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 Bueno aquí les presento este nuevo tomo único de Aleatha Roming que de verdad parece muy bueno y se publica el 16 de mayo. NO  pueden dejar de leerlo.

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Un nuevo tomo único divertido y sexy de Aleatha Romig.

Él es sexy y confiado, el tipo de hombre que toda mujer nota. Tu sabes, el único con la sonrisa derrite bragas t cuerpo para morir.Y luego está la manera en que sus trajes de diseñador cubren sus anchos hombros y grandes ... bueno, todos hemos oído los rumores, los que dicen que está listo para cualquier desafío. 

Pero no puedo verlo así. Es mi jefe, técnicamente uno de los dueños de la compañía en la que trabajo, y definitivamente no está en mi liga. Hombres como él no notan a mujeres como yo, y no salen con ellas. 

Y no salgo con hombres como él. 

Hasta que una vez lo atrapé en una posición comprometedora cuando también necesito una cita de última hora para una boda ... y luego no es real. Es un chantaje. 

Por un fin de semana, es mi más uno. 

Hermoso e inalcanzable. 

Desde el momento en que ella entró en mi oficina con esos ojos azules impresionantes y curvas locas y sensuales, ha estado en mi mente. Tres años y nunca una vez ha actuado interesada en mí. Por lo general, destello una sonrisa de un millón de dólares y las mujeres caen de rodillas, algunas literalmente. 

No ella. 

Entonces, en la ocasión en que estoy de acuerdo en dejar que otra mujer haga eso: caer de rodillas, ¿adivina quién nos atrapa? 

Puede que no sea la forma más convencional de ponerme en su radar, pero no llegué tan lejos en los negocios sin saber cuándo aprovechar una oportunidad. Si este pequeño petardo sexy con labios perfectamente besables piensa que ella puede chantajearme para asistir a la boda de su primo, voy a saltar en la oportunidad de ser su más uno. 

Amas su lado más oscuro. Ahora es el momento de conocer a Leatha, el lado más ligero de Aleatha, mientras intercambia sus famosos giros y vueltas por risas y el amor con este romance sexy, PLUS ONE

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aleatharomig1 Aleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of nearly thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she's not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time a with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams! Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha's twisted style with an increase in heat. In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into the world of dark romantic suspense with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel INFIDELITY series that has taken the reading world by storm. She also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK were published through this mystery/thriller publisher in 2016. Aleatha is a "Published Author's Network" member of the Romance Writers of America and a member of PEN America. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency. NEWSLETTER | WEBSITE | FACEBOOK| AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE | GOODREADS | INSTAGRAM | TWITTER | PINTEREST
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Hoy les traigo el nuevo libro de la serie Rusk University de Cora Carmack, All Closed Off, es el libro cuatro de la serie y lo tendremos disponible el 1 de mayo.


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Stella Santos está bien.

Tal vez algo terrible le pasó que no puede recordar. Y tal vez la vuelve loca cuando sus amigas la tratan como que está a punto de quebrarse. Tal vez se siente peor  porque ellas hacen lo que pide y pretenden que nunca pasó en absoluto. Y tal vez ha estado recibiendo correos electrónicos y mensajes acosadores por meses de gente que no la conoce, pero la odia.
Pero nada importa porque ella está bien
Para Ryan Blake, Stella siempre fue esa chica. Vibrante, hilarante y bella. La quería como su mejor amiga. Su más que amiga. Su todo y cualquier cosa que ella pudiera darle. Lo que en estos días es un montón de nada. Ella se enoja cuando él está ahí. Se enoja cuando no está. Se enoja cuando trata de hablarle y cuando no.
Cuando Stella idea  un proyecto de arte poco convencional para una de sus clases acerca de explorar intimidad (entre ambos amigos y extraños)  Ryan se encuentra a sí mismo como un conejillo de indias cuando uno de sus sujetos la deja plantada. Lo que se supone que sea una mirada artística y objetiva a las emociones y secretos y sexo de repente se vuelve mucho más personal. Cuando él se lleva bien con otra de las chicas del proyecto, Stella tendrá que decidir si está dispuesta a hacer más que arte sobre intimidad. Para mantenerlo, ella tendrá que abrirse y dejarse a sí misma ser lo que juró nunca sería de nuevo. Vulnerable

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En el juego del amor ella nunca pierde.

