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Former special ops-turned private-investigator Cam Hardy leaves a
trail of broken hearts wherever he goes. He's all charm and sex appeal,
and who can blame him for putting it to good use? Besides, it works damn
well on the stunning and tough-as-nails makeup artist Drea Sanford.
Only this time, Cam may be in over his head...
Drea
is trying to keep her naughty affair with Cam a secret. After all, he's
Harbor City's version of a Casanova...if Casanova had a motorcycle.
When Cam makes their hot little liaison known to the public, however,
Drea vows never to have sex with him again. Then one of her
clients turns up dead. Now Drea is suspect number one—and she needs
Cam's help. But sleeping with him is one thing...trusting him is quite
another.
Excerpt:
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.”
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