Sunday Night Dinner Club releases as a box set

The first three books of the Sunday Night Dinner Club are now available as a box set.
Yep, you can download one book and get all three stories:
Title: Sunday Night Dinner Club Box Set
Series: Sunday Night Dinner Club #1-3
Author: Jess Dee

THE BLURB:

Party of Three
Spencer Allen’s quest for true love just hit a brick wall—his best mate, Levi Barret. Their mutual lust for the same woman could spell the end of their friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.

Table for Two
James Elliot never meant to barge into his friend’s bedroom, but now that he’s caught an eyeful of Olivia Taylor, butt-naked, he can’t seem to imagine her any other way. Nor does he want to. James is about to change the dynamics of their relationship – and all Liv can do is hold on for the wild, sexy ride

Dinner at Eight
It’s been eighteen months since Ava Torres last saw her best friend, Jared Thurston. In that time she’s been married, separated and gone to hell and back as a wife. Now Jared is back in Sydney, and he’s determined to prove that true love doesn’t just exist in fairy tales. If Ava is willing to fight for it, together they can find their very own happy ever after.

Warning: Contains all the red-hot action you’d expect from a Jess Dee romance, including MF romance and MFM loving. Oh, and includes a group of friends you’re gonna find yourself falling hard for. You may even wish you were a member of the Sunday Night Dinner Club.

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Happy reading,
Jess

Watch Out for the Perfect Gentlemen

August 18, 2015 marks the start of a new series I’m writing with Shayla Black. The Perfect Gentlemen are men of privilege and wealth, but with a wild side. But a deadly scandal is about to tear down their seemingly ideal lives.

Intrigue. Drama. Passion. Danger. Secrets. For Shayla and I, those are the ingredients of a page-turning book. One night, over a bottle of wine (which is how much of our collaborating starts), we thought…what if. What if we put together a series with all those elements, then sprinkled in a sexy romance, added nail-biting stakes, along with politics and wealth, then baked it all up with a heaping helping of edge-of-your-seat action and surprises? From that, our new series, The Perfect Gentlemen, was born. We’re thrilled to introduce to you a group of brothers-by-choice and the strong women who stand beside them to solve a shocking murder and uncover a long-buried scandal that will rock the foundations of their friendship—and America. Each book will be set in a dazzling city with a new couple to cheer on, but will bring back the characters you know and love as they confront a criminal force set on the destruction of everything dear.

Here’s a sneak peek at Scandal Never Sleeps.

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Maddox Crawford’s sudden death sends Gabriel Bond reeling. Not only is he burying his best friend, he’s cleaning up Mad’s messes, including his troubled company. Grieving and restless, Gabe escapes his worries in the arms of a beautiful stranger. But his mind-blowing one-night stand is about to come back to haunt him . . .

Mad groomed Everly Parker to be a rising star in the executive world. Now that he’s gone, she’s sure her job will be the next thing she mourns, especially after she ends up accidentally sleeping with her new boss. If only their night together hadn’t been so incendiary—or Gabe like a fantasy come true . . .

As Gabe and Everly struggle to control the heated tension between them, they discover evidence that Mad’s death was no accident. Now they must bank their smoldering passions to hunt down a murderer—because Mad had secrets that someone was willing to kill for, and Gabe or Everly could be the next target . . .

 

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Everly wasn’t going down without a fight, no matter who he was. She’d been almost resigned that she would be laid off, but now she was going to fight like hell. No way would she be dismissed and escorted out of the building with her tail between her legs. “Yes. I’ve been instrumental in bringing this corporation into the twenty-first century. The last head of security’s firewalls were crap even a second grader could hack through. I know what you’re implying, Mr. Bond, but I was hired because I know my business. So you can handle me one of two ways. You can sit back in that chair you inherited—like everything else in your life—and we can go over my role with the company or you can stand over me like a misogynist who’s enjoying his intimidation shtick. You pick.”

His eyes flared with heat. He stepped closer. “There’s another option.”

“What’s that?” No matter how much he crowded her personal space, she would not back down. She couldn’t show him how much his presence disrupted her concentration or that she’d done nothing but think about him since leaving the Plaza.