¡¡Paper Fools by Staci Hart se publica el 17 de abril!!

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Afrodita conoce el amor, no le pidas que averigüe su propio lío.
En lugar de tratar con su vida amorosa, juega con los corazones de los humanos inconscientes. Es un pequeño juego que juega, y las apuestas son altas. Por suerte para ella, acaba de encontrar la pareja perfecta.
Lex es todo lo que Dean necesita, pero no puede tenerla.
No importa que sus ojos hablen  a una gran parte olvidada de él, o que su arte y su poesía toquen su corazón destrozado. Está fuera de los límites ... cruzar esa línea implosionaría su banda y todo lo que le importaba. Sólo hay una opción: mantenerse alejado de ella, sin importar el costo. Incluso si el precio es su corazón.
Dean es todo lo que Lex quiere, pero no puede correr el riesgo.
Al segundo que lo conoce, sabe que su corazón está en peligro. Está convencida de que es sólo la atracción que la tiene atraída al cantante oscuro, silencioso, pero con cada día que pasa,  sabe que es más. Es sólo que no puede poner su corazón en la línea. Ella no puede, el amor nunca ha valido el sacrificio.
Si supieran que eran sólo peones en un juego mucho más grande. Y en el juego del amor, Afrodita nunca pierde.
* Anteriormente titulado Deer in Headlights, Paper Fools ha sido reescrito y reeditado solo para ti.

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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey. From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics. IMG_8015

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Bueno, aquí les traigo la portada de este libro que seguro ya muchas como yo están esperando. Es el último de la serie Elementos y se lanza el 13 de abril.... No puedo esperar para leer este libro y conocer a la autora en persona... Aquí se las dejo. ¡No me van a decir que no les encanta!

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Libro Cuatro en The Elements Series

por Brittainy C. Cherry

Graham Russell y yo no estábamos hechos el uno para el otro.
Yo estaba impulsada por la emoción; él era apático. Soñaba mientras él vivía en pesadillas. Lloraba cuando no tenía lágrimas que derramar.
A pesar de su corazón congelado y de mi disposición a correr, a veces compartíamos segundos. Segundos cuando nuestros ojos se encontraban y veíamos los secretos del otro. Segundos cuando sus labios saboreaban mis miedos, y yo respiraba sus dolores. Segundos cuando ambos imaginábamos lo que sería amarnos uno al otro.
Esos segundos nos dejaban flotando, pero cuando la realidad nos golpeó de lado, nos obligó a descender.
Graham Russell no era un hombre que sabía amar, y yo no era una mujer que sabía cómo tampoco. Sin embargo, si tuviera la oportunidad de caer de nuevo, caería con él para siempre.
Incluso si estábamos destinados a chocar contra un terreno sólido.


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Unprofessional por JD Hawkins

Fecha de lanzamiento: 22 de marzo

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¿Que sucede cuando el playboy favorito de Internet se enamora?
Tengo el mejor trabajo del mundo. Salir con mujeres hermosas y escribir sobre ello.
Pero quiero llevarlo al siguiente nivel: en lugar de escribir sobre mis experiencias, convertirlo en un reality show en línea.
Pero aquí está el problema. Mi jefe quiere que comparta el show con una mujer co-anfitriona. Y quiere que esa mujer sea mi mejor amiga y compañera de trabajo, Margo.
Saldré con mujeres hermosas y ella saldrá con hombres calientes. Suena bastante justo.
Así que ahora tengo que verla salir  en citas falsas con hombres calientes. Solía encantarme ir a casa con una mujer diferente cada noche, pero de repente esto no es tan divertido. Ver a Margo con alguien más me está volviendo loco.
Y cuanto más tiempo paso con ella trabajando en el programa, menos quiero mantener nuestra relación en la zona de los amigos. Y más difícil es evitar  imaginarla inclinada sobre la copiadora.
Las cosas están a punto de volverse poco profesionales.

