EXCERPT
He rummaged in his pocket for his
e-cigarette, lifted his head—and froze.
His blue-eyed angel sat eight feet
away. Slender body up on the wooden crate next to the staff door,
chestnut-brown hair falling over one shoulder, dress riding up her thighs to
reveal long, silky legs.
He sucked in a breath. Lord, she
was even more appealing up close. Not beautiful in the Hollywood sense, but
intriguingly attractive in a very real
way. The enormous blue eyes were her best feature, and her mouth was just pouty
enough to conjure up the image of plump lips wrapped around his dick.
Gage cleared his throat. “You
shouldn’t be out here.”
She jumped at the sound of his
voice, head swiveling and gaze flying to his. She instantly hopped off the
crate, smoothing out the front of her dress as a frown creased her lips. “Why
not?”
“A pretty girl all alone in an
alley at midnight—I don’t think it needs much more explanation than that.” He
inhaled a quick drag of the e-cigarette. The mint-flavored vapor was no
substitute for a real smoke, and he wasn’t sure why he even bothered with it.
“I just needed some air.” Her voice
was huskier than he’d imagined it would be. Sexier. “I’ll go back inside soon.”
Wait—she’d only come outside for
air? And her date had been asking about prostitutes
in her absence? Wow. Real stand-up guy.
“It’s so crowded in there,” she added.
“Nightclubs usually are,” he said
dryly.
“Yeah, I guess they are. I’m not
much of a clubber, but Mick wouldn’t take no for an answer. He said I haven’t
lived until I’ve gone to Sin.” A sigh slipped out. “It’s our first date…”
Gage waited for her to continue.
When she didn’t, he filled in the rest. “And you’re not at all into him.”
“Why do you say that?”
His gaze slid back to hers, slow
and purposeful. “Because if you were, you wouldn’t have been eye-fucking me all
night.”
Her breath hitched, cheeks growing
the most appealing shade of pink.
He had to laugh. “Am I wrong?”
The denial he’d expected didn’t
come. “No, you’re not wrong.”
One
Night of Scandal
The wrong man never felt so
right...
Ex-fighter
Reed Miller has been secretly lusting over his best friend’s girl for months,
but he refuses to jeopardize a friendship over a woman—especially one who
doesn’t like him all that much. Now that Darcy’s on the market again, it’s even
more imperative to stick to his strict hands-off policy. But the sizzling
attraction between them is too powerful to ignore, and once he’s had a taste of
her…all bets are off.
Darcy
Grant is tired of walking the straight and narrow path. She’s on the hunt for
passion, and there’s no denying Reed is just the man to give it to her.
Although she has no interest in dating a bad boy, and certainly not her ex’s
best friend, it’s impossible not to melt beneath Reed’s skillful touch. Now
it’s just a matter of setting a few ground rules—and hoping her rule-breaking,
sweet-talking bad boy agrees to follow them. But if she lets Reed into her bed,
does she stand a chance of keeping him out of her heart?
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EXCERPT
“Last night you said that you have to act like a jerk towards
me because it’s the only way for you to…” She eyed him sternly. “Finish that
sentence, Reed. To what?”
Reluctance dug a deep groove into his forehead. “It’s
nothing. Forget I ever said it.”
“I can’t forget.
It’s been bugging me all day. I need to know what you meant by that.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Sounding frustrated, he gently uncurled
her fingers from his arm. “Nothing good can come out of this conversation,
baby.”
Darcy frowned. “Don’t baby
me. And PS? I never took you for a coward. You’ve always struck me as a man
who says exactly what’s on his mind.”
Something hot and dangerous moved through his eyes. “Why are
you pushing this?”
“Because I’m curious.”
“Curious? No, I don’t think that’s it.” His voice was silky
now, deep and mocking. He eased closer, his arm brushing hers as he shifted so
they were facing each other. “This is more than curiosity. You’re blushing. You
know what that tells me?”
Her breathing went shallow. “What?”
“It tells me you know exactly
what I meant last night.”
“I…” Her next words were barely over a whisper. “I need to
hear you say it.”
Her body grew tight and achy as she searched his face,
waiting for an answer. God, why was
she pushing him? He was right, nothing good could come of this. Nothing good at
all.
“Don’t do this.” A warning note crept into his husky voice.
“Don’t make me say it.”
Darcy’s heart was no longer beating at double time. It had
skipped right over triple and was now veering into cardiac arrest territory.
The air in the alcove became stifling, rippling with the tension she’d only
begun to notice last night. And now it was impossible to ignore.
Reed was standing so damn close to her. Close enough that his
addictive scent was once again wreaking havoc on her senses. Close enough that
all she had to do was lean in slightly and their lips would be touching.
“You’re right,” she stammered. “You shouldn’t say it.”
“I shouldn’t.” Yet even as he voiced his agreement, his hand
had risen to her face, his thumb delicately sweeping over her bottom lip.
Her breath hitched. God. Her entire world had reduced to this
one moment, this one man. Her lips were actually trembling from the crazy urge
to kiss him.
“Fuck.” The expletive tore out of Reed’s throat, his
frustration thick between them. “I want you, Darcy. I. Fucking. Want. You.”