“I can do this.” He gripped her face in his hands and slanted his mouth over hers before she could stop him.

With a sweep of his tongue, Gabriel reminded her of the pleasure he had to offer a woman. A shock of hot desire jolted through her. Everly knew she should push him away, and she raised her hands between them. But instead of shoving him, she gripped the lapels of his suit coat and pulled him closer.

There was no hint of smooth lover in this kiss. He took control as his lips forced hers open wider and he surged deep. He slid his fingers into her hair, dictating the angle and depth of his penetration. His body crowded hers, dominated. He pressed close, letting her know that his urbane suit merely masked his primal nature.

“Eve, I know I shouldn’t do this. I can’t stop.” His hands slid down her back to cup the globes of her ass. “It’s wrong and I can’t fucking walk away.”

She couldn’t seem to make him. Gabriel knew intuitively how to make her body ache for his touch.

He grabbed her skirt in his fist and yanked it up as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, his lips at her throat. The heat of his palm slid up her leg. Somewhere in the back of her head, a faint voice warned Everly this was getting out of hand. But with Gabriel so near, touching her again, everything felt right.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed against her lips before he captured them again.

Resisting him would be smart, sensible. But her body was having none of that. He’d primed her to expect nothing but pleasure from him and she’d ached the night before, wishing she could have his body pressed to hers. She’d longed for the connection she’d felt when he thrust deep inside her.

She drowned in his scent for an endless moment. “I know I should.”

Allowing him to touch her now was wrong. The nights they’d spent together, neither of them had known they would soon be boss and employee. Now they did. Crawford Industries didn’t have an anti-fraternization policy. She couldn’t think of a single reason they shouldn’t see each other, except that he’d made his contempt for her plain. He’d made it obvious that he’d used her while blaming her somehow.

Those thoughts gave her the willpower to push him away. “Stop, Gabriel. I’m not going to be your convenient lay.”

He stared down at her, his face savage, but he didn’t allow her out of the cage of his arms. “Convenient? There is nothing convenient about this, Eve . . . Everly. Fuck. I lied. I was going to call you. I was going to call you right up until the minute I realized you’d lied to me. I almost dialed your number a hundred times in the last twenty-four hours. Yesterday morning, I wanted to ask you to come home with me because I felt good with you. I wanted to forget about every awful fucking thing happening in my world and lose myself in you again.”

She knew they shouldn’t, but his words struck a chord of sympathy in her. Losing and burying his best friend of over two decades had surely wrought grief. And seeing her walk through the door this morning had, no doubt, been a shock.

Her heart softened. “I wasn’t trying to deceive you.”

“Don’t talk. I don’t want to fucking talk.” He crushed her mouth under his again.

He kissed her as if his life depended on it, and Everly couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him. This was the Gabriel she knew. Passionate. Giving. Seductive. She opened to him and gave back.

With a moan, he pulled her leg up and curled it above his muscled thigh. Everly fitted herself against his body. Her head fell back as tendrils of pleasure started to course through her. Normally, she was safe and cautious, but being anywhere close to this man blew away every ounce of self-preservation and logic she possessed until she craved his touch, his possession, again.

Gabriel maneuvered them back to the desk, turning so he could sit her on the surface. “You’re so responsive. Do you have any idea what that does for me?”

With her skirt bunched around her hips, he easily fitted his hand over her silky underwear, cupping her pussy. She braced her hands on the desk and spread her legs a bit wider as she fell further under his spell.

“It feels so good when you touch me.” No other man affected her the way Gabriel did. All he had to do was look at her and her body softened, preparing for him. Breathless for him.

He growled as he worked his fingers over her panties, right where she ached for him. “You’re already wet. Hot and soft for me.”

 

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You know I love a contest. On Saturday I’m going to give away two swag bags that include a print book of your choice and a free download of The Dom Who Loved Me in audio book from Audible.

We’ll pick the winner from a list of commenters on Saturday morning at 10am CST. Check back to see if you’ve won. Comment all week long once per blog post for a chance to win!

 

New Masters and Mercenaries Tale for 1,001 Dark Nights in May

1001 Dark Nights is a collection of novellas inspired by the exotic tales of The Arabian Nights. 1001 Dark Nights features New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors.