 

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Recibí un ARC a través del autor en intercambio por una opinión honesta.
Una historia divertida, sexy, ligera con 0 drama y eso me gustó mucho porque para ser sincera, no son muchas las tramas que son así.
Comencemos por contar lo que ya se sabe, es una historia de amigos que tienen 8 años de conocerse y que además trabajan juntos, pero que después de una noche de copas, empiezan una relación prohibida, y de ahí todo se pone muy caliente.  Me encanta la química entre los personajes y la relación que ellos tienen tan cercana. Es decir, son mejores amigos que se sienten atraídos pero que nunca habían actuado sobre ello.
Margo es una chica bella, divertida, alegre, pero que como con muchas otras chicas, ha tenido muy mala suerte con los hombres.
Owen, es un típico chico malo, sexy, mujeriego, y caliente. Desde la primera página esto queda plasmado, y tiene un trabajo que cualquier hombre se desearía (es decir, le pagan por salir con chicas bellas y grabarlo en video).
Cuando la jefe les pide que Margo se sume a las grabaciones y empiece a salir con chicos sexys, empieza lo mejor, porque ninguno quiere que el otro salga con otra persona.
Las citas me hacen morir de risa, y la verdad me divertí mucho leyendo.
El ambiente de trabajo es otra cosa que me encanta, muy relajado, donde la mayoría parece trabajar a gusto. (Yo quisiera trabajar en Trendblend, quién no).  Exceptuando por el ex de Margo, todos me encantaron…
Los personajes secundarios complementan la trama.
Si estás buscando una lectura ligera, sexy, de amigos a amantes, está es perfecta para ti.


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“Thank god you live on the ground floor,” I say, as I rummage for her keys in her bag with one hand while keeping her from falling with the other. It’s not that I haven’t been to Margo’s place before, but when we hang out it’s usually at work functions or the occasional bar, and at the moment I can’t shake the feeling that I’m intruding a little.
“You know, you’re really fucking hot,” she slurs, giggling. My cock stirs at the brush of her lips so close to my neck, her warm breath against my skin. I have to shake it off.
“And you’re really fucking drunk,” I reply with a forced laugh, as the key finally catches and I kick the door open.
“No…I mean it,” she says as I step into her apartment, still holding her in my arms. “You’re like…the most beautiful man.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” I say, as I open a few wrong doors (closet, bathroom) until I find her bedroom. I walk in and lay her down on the bed, then pull away, setting her bag on the night table. “You should probably just rest a bit, let it pass.” I unlace her boots and ease them off gently, setting them on the floor before straightening up to go. This feels familiar, although I haven’t carried a too-drunk Margo home from a party and put her to bed since our undergrad years. “You need anything? Water, or—”
“Yeah.” Margo smiles.
“What?”
Instead of answering, she mischievously beckons me closer. I look at her, dress rolling up around her thighs, twisting her body up in the sheets, my imagination starting to whirl a little.
“Come here!” she yelps impatiently.
This could mean trouble—the problem is, I like trouble. I groan and go nearer to the bed.
“Closer,” she giggles, and I’m taken with the smile, the way she grinds into the bed…
“What?”
Her hand pulls on my shirt, her smile goes and instead her mouth is open now, weakened like she’s preparing to kiss me. I could so easily fall into her here, so easily bring my mouth onto hers, put my own hands under her clothes. I can almost taste her, appetite stirring…
Except being a real man doesn’t just mean knowing when to make a move, it also means knowing when you shouldn’t.
“Nice try,” I say, pulling back.
Margo laughs and pounds her fists onto the bed with disappointment.
“But I need to see what’s under your shirt. You still got those Grand Canyon abs, I bet.”
“Ok. That’s my cue to go,” I say, half-out the door. “See you tomorrow.”
“No! Come on! Please! I remember the view was fucking amazing. Just a little peek. A tiny little peek for old time’s sake. Come on, Owen! Don’t be an asshole. You know you want to show it off.”
I look back at her, hand on the doorknob, and find myself laughing.
“Happy now?” I say, pulling up my shirt a little way.
Margo screams and falls back onto her pillows laughing.
“I knew it! Just as perfect as that night you got locked out of the girl’s dorm,” she says, as I close the door and leave.
When I get back to my car, I’m still smiling.
     

