We just do the job and get paid.”
the first to admit that his current life isn’t the one he’d foreseen. It’s not
even one he really wants, but after his parents died and he was left to care
for two siblings and a mountain of debt, he was willing to do almost anything.
pleasure, he’s almost numb to it…and to women.
Sharpe, the girl he’d loved as a boy, is leaving an abusive lover and needs
someplace to hide.
heart is a different story. She’d completely shattered it once already. But
Bree has changed and Riley wants to think there might be a chance. Only…what
will she do when she discovers his secrets?
curtains painted her skin with a soft, silvery light. Her eyes were darker than
he’d ever seen them and he had to curl his hands into fists to keep from
reaching for her.
to look at me anymore?”
her cheek, careful to keep the touch light.
the words could slip out, but he’d said too much already.
there with your son and go to sleep.”
chest with her finger. “How about you answer me now?”
had him biting back a groan.
could feel her pulse bounding madly against his thumb. Slowly, he stroked that
rapid beat, staring into her eyes.
into detail about most of it, but the worst thing is that you’re here and I
can’t touch you. I need you like I need my next breath. I always have. But
you’re just as out of reach now as you’ve been for the past ten years.”
the bathroom for the next hour, maybe longer. Or maybe he’d just go back
downstairs and sleep in the torture device of a chair.
him. The hand on his chest curled, fisting in his shirt and she moved closer.
that threatened to cut and slice and wound as they broke.
the thick, heavy curls around his fingers. “You should go back to bed, Bree,”
he said thickly.
shirt, tugging it free of the waistband of his trousers. “I want you naked,”
she said against his mouth. “I want your hands on me and I want to be naked.”
the most logical explanation.
know how to handle this? Because…because…
#2…Respect the ladies.
adores them and takes more than a little bit of pride in his job—or rather,
his former job.
his brother Riley and best friend Shame, decided it might just be best to hang
up their…hats and retire from the business of being paid to pleasure.
pub. No reason to ruin a good thing and Con is more than happy to keep pleasing
the ladies—just…no longer as a job. Finding a date or company for the night has
never been an issue for him, either. He’s been told more than once that he can
charm a tiger out of its stripes. But lately a new hire at the bar is turning
the tables on him—she is the one charming him, twisting him up into
knots and getting him so worked up, he can barely see straight.
less than a queen.
over her, he can see that. First she tries to coax him out of retirement
for one last engagement. When that doesn’t work, she sets out to
drive him crazy. After finally admitting that she’s a writer who’s looking to
do a story on male escorts, Con realizes it will be best to just stay away from
Shawntelle. Sure, she says she’s just looking for some hands-on
information but he knows there’s more to it than that. There are
secrets in her eyes, barely hidden lies and doubt.
She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur
photographer. She published her first book in 2003. Her latest suspense,
The Right Kind of Trouble, released in August 2016 from St. Martins.