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Glass Heart Savage by Lindsey Iler

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BOOK BLURB   𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘖𝘊. 𝘋𝘌𝘊𝘌𝘐𝘛. 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘌. The elite come to play on the campus of Glass Heart Academy.   𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐫 My sister was their everything. I’m their nothing. They waited three hundred and sixty-five days after her disappearance to acknowledge I’m alive. Their wicked games should scare me. Except they don’t know I’m not much different than her.   𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐤 Palmer Weston isn’t anything like her sister. She’s sweet and naive. There are plenty of reasons why I should keep my distance. Except where’s the fun in that. I’m a boy who loves his toys and I’ve kept her on the shelf long enough. It seems someone is determined on giving Palmer the same fate as her sister. Problem is I’ve never been good at sharing.   {Glass Heart Savage is the first book in the Glass Heart Academy Series.} Add to your Goodreads TBR: http://bit.ly/GHSgoodreads TEASERS GIVEAWAY To celebrate the cover reveal of Glass Heart Savage, Lindsey Iler is giving away a $50 Amazon gift card! Head to her Facebook page to enter: http://www.facebook.com/lindseyilerbooks   ABOUT THE AUTHOR Lindsey Iler has had her feet planted in the state of Michigan since she was born and she still lives there with her husband and four kids. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with family and friends, listening to music, and reading. Lindsey writes mature young adult/new adult romance. She falls in love with every character that pops into her head and is notorious for writing long chapters in her notes on her iPhone. She finds inspiration from music and the people around her.   AUTHOR LINKS Website: http://www.lindseyiler.com Newsletter: http://bit.ly/2PsfDiD E-mail: Lindseyilerbooks@gmail.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/lindseyilerbooks Facebook Reader Group: http://bit.ly/lindseysavidreaders Bookbub: http://bit.ly/Lindseyilerbookbub Goodreads: http://bit.ly/LindseyilerGoodreads Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/lindseyiler
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The Flynn Series by Kayt Miller

Series: The Flynn Series
Titles: Out of the Blue, Mick’sology, Vested Interest, The Importance of Being Ernie, The Importance of Being Kennedy’s, and Quirky Girl
Author: Kayt Miller
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Colleen Galligan
  