In the original, Scheherazade desperately attempts to entertain her husband, the King of Persia, with nightly stories so that he will postpone her execution.

In this version, month after month, each author puts a unique spin on the premise and creates a tale that a new Scheherazade tells long into the dark night.

My contribution to the 1001 Dark Nights collection comes out on May 12, 2015. Adored is set in my Masters and Mercenaries world and features Mitch Bradford, friend of Dr. Will Daley, and Laurel Daley, one of Will’s sisters. Here’s a NOT SAFE FOR WORK sneak peek.

 

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A man who gave up on love

Mitch Bradford is an intimidating man. In his professional life, he has a reputation for demolishing his opponents in the courtroom. At the exclusive BDSM club Sanctum, he prefers disciplining pretty submissives with no strings attached. In his line of work, there’s no time for a healthy relationship. After a few failed attempts, he knows he’s not good for any woman—especially not his best friend’s sister.

A woman who always gets what she wants

Laurel Daley knows what she wants, and her sights are set on Mitch. He’s smart and sexy, and it doesn’t matter that he’s a few years older and has a couple of bitter ex-wives. Watching him in action at work and at play, she knows he just needs a little polish to make some woman the perfect lover. She intends to be that woman, but first she has to show him how good it could be.

A killer lurking in the shadows

When an unexpected turn of events throws the two together, Mitch and Laurel are confronted with the perfect opportunity to explore their mutual desire. Night after night of being close breaks down Mitch’s defenses. The more he sees of Laurel, the more he knows he wants her. Unfortunately, someone else has their eyes on Laurel and they have murder in mind.

 

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Mitch leaned over and placed a very chaste kiss on one nipple and then the other. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight?”

“I’m kinda hoping you’re planning on fooling around.”

He traced the areole of her nipple with his fingertip, utterly fascinated with her beauty. “Don’t be ridiculous. Fooling around is for high school kids. I’m going to make love to you. Properly this time, and with complete control. I acted like an idiot that night.”

“You were passionate.”

“Passion tends to get us into trouble. I’m going to be thoughtful this time. I’m going to make you scream for me. I’m going to teach you what it means to be my sub. Tell me something and be honest with me. I’ll know if you’re not honest. I might not be in the courtroom a lot, but I can tell when a witness is lying.”

“You’re quite good at it,” she agreed in a breathless voice.

“Why did you join Sanctum?”

She hesitated and he worried that she wouldn’t answer. He filled in the time by moving his hands down to her hips and kissing his way to her belly. He breathed in the sweet scent of her arousal.

Finally, she replied. “To try to get close to you.”

“So you were hoping to make me jealous.” Her pussy was perfect, but he couldn’t truly see it. “Sit down on the coffee table and spread your legs for me.”

“Mitch, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I’m going to be patient with you because you’re new and we’re just learning together, so let me make this plain. You have ten seconds to sit on the coffee table, spread your legs, and show me your pussy, or I’ll put you over my lap and we’ll start with a count of fifteen.” He reached around her and grabbed her mug and the contract. Now the coffee table was perfectly clutter free and ready for her. He held a hand out to help her sit down.

Her lips had firmed, her jawline becoming harder than normal. Ah, she was chafing at the confines. He intended to push her a little harder.

“I wasn’t trying to make you jealous.” Even as she was arguing, she let him help her down. She placed herself on the coffee table he’d bought because it had a sturdy feel to it. He’d bought nothing for simple beauty, preferring function over form.

Now he had to think that having a naked Laurel really brought the décor up. He sat back down and couldn’t help the smile that threatened. “I was jealous, Laurel. I was blindingly jealous. God, you’re lovely. Lean back a little. I want to look at your pussy.”

“Mitch, this is bordering on the weird,” she began, but did as he asked. “I’m sorry I made you jealous. I won’t do it again. I suppose if I’m honest, I was willing to do just about anything to have you see me. Though I wasn’t really thinking of a gynecological exam at the time.”

