Allie Green is a rookie cop seeking revenge and she’s willing to sell her soul to get it. With an opportunity to use Tristan Cross's resources Allie calculates her time for payback. As vengeance boils her blood she can’t keep her mind off her new boss and Allie finds it difficult to keep her employment professional. With the mouth watering Tristan Cross distracting her, she struggles to prioritize an undercover job she’s been assigned and her hunger for revenge.
And when you’re ready to give up your life to save someone else, distractions can be fatal.
Note: This book is the first part of a
Trilogy that is designed to be read in order. Tristan and Allie will get their
happy ending but not until book 2. This book contains a cliff hanger ending you
will not expect. A prequel to the series which can be read alone is Dazzled by
Silver.
*****
And now, let's check out this excerpt:
My feet pressed to the floor as the
elevator lifted against gravity. Tristan turned, facing me. His sultry stare
bore through my body, and I felt my back press against the mirrored wall.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He
wasn’t supposed to hold power over me; no man ever had. I was a cop. A strong
cop who wasn’t swayed by crying mothers, cute puppies, or gorgeous hunks
speeding in their Ferraris, offering everything they owned and more. But I was
also a woman – and to Tristan, my body responded of its own accord. I felt my
breasts swell and I wished I’d worn a dress with a larger top: one that could
hold the twins in better. Tristan didn’t seem to mind.
“So, what will two thousand dollars buy me,
sweetheart?”
Even if we were playing, I had a feeling
this was going to be one hell of an interview—one of the best ones I’d ever
had.
“Whatever you want.” I wondered how far
he’d go, and how far I’d allow him to go. I already knew what he wanted. My
instincts were solid, especially the hormonal ones. My body had secretly ached
for his touch since he’d walked into the auditorium. And that one deep kiss
we’d shared in his car was like a teasing spoonful of chocolate cake. I craved
chocolate cake; and not just a bite.
And before I could say another word,
Tristan crushed his mouth to mine, possessing it like he owned me, spreading my
lips apart with his needy tongue. The hint of scotch still lingered in his
mouth. And at this moment, he did own me. Every. Single. Piece of me.
His grip on my wrists above my head would
have normally enraged me. But tonight I wasn’t a cop, and his strong and
demanding fingers wrapped around my hands like cuffs, burning me with a
long-forgotten yearning.
The force of his lips devoured mine, his
tongue exploring my mouth. The few moans that escaped me, Tristan swallowed. I
had no room to breathe and found hardly enough strength to stand on my legs.
He let go of my mouth and trailed his lips
along my jaw to my cheek and ear before lowering down my neck, pinning me against
the wall. Oh, God, he felt so good against my body. Everything inside me
twisted and tightened and released in unbearable pulses between my thighs. I
breathed him in, the oak smell of his scotch imprinted in his skin and in his
hair.
The elevator halted and Tristan jolted up
as if he’d just realized what he’d done. He searched my eyes with his as if
asking permission to go on. And for the first time tonight, doubt crept in. He
leaned his forehead against mine.
“We can’t do this. I’m your employee,” I whispered
into his mouth. But inside, I laughed at my own unconvincing words, feeling the
heat between my legs penetrate my dampened panties.
The open elevator door chimed the second
time.
“Your body says we can.” He cupped my
engorged breasts, one in each hand, squeezing them in slow motion, feeling
their full weight.
I held my breath, pushing my chest into his
palms, filling them.
He looked straight into my eyes. “And
you’re not hired until the morning.”
*****
Wow, that's kinda hot...
Anyway, Lacey, as if you would have forgotten, writes erotic romance. Her stories come from her life, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Lacey likes to make her readers blush and experience the story as if they were the characters. She likes a pinkish shade on a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie-especially when it’s torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a ‘birthday suit.’
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