  
Sophie
Sophie Kincaid knows how to find her brides the perfect dress for their dream wedding. A little overweight and a lot under tall, Sophie faces age thirty knowing she’ll never have her own happily-ever-after and she’ll soon need a cat or two to complete her self-fulfilling prophecy. However, when a ruggedly handsome customer enters the shop in need of a tuxedo, Sophie finds herself dreaming of the tall, broad, and hot-as-sin Henry Flynn. The only problem is guys like Henry don’t look twice at women like Sophie. It’s just a fact of life.
Hank
Henry “Hank” Flynn is a foul-mouthed detective with the Chicago P. D. who knows all there is to know about solving crimes. He’s big, strong, and stubborn as hell. At thirty-five, he has no interest in finding a woman unless it’s for one night in his bed. Been there. Done that. Divorced years ago from a spiteful gold-digger, Hank doesn’t need or want to know anything about his hookups. That is until he walks into a shop to get a tux for his brother’s wedding and is drawn to a little beauty named Sophie. When Sophie’s tenant is found murdered, Henry finds himself on the case with a need to solve one murder and prevent another. Keeping Sophie safe and in his arms is his number one priority even when she doesn’t think she needs saving.
While Sophie doesn’t believe a man like Henry Flynn would want her; Henry believes fate has brought them together. Fingers crossed fate wins because who doesn’t love a happy ending?
Michael “Mick” Flynn is a crotchety old man, and he’s only twenty-seven. Left bitter and broken after his last relationship, he’s vowed to remain relationship-free for the rest of his life. Besides, who needs a serious relationship when there are so many willing party girls around to take to his bed? As a mixologist (a.k.a. a bartender) at one of Chicago’s hippest clubs; he’s got his pick of the ladies. So when Veronica “Roni” McGonigall plops down at his bar and orders a classic drink, he’s taken by her smile, her candor, and her ability to make him laugh harder than he has in over a year.
Deciding to drink her sorrows away after realizing the guy she’s crushing on at work won’t give her a second glance, Mick Flynn is the last person she expects to draw into her pathetic life. Mick is hot as sin and absolutely unattainable to a voluptuous girl like Roni. But when Roni pulls Mick into a sexy kiss (thanks to a little too much liquid courage), it leaves them both wondering… can we be more than friends?
David Flynn has it all. Fresh out of a marriage that was marred by infidelity (hers) and misery (his). Now he’s got life by the cojones. He’s got a job he loves and with the help of his assistant, has moved up every rung of the ladder all the way up to V.P. in a prestigious investment management firm. It’s too bad David can’t see past his own ambitions to the woman who has got him to this point; the same woman he’s about to let go.
Cassandra Darrow has it all. A job she likes and a boss she loves, I mean loves to work with. Cassie and David are a well-oiled machine––a team. At least that’s what she thinks. That is until he lets her go easily––too easily. Surely it’s not because of their little tryst in the alley outside his favorite pub. David Flynn is better than that. Right?
Claire:
I never used to think that there was such a thing as a stupid genius, but that opinion changed when I met Ernie Flynn. Ernie is smart to the Nth degree about nerdy stuff, but when it comes to women, he’s clueless. My name is Mary Claire Hammer, and I’m in love with that nerd. The trouble is, I’m also his best friend and roommate. So, while this book is named after him, it’s really about me. It’s also about Ernie finding his way in the world when things sort of fall apart around him and it’s about me figuring out whether or not Ernie is the One and more importantly if he’s the Right one. So, no matter what you read in this story about Ernie and me… one thing you can be sure of is; I will always love Ernie Flynn but it may turn out I’m not IN love with him. And that’s okay because I believe whole-heartedly, if it’s meant to be,it will be.
Dear Chick Who’s Reading This Sh*t,
(Or dude. No judgment here.) I’m irritated. The book before this one was supposed to be all about me. Hell, it was named after me, but my asshat baby brother ended up stealing the show. So, this little book is all about me––about me getting my shit together, about me figuring out that Kennedy Corcoran’s my person, and about me working my ass off to convince that same Kennedy Corcoran that I’m her person too. It hasn’t been easy because my woman is stubborn. And bossy. Oh, and dominant. Surprisingly, I’ve discovered the dominant side of my woman is hot as hell. More about that later. So, sit tight and enjoy the ride and don’t expect to hear word one about my little brother. Well, not much anyway. I’m sure he’ll get his nose in my business because he’s a dick like that. I’m out. Ernest Flynn
Beatrice Yousef is different. Maybe different isn’t the right word. Quirky. Yeah, she’s quirky. With her part-time jobs and hobbies, like her love of dolphins and her cat Mr. Barnabus Nibblesworth, she barely has time to think of the male species.
Ed Flynn is a stick in the mud. Or maybe he’s just got a stick up his a**. Either way, the guy wouldn’t know fun if it slapped him on the face because he’s too busy being the responsible one, a big brother and his father’s right-hand man. The thought of adding a woman to his plate, well, that’s not in the cards for Ed. At first, all Ed can see in Bea is a clumsy, awkward girl whose uniform is ill-fitting and whose hair is a rat’s nest. But, when she ends up in his arms, he feels something. And no, it’s not the glass of red wine she just spilled on his shirt. It’s something way better. It’s too bad Ed can’t seem to picture himself ever being happy let alone getting his own happily ever after.
I grew up in the midwest with a loving family including three brothers, one sister, and my parents who always fostered my creative side. I earned my bachelor’s degree at Iowa State University, then I was off to the Savannah College of Art and Design for graduate school. After that, I returned to Iowa for work which led me, once again, to ISU for my master’s degree in education.
I love to read and one day I was searching for a book. A book about a certain type of woman and a specific kind of man and I couldn’t find it so, I wrote it. I called it Game Changer and it couldn’t have been a more appropriate title. It changed my life in many ways. While my real job is teaching young people, my fun job is conjuring up characters and situations to write about. 
My goal, as a writer, is to write stories that relate to all of us, to make readers laugh and maybe cry sometimes. I hope my readers can escape into a fantasy, one that’s actually possible. Sure, some of the stories could be dubbed “Insta-love” stories but that’s okay. I fell in love with my husband pretty damn fast and with my daughter the second I saw her. So, it’s a thing, I swear.
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LIES WE TELL by Jeana E. Mann