He waved her off and got down on his knees. He let his hands find the skin at her ankles and started to work his way up those sweet legs that would eventually get propped on his shoulders while he fucked her hard and long. “If your gynecologist does what I’m about to do, let me know because we’re going to sue the motherfucker for all he’s worth. So tell me what you had hoped would happen when I found you playing with Master T? I suspect I was being set up to find you playing with him. Was I supposed to start a fight?”

“Absolutely not,” she began and likely would have continued had he not leaned over and put his nose right up against her pussy. “Oh my god.”

It was good to know he could put her off balance. Laurel almost seemed too competent half the time. She would stand there in her prim little outfits and tell him what he thought she should do. It was usually the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. She liked to change things. He liked things to stay the same. It wasn’t that he couldn’t accept something new. He was definitely liking his new decoration. And he knew damn straight he wouldn’t want to let her go. Ever.

He breathed her in, memorizing the spicy, deeply feminine scent of her arousal. And there was no doubt she was aroused. He could see her gorgeous labia. Her pussy was perfectly shaved and a lovely cream coated her pink flesh. He could see the little pearl of her clit. It was poking out of its hood, begging for a lick, a suck, some sweet attention. But he had a couple of questions first. “Would you have let him fuck you?”

Her whole body tensed. “My contract didn’t even allow nudity until three weeks in. I was kind of hoping you would wake up in three weeks. And no. I wouldn’t have slept with him. I was desperate. I only wanted you. I would never have accepted another Master but you, you jerk.”

He had been a jerk. He’d overreacted and taken something from her. Yes, she’d put him in a corner, but he wasn’t a child. He hadn’t had to fight his way out. He should have made the choice. He should have decided to be her Master or to let her go. Now he had no choice. He would be her Master. “I like to think I would have made a proper decision and that would be to take over and make you realize that you need me. I think I can still do that. But if you even look that cowboy’s way, we’ll have problems, you and I.”

He was sure she would have argued on her own behalf. She would have told him that she wouldn’t ever play with Master T, but he didn’t give her a chance. He would rather let her know what she would be missing if she did.

He licked her, a long, slow drag of his tongue over her pussy. This was what he’d missed. He’d missed her taste and smell. God, he’d never had either and he loved her smell and he fucking needed to know how she tasted. He wasn’t sure how he’d lived without that taste on his tongue. He put his hands on her knees, gently pressing out as he very tenderly ate that sweet pussy. He was careful. Despite what Will had said, he was a little nervous about hurting her or the baby. He needed to read up. Research was something he was good at. He would read all he could about pregnancy and sex, but for now he simply licked and sucked at her.

She gasped and wiggled, but he had a good firm hold on her. She wasn’t trying to get away, but he would bet she also wasn’t completely comfortable with having a man spend this much time at her pussy.

“Relax, Laurel. There’s nothing for you to do except let me have my way.”

 

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Coming to other retailers on August 10, 2015.

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You know I love a contest. On Saturday I’m going to give away two swag bags that include a print book of your choice and a free download of The Dom Who Loved Me in audio book from Audible.

We’ll pick the winner from a list of commenters on Saturday morning at 10am CST. Check back to see if you’ve won. Comment all week long once per blog post for a chance to win!

 

Their Virgin Mistress – Out Today!

It’s release day for Their Virgin Mistress, book 7 in the Masters of Ménage series I co-write with Shayla Black. I hope you’ll all join us for Tori, Oliver, Callum, and Rory’s story. Here’s a sneak peek of what to look forward to…

 

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One wild night leads to heartache…

Tori Glen loves her new job as an image consultant for Thurston-Hughes Inc. The trouble is, she’s also in love with the three brothers who own it, Oliver, Rory, and Callum. They’re handsome, successful, aristocratic, and way out of this small-town Texas girl’s league. So she remains a loyal professional—until the night she finds a heartbroken Oliver desperate for someone to love. Tori knows she should resist…but it’s so tempting to give in.

 

And a desperate plan…

Callum and Rory have denied their desire for Tori, hoping she’ll heal their older brother, who was so brutalized by his late wife’s betrayal. But when Oliver cruelly turns Tori away in the harsh light of day, she tenders her resignation. Rory and Callum realize that to save their brother, they must embrace the unconventional sort of family they’ve always wanted—with Tori at its center. And it all starts with seducing her…

 

That could lead to happily ever after—or murder.