About the Author:

JD Hawkins escribe romances eróticos con machos alfa clásicos/modernos y mujeres fuertes e independientes. Actualmente vive con su esposa en Los Angeles CO. Le encanta viajar y ha vivido en muchos lugares, incluyendo Nueva York, India and Thailand. Cuando no está escribiendo disfruta surfear, entrenar en Artes Marciales Mixtas, leer y tomar siestas. Siempre le encanta crear historias, especialmente las que se inspiran en la vida real.

 

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Nuevas portadas y sinopsis revelada para el nuevo libro Hundreds en la serie Pennies.

Estoy super emocionada, esta serie es demasiado buena y no puedo esperar para leer Dollars, y los otros dos a semanas de publicarse también... Y estas portadas me encantaron, no puedo esperar por el libro.
OPD!!! Esa sinopsis, será una resaca inolvidable, de eso estoy segura.

Nota: todos los libros electrónicos y de bolsillo tendrán las nuevas portadas. Ebooks tomará unos días para tenerlas listas. Los libros de bolsillo tomarán de 6 a 8 semanas. Preordenes serán entregadas con las nuevas portadas. El contenido interior no cambiará. Pennies and Dollars ya están PUBLICADOS! Pennies a solo 99c. Hundreds será publicado en unas pocas semanas. La fecha se anunciará pronto.

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"Pim es la mujer más peligrosa que he conocido. No porque me pueda arruinar, sino porque tiene el poder de robar mi corazón"
 

Una vez hace un tiempo, deseaba volver a casa y olvidar.
Ahora, soy fuerte y lista para pelear.
Seducida y reclamada, Elder ya no sólo exige mi voz, me ordena ser una ladrona como él.
Me niego.
Pero me ofrece cosas que no debería querer, favores de los que debería huir.
A cambio de su protección, se me ordena robar suficientes peniques y dólares para recomprar mi libertad.
Sólo que ambos no estamos preparados para cómo me cambia, me evoluciona.
Es mi turno de aprender sobre él.
Es su deseo enseñarme cómo ser normal.
Hasta que algo va mal.
Y nuestra vida juntos llega a su fin.

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About the Author: Pepper Winters is a multiple New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today International Bestseller. After chasing her dreams to become a full-time writer, Pepper has earned recognition with awards for best Dark Romance, best BDSM Series, and best Hero. She’s an multiple #1 iBooks bestseller, along with #1 in Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, and Erotica Thriller. With 19 books currently published, she has hit the bestseller charts twenty-six times in three years. Pepper is a Hybrid Author of both Traditional and Self-published work. Her Pure Corruption Series was released by Grand Central, Hachette. Her books have garnered foreign interest and are currently being translated into numerous languages, including already released titles in Italian and Turkish. Audio Books for her entire back-list will be available in 2017. Connect with the Author: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pepperwintersbooks/ Amazon: http://amzn.to/2lLHxdG Twitter: @PepperWinters Facebook Fan Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1511645192400372/ Never miss an update! Sign up for Pepper’s newsletter today! http://www.subscribepage.com/www.pepperwinters.com https://pepperwinters.com
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Provocative (Libro uno White Lies Book) por Lisa Renee Jones Release 

Fecha de publicación:  18 de Abril  

Género:  Romance Contemporáneo

Una nota del autor: 

¡Hola a todos! ¡Estoy más que emocionada de presentar mi Dueto ¡White Lies! Este es un thriller psicológico, intenso y sexy, que es provocativo en todos los sentidos, por lo que nombré el libro uno: PROVOCATIVE. Y puesto que esta serie me lleva de nuevo a mis raíces indies, el precio es más bajo que mis libros de Nueva York, y las fechas de lanzamiento están juntas. Aquí están los detalles de la serie:

