Murder, mayhem and makeup.
Panty dropper, knee knocker and all-around-good time Cam Hardy leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes. His lady killer reputation never bothered the private investigator until he met Drea Sanford. Getting the tough as nails make up artist in his bed proved to be the easy part. It’s keeping her there that’s harder than any of the special ops missions he’s run in South America.
Panty dropper, knee knocker and all-around-good time Cam Hardy leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes. His lady killer reputation never bothered the private investigator until he met Drea Sanford. Getting the tough as nails make up artist in his bed proved to be the easy part. It’s keeping her there that’s harder than any of the special ops missions he’s run in South America.
Falling into Harbor City’s modern day
Casanova’s bed was never on Drea’s list of smart things to do—but hotness
happens, especially in the form of the six-foot-five-inch motorcycle riding
Cam. Then he takes their secret affair public and she swears to never let him
crinkle her sheets again. But when one of Drea’s clients is murdered and the
police zero in on her, the only person she can count on is the one man she
never thought she could trust.
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Drea got out of the seat and turned around to face him, but she was lost for words when she realized standing up had just given him a better view. Cam’s green-eyed gaze took in her entire body. Then he grinned, pissing her off and drenching her panties at the same damn time.
If anyone could carry off absolutely
wicked and totally charismatic at the same time, it was Cam. She itched to run
her fingers through his thick mass of tousled honey blond hair. His murky green
eyes were full of dark promise, the kind she knew he could deliver.
And then there was his body. She could
eat Jell-O off of his tanned washboard abs and the gelatin wouldn’t have the
courage to jiggle. Being near him was like standing at the edge of the subway
platform as the train whooshed by—exhilarating, dangerous, and addicting on a
completely visceral level.
But he’d broken her rule. The one thing
she’d asked him not to do—and he’d gone and done it anyway. She wasn’t sure
whether knowing he’d done it without thinking made the situation worse or just
sad. But she couldn’t keep seeing him if she couldn’t trust him to keep this a
secret. Hell, after that kiss, there was no secret. Cover blown. Everyone knew.
Time to cut her losses. Breaking it off
now was the smart plan.
“I know what it is.” He stood up and
closed the distance between them. “You’re embarrassed because you think someone
saw your tongue push its way into my mouth—accidentally, I’m sure. And heard
that sweet, soft moan of pleasure—”
She pushed her hand against his chest
and forced him back. “Get over yourself, pretty boy.”
He didn’t even blink at the insult.
“You want me. I want you. The sex is amazing. Why are you fighting so damn hard
against letting people know we’re together?”
“Because we’re not.” She had no plans
to trod down the well-worn path to Cam Hardy’s bed again. “You knew the rules
when this thing started.”
“No going public.” His gaze pinned her
to the spot, and he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.
“Look, babe, give me another chance.”
It made her mouth go dry and other
places get wet. They’d had one hell of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am twisting of
the sheets, but they’d known from the start this was temporary. She’d known it.
He’d known it. They’d agreed to keep it secret.
“It’s over.” Drea took a single step
away from him.
He moved lightning fast to get in front
of her, his bulk blocking her view of the rest of the group. “Don’t go away
mad, babe. Let me make it up to you. Tonight. My place. No one has to know.”
She tossed her cup and plate into the
trashcan. “Charming.”
He threw up his hands in frustration.
“Around most people, I am.”
“And I’m not most people.” Pushing her
point home, she traced a finger across his broad, sinewy shoulders and used the
softest hint of pressure to nudge him out of her way so she could march across
the grass to say goodbye to her best friends. “You should remember that.”
“As if I could ever forget.”
MEET AUTHOR AVERY FLYNN
Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a
hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV
drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna
Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the
romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to
Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal
symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local
book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to
always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good
with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines
are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to
stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
GIVEAWAY
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