Isolated with the brothers at an elegant English country manor, they begin awakening Tori to the most sensual of pleasures. But consumed with regret, Oliver won’t be denied the chance to embrace the only woman worth the risk of loving again. What begins as a rivalry veers toward the future they’ve only dared to dream of. But a stranger is watching and waiting for a chance at revenge. Can the brothers come together to embrace the woman they love and defeat a killer?

 

 

 

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“Rory, what are you doing?” she demanded.

He was supposed to be the reasonable one, but he’d proven that looks could be deceiving.

Rory kicked opened the door to the hallway. Kicked it open. Yeah, nobody noticed that and it certainly didn’t make her ovaries melt at all. Nope. She didn’t like this side of Rory. Well, no part of her except those softening pink bits and maybe her heart.

“I’m taking charge.” He strode down the hall. He didn’t pause or hesitate. When he walked past reporters, he didn’t bother to look their way. He was a man on a mission.

“Put me down! You can’t carry me off. I thought I was supposed to smile at the press and make my nip slip go away.” Though she’d actually planned to be long gone by now, Tori realized it was too early to leave.

“I don’t care about that. Your breast looked stunning. If it ends up on the front page, I’ll make a poster of it. I don’t care what other people think. I’m done with that and you need to be done with it, too.” He stopped when they passed a security station. The guards allowed them into the palace’s private family wing. One even grinned as he opened the door for them.

Once the door closed, they were alone in a grand foyer. The heavy portal blocked the sounds of the party. Now that her surroundings were quiet, she could practically hear her heart pounding.

Finally, Rory stopped, and she found herself on her feet again. Tori tried to catch her breath as he pressed closer and invaded her space. “This is too fast.”

His fingers brushed her jawline. He dipped his head low. “No. We’ve dragged this out for months. I won’t slow down. Now that I’ve made the decision, I can’t wait any longer.”

His mouth descended on hers in a slow slide. He clutched her hips, pulling her into the cradle of his muscular thighs. His lips took hold of hers, molding in a dominant glide. Her whole body went soft and she was grateful for his arms around her. They held her up when all she wanted to do was drop to her knees.

Rory was kissing her. Finally. Callum had mentioned topping her. She knew what BDSM meant to well-meaning Doms. It meant they cared about her. It meant they protected her and watched over her. She might be naïve, but that was what it meant to her sister and husbands. BDSM didn’t guarantee a happily ever after, but it should mean she got a say in whatever happened. If they were going to this much effort, surely she meant something to them.

Tentatively, she let her hands roam Rory’s shoulders and back as his tongue plunged inside her mouth. There was no questioning lick. He dominated, delving deep. His tongue slid along hers, luring and tempting Tori.

Every cell in her body seemed to soften, and she felt her pussy growing slick and wet. Heat burned through her flesh, and she slid her left leg against his to get closer. Rory answered with a groan, pressing her against the wall and pushing his erection against her. He felt so big, so hard. Tori writhed against him, trying desperately to rub herself against his cock and satisfy her growing ache.

His forehead pressed to hers as he took a long breath, trying to calm himself. “Keep doing that and I’ll prove to you I don’t mind risking a scandal. I’ll pull up this skirt and fuck you right here.”

She had to be the sensible one. “I don’t think this will work.”

“The sex will be divine. I already know it.”

Tori had no doubt of that. “I meant anything more.”

“We’ll make it work, sweetheart.” He brushed another kiss against her lips.

All the reasons it couldn’t work pressed on her. The Thurston-Hughes brothers were overwhelmingly possessive men. How could they share? They fought. Would they fight over her? She’d seen Callum’s anger at Oliver and she’d wondered… “Why were Oliver and Callum fighting the day the reporter came to the office?”

Even as she asked the question, her hands roved over Rory’s hard form. The woman inside her wasn’t sure she wanted the answer right now. That part of her craved what these brothers could give her. She might have been a virgin until Oliver, but she wasn’t stupid. He could offer her more. They all could, and she wanted to feel the pleasure she’d been denied her first time.