  • PROVOCATIVE, libro uno, será lanzando el 18 de April del 2017 y el precio es $2.99 - incluye la novela gratis REBECCA'S FORGOTTEN JOURNALS para esos lectores que compran  durante la semana de lanzamiento o pre-ordenan cuando el preorder está disponible.
  • SHAMELESS, libro dos, será publicado el 11 de Julio del 2017 y el precio es $3.99
  • También estoy haciendo un giveaway en mi blog para celebrar! Entrar es super fácil. Sólo comenta! El enlace a mi blog esytá aquí HERE para que te asegures de suscribirte!
Y ahora, sin más preámbulos, las portadas para el dúo, la sinopsis  para el libro uno, y el CAPÍTULO UNO de PROVOCATIVE! No puedo esperar a que conozcas al alfa que habla sucio, Nick "Tiger" Rogers. ¡Espero que lo disfrutes tanto como me gustó escribirlo!


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Libro uno en el nuevo e intenso dúo de White Lies de Lisa Renee Jones!

Hay momentos en la vida que son provocativos en sus mismas existencias, que se insertan en nuestras mentes para siempre, ya veces nuestras  almas. Ellos nos cambian, nos moldean, tal vez incluso nos salvan. Pero algunos son más oscuros, peligrosos. Si les permitimos, nos controlan. Nos seducen. Incluso puede que incluso nos destruyan.

En el momento en que entré en Sonoma Reid Winter Winery y Viña e hice contacto visual con Faith Winter por primera vez fue uno de esos momentos. Provocador porque conozco al menos uno de sus secretos, de los cuales, sospecho que tiene muchos. Provocador porque cree que era un extraño para ella cuando nos conocimos, pero no lo soy. Provocador porque la busqué, sin intención de tocarla. Pero ahora lo he hecho. Ahora la quiero. Ahora tengo que tenerla. Pero eso no cambia nada. No cambia por qué vine por ella.

 

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pro·voc·a·tive adjective
  1. causing annoyance, anger, or another strong reaction, especially deliberately.
  2. arousing sexual desire or interest, especially deliberately.

