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His Demand A Dark Small Town Romance (Pine Grove Book 2)

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B.B. Hamel

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I’m all about trying new things.
Especially losing my virginity.

I came to Pine Grove looking for a new start.
Instead, I found Dawson Spark.

He’s the kind of man I used to stay far away from. Handsome, cocky, and clearly rich, I can’t pretend like I’m not intimidated when he invites me back to his house.

But I’m still a virgin. I’ve never done anything like this before.

I figure losing my virginity to Dawson will be perfect. He’s handsome, clearly experience, and very willing. That’s all I really need to get it over with, right?

Except the moment he touches me, I know I’m in way too deep. That thrill up my spine, that growl in my ear…

Now I know why people can get addicted in love.

I know this won’t be a one-time thing. I’m a part of his world now, and Dawson demands a lot more than I ever thought I had.

Giving him my virginity was the easy part.

It’s giving him everything else that’s going to be hard…

Welcome to Pine Grove, the darkest and dirtiest little small town in America!

His Demand s a steamy and over the top dark romance featuring a gorgeous hero with a dark past and the heroine he can’t enough of. If you like dark plots with lots of steam, this book is for you! It’s a standalone, no cliffhanger, absolutely no cheating, and of course features an HEA.

Note: All of my books can be read in any order, so enjoy!

Books in Series:

Pine Grove Series by B.B. Hamel

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It’s late and the locals are freaking drunk.

It always happens like this, every single night. There’s really no other decent bar in town so everyone comes to Hammy’s, drinks way too much, and gets wasted as hell. Apparently, nobody cares about drinking and driving here, either, which is a shame. But I’m not the police.

I’m just the bartender. I pour their drinks, listen to them complain about how awful and boring Pine Grove is, and I take their rare tips.

I’m leaning up against the bar, feeling bored, tired, ready to get the heck out of here, when the front doors open. I frown a little, since we’re closing soon, and people don’t normally come in this late. But the man that walks inside immediately wipes that frown away.

He’s tall and muscular with a sharp look to his bright green eyes. His hair is thick and dark, short on the sides and pushed lazily back. He has a short beard, more like a late shadow. I’d guess he’s thirty, maybe thirty-five.

And he’s absolutely gorgeous.

He stands out like the sun in the middle of the night. Pine Grove is a small town, tiny really, and I haven’t met many guys I’d be interested in. There are a bunch of small-town types, farm boys with broad shoulders and easy smiles, but none of them ever draw my eye.

This guy, though… I can’t look away.

He’s wearing broken-in boots and jeans that fit him just right. The sleeves of his Henley are pushed up, showing tattoos on his forearms, and a peek of ink on his chest. As he walks over and sits down, I can tell that everyone in this place is eyeing him up, some warily, some with open interest.

He watches me and for a second, I forget that I work here.

But I come to my senses. “What can I get you?” I ask him.

“Whiskey,” he says softly. “On the rocks. Please.”

I smile and get his drink, feeling a buzz in my stomach the whole time.

There’s something about the way he looked at me. Not in a hungry way, like some of the guys in town, like they’re desperate to touch a woman they didn’t grow up with. No, he looked at me like he knows I’m looking back.

And he doesn’t mind it one bit.

I put the drink down and he shifts his weight, picking it up and taking a long sip. “Never seen you before,” he says finally, putting the glass down.

“I’m new in town,” I say. “Moved here about a week ago.”

“You just started working at this place?”

“Yeah, a few nights ago.”

“Lucky. Not a lot of jobs left around here.”

I sigh. “I know, that’s what everyone tells me.”

He laughs softly. “Guess I’m starting to sound like a local.”

“You’re not?”

He shakes his head. “Moved here six months ago.”

“Well, a fellow transplant. Where are you from?”

“New York,” he says, but he doesn’t say whether he means the city or the state, and I don’t press him. “You?”

“Out near Milwaukee.”

“Midwestern girl. Should’ve known.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“You seem nice. It’s always easy to tell a Midwestern girl.”

“That’s such a crappy stereotype.”

He laughs again. I like his laugh, low and gentle, like the rumble of thunder. “You’re not nice then?”

“I’m nice when I have to be.” I give him a sweet smile. “But I don’t always have to be nice.”

He grins and sips his drink. I don’t know what I’m doing, flirting with this man, but I can’t help it. Before he can ask another question, the silver-haired man at the end of the bar flags me down, and I have to leave my stranger behind.

“One more, please,” the silver-haired man says to me. I don’t know his name, but he comes in all the time and everyone seems to know him. I can’t tell if he’s thirty or sixty, but I’d guess older rather than younger if someone made me bet. You can see it in his eyes and the way he drinks, like every drink is his last.

In this instance, it really might be, since we’re closing. “Gin?”


I pour his gin and tonic and hand it back to him. “We’re closing up soon,” I say.

He nods but says nothing.

I can feel the new stranger’s eyes on me as I go about the closing routine. “Last call, everyone,” I call out and a few men groan. “No complaints, now. Church will open for worship again tomorrow.”

I get a few laughs at that one as I start closing out tabs and cleaning glasses. I can feel the man’s eyes on me the whole time, those glass green eyes like two perfect bottles.

When I’m nearly finished and the place is cleared out, I stop in front of him. “You plan on staying here?” I ask.

He shrugs. “If you’ll let me, I’ll follow you home.”

I shake my head, unable to stop myself from smiling. “That’s the creepiest pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”