He kissed the line of her jaw, then his tongue found her pulse point, making her shiver with desire. “You, of course. You didn’t see the very nice punch I landed. We were fighting over you, but that’s not going to happen again. We’ve talked in detail. Now we’re a united front.”

For how long? If she only wanted a night, it didn’t matter…but deep down, Tori suspected she wanted far more.

Every cell in her body quaked as he kissed her neck. “Rory, I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. You’ve always known.” He took a step back. “But I’m going to give you a choice. If you’re scared, walk back into that ballroom and I’ll consider the matter finished. I’ll talk to Callum and Oliver, and we’ll court you in a more proper fashion. We’ll be polite and escort you out and take turns like gentlemen. But if you walk into that room with me, there won’t be anything polite about the way we take you. I won’t be a gentleman. I’ll be a Dom. Your Dom, and you’ll know what it means to be utterly possessed by three men who can’t breathe without you. We’ll start preparing you because we’re going to take you in every way a man can take a woman. Think about this because you’re selecting the path we travel. Polite and proper? Or as wild as you can handle it? Do you want to know what it means to submit to men who love you?”

“Yes.” The word was out before she could think about it. It didn’t matter. Despite all the reasons she shouldn’t do this, she couldn’t walk away.

“Then come with me.” He grabbed her hand and strode down the hall.

Tori hurried after him, knowing nothing would be the same again.

 

 

 

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You know I love a contest. On Saturday I’m going to give away two swag bags that include a print book of your choice and a free download of The Dom Who Loved Me in audio book from Audible.

We’ll pick the winner from a list of commenters on Saturday morning at 10am CST. Check back to see if you’ve won. Comment all week long once per blog post for a chance to win!

Sweet Seduction: Box Set for charity including new Masters & Mercenaries novella

Thanks for joining me this week at International Heat. We’re going to have some super fun stuff coming up, so I hope you’ll join me here each day.

I’ve been busy writing since the first of the year, so I’ve got quite a few releases coming soon. Join me here every day this week for a sneak peek at what’s coming.

I was honored to be asked by Brenda Novak to contribute a novella to her Sweet Seduction box set coming May 1, 2015. All proceeds benefit the Diabetes Research Institute. Priced at only 9.99, this stunning limited edition collection features thirteen brand new contemporary romances by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors.

My contribution is Luscious, a novella set in my Masters and Mercenaries world. It features Macon Miles, Adam’s brother, and a new character, Alison Jones. It’s set around Top, Sean Taggart’s restaurant. I loved writing these characters.

 

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Ally turned and he was happy to see a smile on her face. “Now I know how to get to you, Miles. You’re a sucker for a down-on-her-luck girl.”

Was she flirting with him? “I’m a down-on-my-luck guy. I guess like attracts like.”

She studied him for a moment and he wished he’d shaved. He was a little scruffy. He really wasn’t kidding about being down on his luck. “Why did you show up today? You weren’t taking out the trash and you don’t smoke.”

He thought about lying and then decided not to go that way. “I was looking for you.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to talk to you. I heard a rumor.”

Her jaw went tight. “Really?”

He didn’t like the militant light in her eyes, but he plowed ahead anyway. “Yeah, are you living in your car?”

She waved that off with a laugh. “Oh, that. Yes. I can’t afford a place close to work yet. I’ll find something in a couple of weeks.”

He didn’t understand her. She was acting like homelessness was a nothing problem she would deal with later. “It’s dangerous.”

“No more so than anywhere else. I wasn’t exactly safe here at work earlier. At least I can lock the doors. And the horn makes a really good deterrent. Not to mention my LifeHammer. Sounds silly. It’s really supposed to be for breaking a window if your car goes underwater. Not surprisingly, it also works on car thieves and pushy drug dealers.”

She was going to give him a heart attack. “You took a hammer to a guy trying to jack your car?”

One shoulder shrugged and she went back to sweeping. “Yeah. After I brought that sucker down on his hand, he decided to try again elsewhere. And the drug dealer was actually kind of nice. I mean in the beginning. He was just getting started and his sales pitch needed work. Then he tried to rob me and he met my life hammer, too.”

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say to that?