Chapter One

There are those moments in life that are provocative in their very existences, that embed in our minds forever, and sometimes our very souls. They change us, mold us, maybe even save us. But some are darker, dangerous. If we allow them to, they control us. Seduce us. Quite possibly even destroy us. The moment I stepped into the mansion that is the centerpiece of the Reid Winter Vineyards and Winery wasn’t one of those moments. Nor were any of the moments I spent weaving through a crowd of suits and dresses cluttering the circle that is the grand foyer of the 1800’s mansion, fancy tiles etched with vines beneath my feet. Nor the ones spent declining three different waiters offering me glasses of various wines from one of the most established vineyards in Sonoma, meant to entice me to buy their bottles and donate money to the charity hosting the gathering. Not even the instant that I spotted the stunning blonde in a snug black dress that hugged her many lush curves proved to be one of those moments, but I would call it a damn interesting one. The moment I decided the blonde silk of her long hair belonged in my hands and on my stomach was also a damn interesting one. And not because she’s fuckable. There are plenty of fuckable women in my life, a number of whom understand that I enjoy demands for pleasure, which I will definitely provide, and nothing more. This woman is too prim and proper to ever agree to such an arrangement, and yet, knowing this, as she and her heart-shaped backside disappear into the congestion of bodies, I find myself pursuing her, looking for more than an interesting moment. I want that provocative one. I follow her path formed by huddles of two, three, or more people, left and right, to clear a portion of the crowd, scanning to find my beauty standing several feet away, her back to me, with two men in blue suits in front of her. And while they might appear to blend with the rest of the suits in the room, they hold themselves like the parasites I meet too often in the courtroom, those who most often call themselves my opposing counsel. My blonde beauty folds her arms in front of her chest, her spine stiff, and if I read her right–and I read most people right–I am certain that she’s found trouble. But lucky for her, trouble doesn’t like me near as much as I like it. Closing the space between me and them, I near their little triangle just in time to hear her say, “Are we really doing this here and now?” “Yes, Ms. Winter,” one of the men replies. “We are.” “Actually,” I say, stepping to Ms. Winter’s side, her floral scent almost as sweet as the challenge of conquering her opponents that are now mine, “we are not doing this here or now.” All attention shifts to me, Ms. Winter giving me a sharp stare that I feel rather than see, my focus remaining on the men I want to leave, not the woman I want to make come. “And you would be who?” the suit directly in front of me demands. I size him up as barely out of his twenty-something diapers, without experience, the glint in his eye telling me he doesn’t realize that flaw, which makes him about as smooth as a six-dollar glass of wine everyone in this place would spit the fuck out. A point driven home by the fact that he’s wearing a three hundred-dollar Italian silk tie, and a hundred-dollar suit, no doubt hoping the tie makes the suit look expensive, and him important. He’s wrong. “I said, who are you?” he repeats when I apparently haven’t replied quickly enough, his impatience becoming my virtue as my role as cat in this game of cat and mouse is too easily established. Unwilling to waste words on a predictable, expected question that I’d never ask, I simply reach into the pocket of my three-thousand-dollar light gray suit, which I earned by beating opponents with ten times his experience and negotiation skills, and finger the unimportant prick my card. He snaps it from my hand, gives it a look that confirms my name and the firm I started a decade ago now, after daring to leave behind a certain partnership in a high-powered firm. “Nick Rogers?” he asks. “Is there another name on the card?” I ask, because, I’m also a fearless smartass every chance I get. He stares at me for several beats, seeming to calculate his words, before asking, “How many Mr. Rogers sweater jokes do you get?” I arch a brow at the misguided joke that only serves to poke the Tiger. Suit Number Two, who I age closer to my thirty-six years, pales visibly, then snatches the card from the other man’s hand, giving it a quick inspection before his gaze then jerks to mine. “The Nick Rogers?” “I don’t remember my mother putting the word ‘the’ in front of my name,” I reply dryly, but then again, I think, she didn't ask my father, to change my last name either. She just hated him that much. “Tiger,” he says, and it’s not a question, but rather a statement of “oh shit” fact. “That’s right,” I say, enjoying the fruits of my labor that created the nickname, not one given to me by my friends. “Who, or what, the fuck is Tiger all about?” Suit Number One asks. “Shut up,” Suit Number Two grunts, refocusing on me to ask, “You’re representing Ms. Winter?” “What I am,” I say, “is standing right here by her side, telling you that it’s in your best interests to leave.” “Since when do you handle small-time foreclosures?” he demands, exposing the crux of Ms. Winter’s situation. “I handle whatever the fuck I want to handle,” I say, my tone even, my lips curving