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The Promise by Felice Stevens

Title: The Promise
Series: Lost in New York
Author: Felice Stevens
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: March 23, 2020
A promise made:
When Ezra Green sits next to Monroe Friedman in their high school English class, friendship blooms into first love, and even Ezra moving to California won’t keep them apart. Ezra promises Roe that once he finishes college, he’ll come home and the two will be together. In the meantime they’ll write and keep in touch. Nothing has to change. 
A promise broken:
After months of unanswered letters, Roe makes one final attempt to contact Ezra with disastrous results. Ezra will never be his and he needs to move on.
Now, more than twenty years later, Ezra has come home. He doesn’t know why Roe stopped writing, but he’s determined to find out. But Roe won’t talk to him and Ezra doesn’t understand why. After all, Roe is the one who cut off contact. Isn’t he?
The promise of what is meant to be:
When Roe’s beloved grandmother suffers a stroke, the past becomes the present, and Ezra comes up with a plan. Pretending to be together to make an old lady happy should be no big deal, but after an unexpected explosive night together, decades-old secrets and lies are exposed, shattering Roe’s control and Ezra’s heart. Is first love only a dream and a promise merely words, or are Ezra and Roe meant to last a lifetime?
“Are you married?”
His brows drew together. “Married? No, why?”
I pointed to his hand. “Your ring. I thought it was a wedding band.”
A wistful smile tipped his lips. “No. It belonged to a friend.” He gazed down at it and twisted the thin braided gold band around and around. “He died.”
Pain as sharp as a knife jab twisted inside. “I’m sorry. It sounds like you were very close.” A lover, I supposed, and my heart seized with jealousy. I must be fucking crazy to feel like this. I was an adult, not a high-school kid anymore. Yet I still wanted to know about this man who obviously meant so much to him, but Ezra had become tight-lipped and didn’t seem to want to elaborate.
“We were, yeah.”
His lips pressed together, and I waited for him to speak further, but he remained frustratingly silent. My annoyance spiked. “Asking again, what are you doing here? If you want to forget the past, why not make a clean break and wipe me from your memory?”
Like you did when you left.
But I wouldn’t say that out loud. It was stupid for a forty-year-old man to still be hurt about events more than two decades old.
“Roe, come on.” He took my hand in his, and the shock to my system from his touch woke me up as if I’d been sleeping for years. “I-I thought we could be friends. I don’t know many people in the city, and it gets lonely.” Smooth fingers rubbed against mine. Goddamn, it felt so good.
“You? Lonely? A big-time agent in Hollywood? I’m sure you have millions of friends coast to coast. All you need to do is pick up the phone, and you’re set.” I tried to pull my hand from his, but he held firm.
“They don’t know me.”
“And I do, not seeing you all these years?” I couldn’t believe he had the gall to say that crap to me. “You’re being ridiculous.” Yet I couldn’t pull away.
“No. I’m not.” His thumb played over the top of my hand, and tingles shot through me despite my reluctance. “My industry is so fake; people say what they want to get who they want. It can get so lonely. I’ve never connected with anyone the way I did with you.”
I could tell him about loneliness. Long, dark nights wishing I could talk to him, but the few times we tried, it was awkward with my parents around, and…well, it wasn’t easy to talk about how we felt, so we agreed to write. And for a while we did, but then the letters dwindled to nothing. Endless years where finances, school, and work prevented me from traveling to California to surprise and eventually confront Ezra. If he’d wanted me, he’d have made the effort, my pride argued with my heart. He had the means to pick up and go wherever he desired. There had been other men for me, of course, but the affairs had led nowhere.
The phone rang, but I let it go to voice mail. All the broken pieces of the past floating around in my head paralyzed me.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I’d turned into a solid block of ice and could barely breathe. Maybe it was a delayed reaction to the slight hangover from last night’s two beers. The intensity of Ezra’s eyes captured me, drawing me in like I was his prey. I felt devoured whole. I shivered, goose bumps rising on my arms as if his lips had touched my sensitive skin.
“Roe,” he whispered and tugged my hand.
With my brain on hold, I swayed toward him and fell into his mouth, my body lighting up the moment Ezra’s lips found mine. He grabbed my face, and I dug my hands into the thick of that glorious head of hair and pulled him close. I drank him down as if parched, as if I’d been traveling through a desert for years. His kiss flowed through me, watering my dried-up soul.
 
Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending just around the corner. Her characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy, and that includes love.
She lives in New York City and has way too much black in her wardrobe yet can’t stop buying “just one more pair” of black pants. Felice is a happily addicted Bravo and Say Yes to the Dress addict and proud of it. And let’s not get started on House Hunters. Her dream day starts out with iced coffee and ends with Prosecco, because…why shouldn’t it? You can find her procrastinating on FB in her reader group, Felice’s Breakfast Club.
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The Devil You Know by Jena Gregoire

SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE.

Following a drunken night together, the vampire Michael “Vegas” Tremayne takes off with no explanation, leaving Deziree Davanzati to wonder if they’d made a terrible mistake. Rather than obsess about it, Dez spends most of her time at Onyx, the rock club she owns and operates for the supernatural citizens of New York City. All are welcome-werewolves, witches, and anyone else willing to play nice while under her roof and pay their tab at the end of the night.

After two weeks of radio silence, Vegas returns with alarming news. For the first time in more than four centuries, there is reason to believe a pureblood demon is walking among them. They suspect someone from the Council may be behind the creature’s return, but to what end?

With the Sentinel Stone missing, they’re down to the wire and don’t know who to trust. Will Dez and Vegas stop the demon in time? Or will Hell itself be unleashed upon the world?

 

 

  

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The Devil You Know
by Jena Gregoire

Series
Hellfire Book One

Genre
Adult
Urban Fantasy
Paranormal Romance

Publisher
Independent

Publication Date
June 5, 2018

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THE DEVIL YOU KNOW
Hellfire Book One
© 2018 Jena Gregoire


CHAPTER ONE

Michael

 

Michael laid on his back, staring at the ceiling of Deziree’s darkened bedroom. The hot night air was thick and damp. The spinning slowed as the effects of the alcohol began to wear off. Finally, he thought. His patience was wearing thin. No matter how much water he consumed, the drunken state he had been in all night just didn’t want to let go. Normally this wasn’t a concern that would even register on his radar, but tonight was different. Tonight they had done something and crossed a line. Tonight he had slept with Deziree. His oldest friend. An action which irrevocably changed things between them. Forever. He just wasn’t sure if it was a change for the better or worse. 

Four centuries is a long time to know someone. It’s also four hundred years of friendship that gets flushed down the drain if they’re not on the same page. No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, he began to question himself.

Did you want this to happen?

Well, yes. He’d be lying if he said he’d never considered it before. Hell, they’d even come dangerously close to something happening a few times in the first hundred years they knew each other. Why not? She’s Dez. She’s beautiful with her long black hair, flawless skin, ice-blue eyes, and that body…. 

She was hard and lethal. Her form was toned and well-conditioned. Despite her average size, she could hold her own against just about anyone. However, the muscle didn’t make her look masculine by any stretch of the imagination. She had generous curves in all the right places. In his eyes, she was the embodiment of the word sexy. Last night, he had found out just how perfect that word was. 

He had been hired to get rid of a problem for one of his clients. The problem was an amateur extortionist who thought he could get away with trying to blackmail one of the wealthiest criminals in New York. When you have as much money and power as this particular client, blackmail doesn’t work. It’s usually just a fast pass to an early grave. Luckily for the man, Michael hadn’t received his usual call from this particular client. He didn’t want the guy taken out, just scared off. He’d been trailing the guy on and off for about a week to get a sense of his habits. He was getting ready to go confront his mark when his cell phone rang. 

“Hey, Vegas,” she greeted as soon as the line picked up. She almost never waited for him to say hello anymore. Even without the aid of the caller ID, he would have known who was on the line simply by her voice. “I’m bored out of fucking my mind. What are you up to tonight?” 

“I thought you had a job coming up,” he replied. She’d been mentioning it for weeks. “Shouldn’t you be out committing a Class A felony right about now?” 

“I’m still waiting on a confirmation from the buyer. For a guy with too much money to ever have to worry about money, he sure likes to drag his feet when buying gifts for his wife. Or his mistress. I’m not sure which it is this time. Anyway, do you want to go do something? I can’t sit around here anymore, and I think I make Jack nervous when I hang around Onyx.”

