security throws you out.”

I’ve made sure my voice was loud enough to carry over to the front of the line, where people are now starting to get agitated. “Leave him the fuck alone,” someone calls out.

Strong hands pull me backward, and then I’m spun around and held against Tank’s chest. “That,” he grunts into my ear, “was hot as fuck. I like you when you’re throwing a little jealous fit.”

Before I can say anything, his mouth covers mine in a kiss so possessive, I barely register the cheers that erupt around us. When we finally come up for air, the Hulk is gone, and Tank looks like a cat who just managed to steal a whole fish from the kitchen counter.


About the Author

Nora Phoenix is a steamy MM romance author, book addict, and hopeful romantic. She likes her main characters flawed, strong, and a tad broken. She appreciates a little kink but insists on a happy ever after. In her free time, she loves the outdoors and traveling.

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