as I add, “Including the process of having you both escorted off the property by security.” “That,” Suit Number One dares to retort, “would garner Ms. Winter unwanted attention in the middle of a busy event. Not that Ms. Winter even has security to call.” “Fortunately, I have a phone that dials 911 and the ability to call it without asking her.” “If she’s your client,” Suit Number One says, clearly inferring that she’s not, “you’re obligated to operate with her best interests in mind.” “My decisions,” I reply, without missing a beat, and without claiming Ms. Winter as a client, “are always about winning. And I assure you that I can think of many ways to spin your story to the press that ensures I win, while also benefiting Ms. Winter.” “This isn’t my story,” Suit Number One indicates. “It will be when I’m finished with the press,” I assure him, amused at how easily I’ve led him down the path I want him to travel. “This is a small community with little to talk about but her,” he says. “She doesn’t want her foreclosure to become the front page story.” My lips quirk. “If you don’t know how easily I can get the wrong attention for you here, and the right attention for Ms. Winter, you’ll find out.” “We’ll leave,” Suite Number Two interjects quickly, and just when I think that he’s smart enough to see the way trouble has turned from Ms. Winter to them, he looks at her and says, “We’ll be in touch,” with a not so subtle threat in his tone, before he elbows Suit Number One. “Let’s go.” Suit Number One doesn’t move, visibly fuming, his face red, that white ring thickening around his lips. I arch a brow at Suit Number Two, who adds, “Now, Jordan.” Jordan, formerly known as Suit Number One, clenches his teeth and turns away, while Suit Two follows. Ms. Winter faces me, and holy fuck, when her pale green eyes meet mine, any questions I have about this woman and the many I suspect she now has of me, are muted by an unexpected, potentially problematic, palpable electric charge between us. “Thank you,” she says, her voice soft, feminine, a rasp in its depths that hints at emotion not effortlessly contained. “Please enjoy anything you like tonight on the house,” she adds, the rasp gone now, her control returned. Until I take it, I think, but no sooner than I’ve had the thought, she is turning and walking away, the absence of further interaction coloring me both stunned and intrigued, two things that, for me, are ranked with about as much frequency as snow in Sonoma, which would be next to never. Ms. Winter maneuvers into the crowd, out of my line of sight, and while I am not certain I’d label her a mouse at this point, or ever for that matter, considering what I know of her, I am most definitely on the prowl. I stride purposely forward, weaving through the crowd, seeking that next provocative moment, scanning for her left, right, in the clusters of mingling guests, until I clear the crowd. Now standing in front of a wide, wooden stairwell, my gaze follows its path upward to a second level, but I still find no sign of Ms. Winter. A cool breeze whips through the air, and I turn to find the source is a high arched doorway, the recently opened glass doors to what I know to be the “Winter Gardens,” a focal point of the property, and a tourist draw for decades, settling back into place. Certain this represents her escape, I walk that direction, and press open the doors, stepping onto a patio that has a stone floor and concrete benches framed by rose bushes. No less than four winding paths greet me as destination choices, the hunt for this woman now a provocation of its own. I’ve just decided to wait where I am for Ms. Winter’s return when the wind lifts, the floral scent of many varieties of flowers for which the garden is famous touching my nostrils, with one extra scent decidedly of the female variety. Lips curving with the certainty that my prey will soon to be my prize, I follow the clue that guides my feet to the path on my right, a narrow, winding, lighted walkway, framed by neatly cut yellow flower bushes, which continues past a white wooden gazebo I have no intention of passing. Not when Ms. Winter stands inside it, her back to me, elbows resting on the wooden rail, her gaze casting across the silhouette of what would reveal itself to be a rolling mountainside in daybreak. The way I intend for her to reveal herself. I close the distance between us, and the moment before I’m upon her, she faces me, hands on the railing behind her, her breasts thrust forward, every one of her lush curves tempting my eyes, my hands. My mouth. “Did those men know you?” she demands, clearly ready and waiting for this interaction. “Did you know them?” “No and no.” “And yet they knew the nickname Tiger.” “My reputation precedes me.” “I’ll take the bait,” she says. “What reputation?” “They say I’ll rip my opponent’s throat out if given the chance.” “Will you?” she asks, without so much as a blanch or blink. “Yes,” I reply, a simple answer, for a simple question. “Without any concern for who you hurt,” she states. I arch a brow. “Is that a question?” “Should it be?” “Yes.” “It’s not,” she says. “You didn’t get that nickname by being nice.” “Nice guys don’t win.” “Then I’m warned,” she says. “You aren’t a nice guy.” “Is nice a quality you’re looking for in a man? Because as your evening counsel, Ms. Winter, I’ll advise you that nice is overrated.” She stares at me for several beats before turning away to face the