Novels by Goofy

Rhett “Hmm. You’ll have to earn a moan from me, sweet Jax. You’re not the first rich guy I’ve met and you won’t be the last.” She sat back in her seat. “I’ve been one of the women that you’ve hurt. I’ve been right in their shoes years ago. I can tell you right now that if you can get me in your bed, then you’ve truly won.”“You think that’s a big if?” Jax asked.“Yes. The biggest problem with the two of you is that you both represent everything that disgusts me.”The waiter arrived. No one looked up at him, so he silently backed up and walked away.“Explain,” Jax said.“I hate guys with money. Let’s face it, males tend to be born assholes all on their own, but to give them a fat bank account is to add to their idiocy.”“You hate men?” Rhett asked her.“That’s just one of my many redeeming qualities.”They had ended up courting a man-hater. Awesome.“What are the other things that you hate about us?” Jax asked.She held her index finger up. “You both are over confidant, emotionally ab

RhettThe way Jaxon's name curled off her tongue made Rhett envious. He wasn’t too big of a man to admit it. In an effort to get the spotlight back on him, he said, “What we do is pick a woman that we both find attractive and see who can get her to fall in love with us first.”“I’m going to need another glass of wine,” Jaxon muttered as he placed his empty one down. Rhett chuckled to himself. What would he do now? He had to be himself, that very fact would shove him over the edge. He wasn’t sure if Jaxon even knew who he was.Jaxon might as well just give him the two hundred thousand dollars now and save them both some time.“Okay, so one of you get the poor woman to fall in love?” She twisted her lips to the side. “How do you even define the win? How do you know she’s in love with you or your brother?”“By the person she decides to have sex with.”She laughed. It came out bubbly and rose high over the table. She must’ve realized it because she covered her mouth with both of her hand

Rhett He had trapped Jax into the deal with the lure of a sexy woman and the excitement of their sport.He knew his brother better than he knew himself. Jaxon worried about his gambling problem, but never considered his own addiction. He loved females too much, and got them way too easily, so easy, it bored him.There was never any competition, unless he was around. That’s when things changed for Jax, and became uncertain.He had insecurities. Rhett could write a book on them.Like most guys with their heavy wallets, they never knew if they caught women based on their wits, style, and looks or simply because of their ability to pay the bills. For rich men who owned it all, it was the little things that made them hungry.One of the biggest things a millionaire asked in his head as a sexy beauty wrapped her mouth around his erection was if she did it because she craved him, or was she doing it for the money. Rhett never had to ask that question. The answer never changed. All women did

Jaxon His dick came to life in his pants. Hard and solid and so ready to be inside of her, he had to grip the edge of the table to keep him there. It was so unlike him, to crave without even a sample of her flesh. To yearn, without an endearing reason for why.She hadn’t even sat down next to him and he was already impatient to be inside of her.Rhett stopped whatever he was saying and glanced over his shoulder. “No wonder you’re sitting there your mouth open and drooling.”He closed his mouth. “I wasn’t drooling.”“No saliva spilled out, but it was pretty close.” Rhett never turned back to me. His gaze also remained on her, probably following the outline of those amazing legs. She must’ve run every day. There was muscle within the luscious curve of feminine fat on her hips and perfect bottom. Why women always wanted to lose so much weight, he didn’t know. Some fat was necessary during sex. It allowed men like him to squeeze and suck.He was going to have so much fun with her. Alth

JaxonHe slumped in his chair, not liking where this conversation was going. Anyone who didn’t consider gambling as a real-life disease had never witnessed a family member devoured by it.His brother, Rhett gambled on everything. It was how their games with women had started. Back then their wagers involved non-monetary things.They both hated Sunday dinner with their parents. No matter where they were in the world their parents expected them to be there. So one of their bets dealt with the other going to Sunday dinner for the both of them. But in the past three years, the stakes had shifted to large amounts of money. Lately, Rhett had been on a winning streak with their bets, doing all he could to win and then rushing off to any casino to gamble it away.“Let’s place six figures on the bet with Mia,” Rhett suggested.Shock hit Jaxon. “Six figures? Have you been doing drugs these days?”“It’s not too much for you. I know it. You save more than an animal preparing for hibernation.”“I

Jaxon Jaxon had to admit that Mia had taste.Deli's restaurant menu boasted some delicious possibilities. The food was a fusion of Cuban and Japanese cuisine, a combination he'd never known existed, but was excited to find out.Instead of typical tuna or salmon rolls there were ones filled with mojo marinated pork and rolled with caramel salted plantains. The chef was a genius and regardless, if Mia arrived or not, he'd planned to enjoy himself by diving into great food.“She’s not coming,” Rhett mumbled.Ignoring him, Jaxon scanned the captivating restaurant’s decor.A multicolored mosaic of tiles served as the walls—aquamarine blues outlined jagged green crystals, copper circles dotted silver stones. They glittered in the dim lighting and soared high up into the air where massive sculptures dangled, twisted, and turned. The black stone sculptures were nude bodies tangled and intertwined into each other.He found it fitting for tonight because he planned to be tangled and nude with