He was about to tell her he couldn’t make it when he was hit with a stroke of genius. “Dez,” he said with a smile, “put on something slutty. We’re going out.” After a quick shower, he put on a pair of his most comfortable dark blue jeans, a black button-down shirt, and his favorite pair of butter-colored Timberland boots. After slipping on his glittering platinum and diamond-encrusted watch, he grabbed his black leather jacket and headed for the door.

He knew there was no hiding his reaction when he had arrived at her place. She opened the door, and he found himself utterly speechless. She stood there in a black sequined halter top, form-fitting black patent leather pants, and a pair of sexy black stiletto heels. She topped the whole outfit with a leather bolero jacket that looked like something out of a Mad Max movie. Deziree was dressed to kill and she was stunning. He stood there staring like a fool, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Wow, Dez. You look sensational.” 

Dez smiled and with a wink, she replied, “You don’t look so bad yourself.” Then she added with more seriousness, “Now, pick your jaw up off the floor and wipe the drool off your chin. We are going out, right?”

“Not exactly. I’ll explain in the car.” She glared at him with suspicion. “You’ll love it,” he promised. “Shall we?” 

He held his hand out for her to walk ahead of him. He took in the sight of her and his priorities shifted. Suddenly, going to work was the last thing on his mind. They made their way down to his Aston Martin waiting for them by the curb. As they approached the car, he reached around her, purposely leaning in close while he reached for the handle. He held the door as she carefully slid into the passenger seat. He closed the door and hurried to the other side to climb into the driver’s seat. The crimson red Vantage boasted a V12 with far more power than any car its size needed. The engine roared to life with the pressure of the crystal key in the center console. He had a few cars stored in various high-priced private garages around the city, but this was one of his favorites. You couldn’t help but feel good when you were behind the wheel. 

They had only driven a few minutes when Dez started demanding answers. “So? What does ‘not exactly’ mean?” He explained the job to her and how he wanted to approach it. When the plan was all laid out for her, Deziree smiled like the Cheshire Cat. She clasped her hands together and bounced in her seat. “Oh, this is going to be way more fun than just going out and getting drunk.” He couldn’t help but laugh. He had expected the plan would go over well, but was not prepared for bouncing.

The nightclub was packed. The main parking lot was full, and there was a line out the door and halfway around the block. The place was trendy enough that they had valet service. They climbed out of the car and Michael slipped the valet a crisp hundred dollar bill. As he did so, he pulled the man closer and whispered in his ear, “One scratch and I’ll snap your neck.” Michael backed off and smiled. “Savvy?” The young man nervously nodded his head. “Good. Now, keep my keys handy. I don’t know how long we are going to be here.” Michael walked around to Deziree and presented the crook of his arm. 

She smiled, looped her arm through, and said, “Game on.” They ascended the steps of the massive brick building. 

The facade of the building gave a completely false impression of what lay concealed within its walls. Judging by the black-painted brick walls and scarce lighting, a stranger to the club would probably expect a dirty, unkempt grunge-rock club. They couldn’t be further off the mark. The interior was lavishly decorated to emulate an old bordello. The plush leather and velvet seats were accented by warm red and purple lighting. The whole place gave off a vibe of pure sensuality. 

Had they been prepared for the sheer number of bodies in the room, Michael probably wouldn’t have chosen the club as the location to approach the guy. He knew they’d be busy, but they had to be way over capacity. He suggested they grab a table, and they were able to get a perfect spot at the back, up on a slightly elevated level, only a few steps above the main floor. It was a perfect vantage point to scan the room for their target. He slid into the plush leather crescent-shaped booth and waved a waitress over. He ordered their usual drinks and surveyed the crowd. A sweep to the left. A sweep to the right. Then his eyes landed on Dez. 

He hadn’t realized when she’d slipped away. A quick glance at the other half of the booth told him she had shed her jacket and immediately took to the hunt. She moved through the crowd with a grace the humans could only wish to match. Without even trying, she commanded the attention of the patrons, male and female alike. She searched out her prey with the skill of a master predator. Had he not known what she was, he would have pegged her for a vampire from a distance. 