mountains again, elbows on the railing, in what I could see as a silent invitation to leave. I choose to see it as an invitation to join her. I claim the spot next to her, close, but not nearly as close as I will be soon. “You didn’t answer the question,” I point out. “You wrongly assume I am looking for a man, which I’m not,” she says, glancing over at me. “But if I was, then no. Nice would be on my list but it would not top my list, however, nowhere on that list would be the ability, and willingness, to rip out someone’s throat.” “I can assure you, Ms. Winter, that a man with a bite is as underrated as a nice guy is overrated. And I not only know how, and when, to use mine, but if I so choose to biteyou, and I might, it’ll be all about pleasure, not pain.” Her cheeks flush and she turns away. “My name is Faith.” She glances over at me again. “Should I call you Nick, Tiger, or just plain arrogant?” “Anything but Mr. Rogers,” I say, enjoying our banter far more than I would have expected when I came here tonight looking for her. She laughs now too, and it’s a delicate, sweet sound, but it’s awkward, as if it’s not only unexpected, but unwelcome, and an instant later she’s withdrawing, pushing off the railing, arms folding protectively in front of her body, before we’re rotating to face each other. “I need to go check on the visitors.” She attempts to move away. I gently catch her arm, her gaze rocketing to mine, and in the process her hair flutters in a sudden breeze, a strand of blonde silk catching on the whiskers of my one-day stubble. She sucks in a breath, and when she would reach up to remedy the situation, I’m already there, catching the soft silk and stroking it behind her ear. “Why are you touching me?” she asks, but she doesn’t pull away, that charge between us minutes ago now ten times more provocative with me touching her, thinking about all the places I might touch next. “It’s considerably better than not touching you,” I say. “My bad luck might bleed into you.” “Bleed,” I repeat, that word reminding me once again of why I’m here, why I really want to fuck this woman. “That’s an extreme, and rather interesting choice of words.” “Most bad luck is extreme, though not interesting to anyone but the Tigers of the world, creating it. You’re still touching me.” “Everyone needs a Tiger in their corner. Maybe my good luck will bleed into you.” “Does good luck bleed?” she asks. “Many people will do anything for good luck, even bleed.” “Yes,” she says, lowering her lashes, but not before I’ve seen the shadows in her eyes. “I suppose they would.” “What would you do for good luck?” Her lashes lift, her stare meeting mine again. “What have you done for good luck?” “I came here tonight,” I say. She narrows her eyes on me, as if some part of her senses, the far-reaching implications of my reply that she can’t possibly understand, and yet still, the inescapable heat between us radiates and burns. “You’re still touching me,” she points out, and this time there’s a hint of reprimand. “Holding onto that luck,” I say. “It feels like you’re holding onto mine.” With that observation that hits too close to the truth, I have no interest in revealing just yet, I drag my hand slowly down hers, allowing my fingers to find hers before they fall away. Her lips, lush, tempting, impossibly perfect for someone I know to be imperfect, part with the loss of my touch, and yet there is a hint of relief in her eyes that tells me she both wants me and fears me. A most provocative moment, indeed. “Have a drink with me,” I say. “No,” she replies, her tone absolute, and while I don’t like this decision, I appreciate a person who’s decisive. “Why?” “Good luck and bad luck don’t mix.” “They might just create good luck.” “Or bad,” she says. “I’m not in a place where I can take the risk for more bad luck.” She inclines her chin. “Enjoy the rest of your visit.” She pauses and adds, “Tiger.” I don’t react, but for just a moment, I consider the way she used my nickname as an indicator that she knows who I am, and why I’m here. I quickly dismiss that idea. I’d have seen it in those pale green eyes, and I did not. But as she turns and walks away, and I watch her depart, tracking her steps as she disappears down the path, I wonder at her quick departure, and the fear I’d seen in her eyes. Was the root of that fear her guilt? That idea should be enough to ice the fire in me that this woman has stirred, but it stokes it instead. Everything male in me wants to pursue her again, and not because I’m here for a reason that existed before I ever met her, when it should be that and nothing more. It is more. I’m aroused and I’m intrigued by this woman. She got to me when no one gets to me. Not a good place to be, considering I came here to prove she killed my father, and maybe even her own mother.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series. Suzanne Todd (producer of Alice in Wonderland) on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara’s character is strong, flawed, complex, and sexy - a modern girl we all can identify with. In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, Lisa has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin's Press. Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine. Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at www.lisareneejones.com and she is active on Twitter and Facebook daily. LRJAuthorPic

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