Shock slammed into her, along with a burst of arousal that
seized her core. Oh God. She couldn’t believe he’d said it. Couldn’t believe
she’d pushed him to.
Because now there was no way to unhear those blunt words. No turning back from them.
“Is that what you wanted to hear?” he said angrily. “I’ve
wanted you forever. Every goddamn time I see you, I’ve had to force myself not
to blurt it out. I can barely even look
at you, for chrissake, because I’m scared you’ll see it in my eyes. Is that what you want to hear?”
The confession sizzled through her body like merciless flames
ravaging a dry forest. Her thighs clenched, breasts tingled, heart stopped. She
wanted to dive through the curtain and pretend she’d never seen the raw lust in
his eyes, never heard those gruff, honest words tumble out of his mouth.
But she was rooted in place.
They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity,
neither one speaking. Darcy had stopped breathing a while ago, and now her
lungs burned, almost as painfully as the desire burning in her blood. Reed’s
hand was still on her face, his calloused fingertips tracing the edge of her
jaw. Her skin felt tight and prickly, the flames traveling south and tingling
between her legs.
Reed’s blue eyes blazed with accusation. “Why are you still
here?” he burst out. “Go, Darcy. Just
go.”
“No,” she whispered.
He took another step closer, crowding her, his broad body
dominating every inch of the tiny space. Their mouths were so close she could
feel his warm breath fanning over her lips, mingling with the sudden rush of
air that seeped out of her lungs.
“You have to go.”
She swallowed. “No.”
“This is wrong.” Half mumble, half moan. The anguish in his
voice matching her own.
He cupped her cheeks with both hands, groaning when their
eyes locked again. “Just once,” he muttered. “I just need to know.”
Her voice wobbled. “Know what?”
“What it would feel like.” A determined glint lit his
gorgeous eyes. “Maybe it won’t be as good as I imagined.”
A laugh shook out. “It might be awful,” she said helpfully.
He groaned again. “Worse than awful.”
“We’ll probably hate it so much that—”
Reed’s mouth crashed down on hers before she could finish.
And there was nothing awful about it.
One
Night of Trouble
No More Mr.
Nice Guy…
The moment AJ Walsh sees the sexy, tattooed pixie walk up
to his bar, it's lust at first sight. He's always been labeled the
"nice" guy―opening doors, buying flowers, and never, ever having
one-night stands. But with this wicked little angel with red lips and
unfathomably dark eyes? Oh, yeah.
Tonight, "nice" has nothing to do with it...
Brett Conlon is trying to convince her family that she's
put away her reckless wild girl side for good. Nothing―and no one―could be
better for her reputation than golden boy AJ Walsh. So they make a deal: if he
plays The Good Boyfriend for her family, he can be a very, very bad boy with her. Now their one naughty night is about to turn
into a whole lot of trouble...
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EXCERPT
AJ pulled a cell phone from his back pocket and glanced at
the screen. “It’s eleven fifty-eight. Looks like you’re about to turn into a
pumpkin. Did you drive here?”
She shook her head. “I’m calling a taxi.”
“Or…” His eyes gleamed recklessly.
Brett’s throat went dry. “Or?”
“Or I could drive you home.”
Uh-oh.
Big uh-oh.
The awareness that had sizzled between them earlier returned
in full force, leaving pinpricks of heat along her bare arms. The air was cool
and she’d left her coat inside, but she wasn’t cold. Not by a long shot.
She knew exactly what would happen if she let AJ drive her
home. She might have willpower when it came to alcohol, but around this man?
With his sandy-blond hair and chiseled features and sparkling green eyes? And
that incredible body? And throw in the fact that she hadn’t had sex in six
months?
Willpower? Fat chance.
“What do you say, Brett? Do you want a ride?” No missing the
way his voice went husky at the word ride.
Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy oh boy.
This was not the AJ Walsh she remembered. Back then he’d come
off as a gentleman.
Right now there was nothing gentlemanly about him. His
expression was downright smoldering, broad body radiating pure sex appeal. If
he took her home, she knew it wouldn’t end with her walking up to her apartment
alone.
But she still had to make sure she wasn’t misinterpreting
that look on his face.
“What are you really asking me?” she said bluntly.
“I’m asking if I can take you home and screw your brains
out.”
Her thighs clenched so hard she almost keeled over.
Okay, well, that certainly left nothing to interpretation.
“Judging by your response, I think you like the sound of
that.” There was something smugly male
in his voice.
Hers was embarrassingly squeaky and as weak as her attempted
ignorance. “What response?”
He flashed a knowing smile. “What, you think I can’t tell
when a woman is attracted to me?”
Nope, this was not the AJ she remembered. The golden boy was
gone, replaced by a primal creature teeming with raw sexual energy. The
electricity in the air was liable to burn her alive.
“Y-you…” She swallowed hard. “You don’t seem like the kind of
man who does stuff like this. Sleeping with someone you’ve just met…”
“Why do women always take it upon themselves to decide what
kind of man I am?”
“Am I wrong?” she challenged.
After a beat, he gave a sheepish grin. “Fine. I haven’t had a
lot of one-night stands. But…” His eyes burned. “I have a feeling not going
home with you tonight would be the biggest mistake of my life.”
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