She kept on. “I would have called the cops, but I don’t exactly have a cell. It’s sweet of you to tell me how to protect myself. Oddly, most guys who intend to harm me don’t give me lectures on protecting myself.”

The rain was starting to come down hard, beating against the rooftop. He finally managed to find some proper words. “You can’t stay in your car.”

“Sure I can.”

His first instinct was to tell her what she was going to do, but he had to wonder if she would come after him with that hammer. The woman in front of him was a far cry from the one who hadn’t screamed out when Timothy cornered her. He was smart enough to understand. She was comfortable with him. She could joke because she didn’t believe he would hurt her. If he applied some pressure, intimidated her, he would likely get her to do what he wanted. And that would make him one more asshole who used her. “It makes me nervous. Especially on a night like this. Maybe you could stay in Sean’s office tonight?”

He would sleep on the floor. He hadn’t been joking. He’d slept in much worse places. Hell, no one was shooting at him. He called it a win.

“You think you should drive home in this mess?” She peeked out through the blinds.

“I don’t have a car. I take the train. Station’s right down the street.” He would rather stay with her, but now that he thought about it, she might be uncomfortable with that. If he was leaving, he would have to be fast though. DART didn’t run all night. He could call Adam, but he felt like an idiot calling his big brother to pick him up from work. He was thirty years old. He’d been driving since he was sixteen.

He couldn’t work the gas pedal anymore and getting a vehicle fitted for him would cost more money than he had.

She perked up. “I have a car. I can totally give you a ride. And the good news is if we find ourselves in high water, I can also smash through the windshield.”

“You are entirely too invested in that hammer.”

She chuckled. “Maybe. I’m really okay, Miles. Despite the idiocy of this afternoon, I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. It’s not the first time I’ve been on my own. Hell, I have a car. It’s practically the Ritz compared to some of the places I’ve slept.”

“You’ve been homeless before?” He’d had a rough childhood. Not financially. He’d had all the money he needed, but he’d been raised in military academies, and they weren’t the best at giving a child affection. Talking to Kai for all these weeks had taught him that affection was something he needed. But he couldn’t imagine being a homeless kid.

“Sure. I was once given a blue ribbon by this cop in my hometown. He said I was the best runaway he’d ever seen. I might have said I couldn’t be too good since he kept catching me, but he told me he liked to reward persistence.”

“What were you running away from?” He asked the question, but had an idea. She could go up against drug dealers and car thieves, but she turned into a mouse around an authority figure trying to take advantage of her.

“My dad was kind of a jerk.” She finished sweeping up and turned to him. “Did I say thank you for saving me today? I don’t usually play the damsel in distress but you were a damn fine knight.”

“There’s no shining armor here, sweetheart.” He’d given that up long ago. Actually, when he really thought about it, he’d never been the type.

“Let’s see. You served your country honorably, you help out your boss, save waitresses from nasty assholes. You’re looking pretty shiny to me, Miles.”

She set the broom aside and something shifted in the room. He could see it in the way she relaxed as she moved toward him.

What was she doing? The air suddenly seemed more sultry than before. “I’m no hero. I went in the Army because it was expected of me.”

“That’s what a hero usually says. Why were you really looking for me, Miles?” She stepped up, leaving very little space between them.

“I told you.”

“Yes, you wanted to find out about my living situation. Do you treat all the waitresses like this?”

“No.” He tended to leave them alone. They were attractive women, but he didn’t have anything to offer a girlfriend. He could barely take care of himself. He knew he should stay away from her, too, but she moved him in a way he hadn’t felt before.

“So why me?”

“I like you.” Yep he sounded like a junior high kid.

“I like you, too. I didn’t think I would, but I can’t deny it.” She went up on her toes and her hands were suddenly flat against his chest. “This is a mistake. It’s a horrible mistake, and I hope you’re smart enough to stop me.”

She was straining, lifting herself up as tall as she could go.

“I’m not that smart, sweetheart.” He lowered his head and let his lips touch hers.

His whole body went on alert. His cock tightened immediately and his body felt like it locked around hers. All he could see or smell or taste was Ally. She became the freaking center of his universe and all he’d done was brush his lips against hers.

He was in too deep, but there was no way he was backing away now.

 

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