Title: The Hitman Who Loved Me
Series: McCoy's Boys #3
Author: Shady Grace
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Synopsis
Is that a gun in his pocket or…?
Jamie Fields can hardly refuse a free vacation. Jobless and broke, the struggling single gal is in need of serious stress relief. Sure, the set up is suspicious—no one gives away a trip to exotic Cuba—complete with 50,000 dollars cash—just for delivering a package.
But once Jamie’s enjoying sunny beach days and exhilarating tropical nights, she’s too happy to care. Especially when she finds herself hotly pursued by a sexy stranger…
The McCoy empire is under siege, and Sam Hayes has been tapped to take care of the culprit. Sam knows better than to get involved with his target, but there’s something about Jamie that keeps him from simply finishing the job and moving on.
Maybe the hard-bodied hitman just can’t wrap his mind around the fact that the first woman to set his soul on fire is a common criminal. The only thing Sam can do is keep her close. An easy enough task—if Sam doesn’t do something stupid. Like fall in love with the bombshell he was sent to kill….
Excerpt
Jamie swallowed as her gaze met his and held. She’d always thought the saying there was something about him that I couldn’t resist was utterly pathetic, and yet, that was exactly how she felt right now as they stared at each other.
It seemed like this Jack Daniels guy had a temporary spell over her. His dark eyes, glowing amber in the firelight, held her in their grip. A slow, sexy grin curved his full lips.
An exciting thrill rushed through her at the sudden and unexpected urge to step outside into the darkness and let him kiss her under the stars.
Wow. She released a shuddering breath as her stomach cinched just from looking at him. Want a drink? Hmm? Monty smacked her shoulder, ripping her away from her heated thoughts. She blinked up at him. What?
I asked if you wanted a drink. But by the look on your face, maybe you’ve had a few already. Her cheeks burned as she elbowed him in the ribs. Shut up. She gathered her wits and walked away from him, making her way around the small counter they used for an open bar, made of hand-peeled logs from the property.
Oddly enough, she chose Jack and Coke for her evening beverage. What she really needed was that wild encounter outside. She drank the whole thing down in under a minute, ignoring the quizzical glance from Monty. As she poured a second, an intoxicating scent of vanilla and spice assaulted her senses.
So we meet again. That voice did something to every tiny hair on her body. It rung smooth and deep like the narrator of a nature documentary—the kind with mating animals. Her heart thudded hard.
When she looked up, Jamie knew it would be the mystery stud with a fake-sounding name. It had to be fake, or maybe she just watched too many suspense movies lately, having no cable out here.
You’re not wet any more, he murmured. Is he talking dirty to me, or is he just being friendly? That sexy grin wreaked havoc on her nerves. She didn’t know how to respond. She’d had her flings in the past, but none of those men talked to her as if she should be petted and licked and plucked for hours.
Or maybe she was too drunk or stoned back then to remember a man making her feel so flushed. Now she saw him up close, and he had the kind of features that made women automatically feel good.
His skin was light brown, his lips perfectly generous, framed by a thick and curly black beard. The tight black curls of his short hair spoke subtly of his mixed heritage as well. He had a sexy, hard-bodied look that could easily grace the cover of a sports magazine.
His biceps practically ripped out of the sleeves of his blood-red T-shirt—the color accentuating his complexion as if a fashion guru had picked the shirt for that purpose.
Jamie sucked in a sharp breath. Her instant attraction could be sealed in an envelope. She blushed as his bold gaze swept over her. He studied her so intently it made a hot ache bloom between her legs.
Embarrassed, she averted her gaze and looked back down at her drink as the corner of her mouth twitched. Maybe she should’ve made a double. But she couldn’t help a flirty response of her own.
As Jamie stirred her drink, she forced herself to look back up and reply, Such a shame I’m not wet anymore. Her nerves skipped to life as he chuckled and eased against the counter on one elbow, his back facing the rest of the crowd.
Apparently he didn’t care to be a part of the festivities. Being wet is much more exciting than being dry.
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The Series
Action/adventure Erotic Romance
Warning: Bad boys, bad language, drugs, violence...and all with a happy ending.
These stories are best read in order.
Shady Grace makes Northern Ontario her home, where the bush is so thick you can't see two feet past the tree line. Perhaps the mystery of the woods was what initially sparked her need to write. She adores strong alpha males who fall for fiery, independent women, in settings with humorous dialogue and action-filled plots.
Shady believes love and sex should be exciting and unforgettable. Being able to write about it is better than cheesecake. Shady Grace is the new pen name of multi-published erotic author BL Bonita, who earned a starred review from Publishers Weekly for Dark Sun Rising.
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