Tapping Her (Bad Boy Billionaires #1.5)(38)

Thank you for supporting us, for talking about our books, and for just being so unbelievably loving and supportive of our characters. You’ve made this our MOST favorite adventure thus far.

THANK YOU to each other. Monroe is thanking Max. Max is thanking Monroe. This shouldn’t surprise you since we did this in the first book. Or maybe it does surprise you because you didn’t read those acknowledgements. Fuck you very much, Leslie. Well, in case you missed it, we’ll say it again. And again. We’ll actually probably do this forever.

We’ve found something special together, and to be honest, it doesn’t even have that much to do with books. Doing this together has helped us through some pretty awful times, made every day exciting, and turned it into something that we want to keep on doing, for as long as we can keep on doing it.

THANK YOU, Lisa, for being your amazing, hilarious, and eagle-eyed self. We couldn’t have finished this book without you. Well, we finished it, but we would have had to publish the pig slop that is any first draft. And really, we couldn’t have published the first book without you, and if that was the case, Tapping Her would still be a figment of our imaginations. Good thing you’re so awesome and flexible. ;)

THANK YOU, Kristin, for helping us put out as clean a product as possible. Your spit really makes us shine. (Disclaimer: When we say spit, we mean Kristin’s talented proofing eyes. Don’t worry, she’s never spit on us or at us or anywhere near us. No spitting. Just perfect proofing.)

THANK YOU, Murphy, for being superhuman and multi-tasking while growing, birthing, and raising a super-adorable-human. You’re the best.

THANK YOU, Amy, for pretending to laugh at our jokes even when they probably aren’t funny. We’re just starting out on this journey with you, but we’ve got all kinds of feelings telling us it’s going to be incredible. That could be indigestion from the donuts, but we’re going with “feelings.”

THANK YOU, JoAnna & Sandra, for being superior Counselor Feathers. You ladies amaze us on a daily basis, and you are the reason Camp Love Yourself is the coolest place to be. Seriously, you do a better job of running it than we do.

THANK YOU, Sommer, for recreating the perfect piece of Honeymoon Heaven in a cover. When we look at it, we can feel our characters. They’ve only touched us inappropriately once or twice.

THANK YOU to every blogger who has read, reviewed, posted, shared, and supported us. Your enthusiasm, support, and hard work does not go unnoticed. We wish we could send you your very own Kline as thanks. We can’t. And even if we could, we don’t think he’d go willingly, and we’re not really comfortable walking that fine a line with human trafficking.

THANK YOU, to our families. They support us, motivate us, and most importantly, tolerate us. Sometimes we’re not the easiest people to live with, especially when there is a deadline looming. We honestly don’t know what we’d do without you guys.

Hey. Cool it with the ego, cocksuckers. You guys can be *s too. It’s not just us.

THANK YOU, to our favorite ladies in the infamous Camp Love Yourself Bora Bora Thread. You know who you are. You are crazy, hilarious, and so f*cking cool. #YouveThatchedThat #CLYScoutsHonor

And last but not least, THANK YOU, to everyone who participated in our Tapping You giveaway. We loved reading your awkward and awesome stories, and we’ll be laughing about some of them for probably the rest of time. But don’t worry, we’re totally laughing with you.

As always, all our love.





Thank you so much to everyone who submitted a story, voted, shared, commented, liked, and bought this book. We hope you loved our little addition to Kline and Georgia and have your seatbelt on in preparation for Cassie and Thatch in Banking the Billionaire.

But our characters needed some help for this bonus material, so we enlisted you guys and your real life love stories.

These stories based on the entries by Christin and Melissa bear little to no resemblance to the original stories, so don’t blame them for what you’re about to read.

We hope you’ll all be forever lucky in love.

XO,

Max Monroe





“You’ve been to this place before?” I asked Cassie as we stepped inside Zero Dark Flirty. This was one of the most random choices of bars in Manhattan I’d ever been forced into entertaining, but I didn’t ask probing or detailed questions. Those kinds of questions led to answers, and answers usually led to some form of physical pain. Suddenly fearful of a surprise attack, I realized I could barely see Cassie through the darkness and was hoping my eyes would adjust quickly.

“Oh yeah, totally.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?”

“Oh yeah, totally,” she repeated through a laugh.

I smiled and shook my head. “Just wait until Georgia and Kline get here. You’ll never hear the end of it if he can’t see his menu.”

“Fuck Big-dick and his old man eyes, Thatcher.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from telling her how dark it really was in here. I wasn’t big on many things, but I was big on sexual restitution for whatever suffering I’d experienced during the day, and trust me, the way to get it from Cassie was not by complaining.

“Hey!” she shouted and pointed toward an even darker corner of the bar. “That’s my friend Christin!”