Michael smiled to himself as he watched her dance her way through the crowd. Once upon a time, he’d seen her as so much more than a friend. Every time they’d come close to anything resembling romance or sexual tension, something was always off. The timing wasn’t right or whatever the excuse of the day happened to be. Sometimes it was her hang up, sometimes it was his. When they just couldn’t seem to get it right, they gave up on the idea of being together, no matter how easy it should have been. The thought brought him up short with a sense of longing — and mourning. Mourning for a life they could have shared. They had made the decision together to keep things friendly, but every once in a while, regret clawed at him. He thought he was making the right decision at the time, but more than once, he second guessed himself. 

He continued to watch Dez. She stopped at one point to buy a shot off of a waitress attempting to snake her way past a crowd of, assumedly, drunk frat boys. The petite blonde seemed grateful for the reprieve from dodging flailing elbows. 

Dez locked eyes with him and nodded her head towards the bar. Michael followed her line of sight and saw what had her attention. It was difficult to see the man’s face from the way he was sitting at the bar. He took one brief look over his shoulder at the dance floor, and Michael had the confirmation he needed that she had found the right guy. In the car, he had given her as accurate a description as he possibly could without actually showing her pictures, and she had picked him out of the crowd faster than Michael would have guessed possible. He nodded to her discreetly, and she smiled with an arched eyebrow and then turned her attention back to her mission. 

Michael chuckled and took a sip of his drink. Poor fucker is never going to know what hit him. 

He watched as Dez worked her magic. She had her target and nothing was going to stop her now. She worked her way slowly through the crowd toward the guy without making it obvious she was after him. That sexy little strut of hers grabbed the attention of their mark in no time, and she took the opportunity to make eye contact. Dez smiled at him coyly and eased toward him. Once she reached him, she came up behind his seat, bent in close, and whispered in his ear. Michael felt pangs of something he never expected. Jealousy. 

As Dez pulled back from him, the guy looked awestruck. He nodded enthusiastically to whatever she said. Deziree was probably the last woman on Earth he would have expected to come on to him. Little did he know, he was in for a big surprise. Michael watched as she took the man by the hand and led him down a hallway tucked away in a shadowy corner of the busy room. 

While Deziree was gone, Michael couldn’t help but let his mind wander to what could have been. Triggered simply by her proximity to another man, a man Michael knew full well was about to wish he had never laid eyes on her. It had been years since he’d had those types of feelings for her and yet, there they were. 

Before he could marinate in hypotheticals, Dez emerged from the hallway, alone and smiling. She weaved her way through the dance floor of gyrating bodies to their table. She picked up her drink and took nearly the entire glass in one gulp. 

“So?” Michael looked at her expectantly.

“Not going to be a problem anymore,” Deziree assured him as she set her glass on the table and waved a waitress over. “As it turns out, Mr. Roberts would very much appreciate the ability to maintain his position on the mortal plane.” She took four shots from the waitress’s tray. They were the novelty kind in plastic test tubes, each one filled with a different brightly-colored mixture. She dropped a fifty dollar bill on the tray and the woman started to dig out change. “You’re all set,” Dez purred and winked at the buxom brunette.

Deziree enthusiastically downed the first shot, and then leaned forward and smiled at Michael. “Did you know,” she started as she held her hand up in front of him, “there are twenty-seven bones in a human hand?” 

Michael looked at her hand in confusion.

“Not that I’m against higher learning, but why am I getting an anatomy lesson in a bar?”

“Well,” Deziree explained, “not to brag or anything, but I just broke fifty-four bones in that gentleman’s body. Oddly enough, by the time I was through with the second hand, Mr. Roberts no longer had any interest in pursuing his recent activities involving your client.” She drank down her second shot and smiled, obviously proud of herself. “Sadly, I do believe Mr. Happy is going to be quite neglected for some time. Serves the man right, all things considered. Thinking with that particular head is what landed him in that nasty little room with me in the first place. When I left, he was headed for the back exit. I imagine he’s going to need some help with that door handle.” 

Michael shook his head and smiled. He should have known she would have something like that planned. He took his two shots and glanced around for the waitress. “This calls for a celebration.”

The rest of the evening had been spent drinking and dancing. The more alcohol they tossed back, the further their carefully-held restraints blurred. By the time they left the club, their usual harmless flirting had turned into shameless making out and hands that just would not keep to themselves. Rather than chance getting kicked out for public indecency, they decided it was time to leave. Vegas retrieved the keys to his car from the valet attendant, and then hailed one of the many idling taxis waiting outside for intoxicated patrons. 

One tense and silence-riddled car ride later, they were back at Deziree’s apartment. The trip did little to cool them off. Michael could feel his extended fangs pushing against the inside of his bottom lip. He kept his mouth closed in an attempt to hide his steadily-growing arousal, but there wasn’t much he could do to hide his eyes. His normally rich golden irises cast a bright glow which was impossible to miss. He glanced at Dez and caught the smirk playing at the edge of her lips.

Deziree led the way into the building, up the stairs, and to the door. As she fumbled with the lock, Michael stepped back and leaned against the wall. He tipped his head, allowing his eyes to roam over every inch of her lithe body, taking in every arc and curve. He had spent the entire evening with those curves pressed up against him and now he wanted more. He imagined running his hands and mouth over her soft, naked skin and felt the sharp points of his teeth extend further. 

When she finally won the battle against her keys, Dez turned around, grabbed him by the shirt, and tugged him into the apartment. As soon as the metal door closed behind them, Michael lost any semblance of control. A low growl escaped from deep in his chest as he spun, pinning her up against the cool steel, and he kissed her hard, one of his fangs scraping her bottom lip, just barely breaking the skin. The aroma of her blood drove him further out of his mind. 

As their mouths met, passion exploded between the two of them; a passion of which, until now, he hadn’t been aware. There had always been a latent attraction between them, but this was animal. Primal. Feral. Passion quickly gave way to urgency as they stripped each other’s clothes off. After unsuccessfully trying to remove his shirt in the conventional way, she gave up and yanked it open, ripping three buttons off in the process, sending them scattering across the floor. 

“Dez,” Michael began, pulling back slightly. In the midst of his drunken haze, a thought crossed his mind. What if we’re making a mistake?

“Shut up,” she quickly replied in a breathy voice. 

She grabbed a fistful of each side of his open shirt and guided him back to her. She ran her hands up his bare tattooed chest and he closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel every sensation. She lightly ran her fingertips up his neck, along his jaw, and finally caressed his lips. He couldn’t take anymore. He grasped the sides of her face and crushed his mouth to hers. They finally gave in to a need they had both been trying to ignore for far too long. They weren’t even able to make it to the bedroom the first time. 

Michael glanced over at Deziree’s sleeping form as all the memories of the previous hours continued to dance through his mind. He had wanted this, wanted her, so intensely for years, and he’d worked very hard to bury those feelings and pretend they didn’t exist. Now he had to wonder if this meant he was actually within reach of the life he dreamt of so long ago. Is it safe to even think that way? He had no idea how Dez was going to feel about this when she finally woke up. She may write it off as a one-night slip caused by far too much alcohol. He knew he didn’t feel the same way, and he dreaded the conversation that would undoubtedly follow. He didn’t want the spark of hope simmering in his core to be extinguished.

Michael’s thoughts were interrupted by his cell phone ringing in the other room. In the silent house, “Dirty Deeds” cut through the air and the AC/DC song serving as his ringtone seemed much louder than it really was. He eased off the bed, careful not to wake Dez with his movement. While in the throes of passion, he hadn’t been particularly focused on where his phone had been thrown. The ringing song came to an end just as he clicked on a small table lamp. It was quiet for about ten seconds when the ringing started again. Must be important. He followed the incessant noise and eventually found the phone under the edge of the couch. 

“This is Michael,” he answered, voice still gravelly from sleep and too much Captain Morgan. He listened as the caller hurriedly explained why he was needed. “I will be on the first flight out.” The caller thanked him and disconnected.

Michael gathered his things and put on his clothes. He went back into the bedroom, contemplating whether or not to wake up Deziree and let her know he was leaving. Fear of the impending conversation made the decision for him and he resolved to call her later in the day, after he landed. He quietly made his exit from the bedroom, making his way to the front door and stepped out into the night to retrieve his Aston Martin from across town.

CONTINUE READING…

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Title: Real Liars
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It’s a simple business deal until things get personal.

I’m one of Toronto’s most eligible bachelors and CEO of Rothwell Enterprises. I wear success like a well-tailored suit, but that doesn’t mean I’m not at the mercy of others.

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They say success is the best revenge.
 
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