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She took a deep breath. “Isaac, are you sure - really sure - that you want to pay the rescue’s debt? Because -”

“Ms. Abrams, if you ask me one more time if I’m sure about paying off the rescue’s debt, I will take you upstairs and do very naughty things to you.”

“How naughty? Be specific,” she said.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear. Heat immediately pooled in her core, and she licked her lips before giving him a wicked grin. “Are you sure you want to pay off the rescue’s debt?”

With a delicious growl, he picked her up and carried her toward the stairs. “You, Ms. Abrams, are trouble with a capital T.”

She kissed him, then smiled sweetly at him. “I love you, Isaac.”

“I love you, Rayna.”

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WICKED HARMONY EXCERPT

(BOOK SEVEN, HARMONY FALLS)

Copyright © 2025 Elizabeth Kelly

“You really don’t have to come inside to help.” Nola smiled at Nix as he unlocked Crimson Tattoo’s front door. “It’s just a few scrapes.”

“Your elbow is still bleeding.” Nix pointed to the fresh blood that had bloomed through the tissue she held against it. “And you’re unsteady on your feet. I don’t want you falling again.”

Because you’re drunk, Nola! Because you indulged in the sin of alcohol. You’re a wicked, wicked girl!

“I’ve had too much to drink,” she informed Nix before clapping her hand over her mouth. Why was she admitting her sin to him?

A small grin crossed his face. “Yes, you have.”

He guided her across the tattoo shop with a big hand at the small of her back. Her pulse immediately went haywire at even that innocent touch.

Or maybe it was because Nix was about to be in her bedroom.

Not your bedroom. Your apartment, Nola. Get your mind out of the gutter. Just because Nix is about to see your bed doesn’t mean anything will happen.

Probably not, but she still had butterflies crashing and careening through her belly at the thought of Nix being near her bed. Already, her nipples were hardening, and her core was starting to throb with a familiar heavy ache.

She grimaced inwardly. Abraham had been right about her. She was a sexual deviant. What kind of woman became aroused just because a man touched her lower back? Or because in a few moments, he would be close enough to her bed that she could theoretically push him onto it, straddle his big body and –

Nola!

She realized with a jolt that Nix was steering her not toward the back of the shop but to his tattoo station. He stopped in front of the bed and patted it. “Sit down.”

She ignored the pointless disappointment swooping in. Nothing would have happened even if Nix had gone upstairs to her bedroom – apartment. Nothing at all.

The tattoo bed was raised to its highest position. She was too drunk even to attempt to hop onto it, but before she could ask Nix to lower it, those big hands gripped her hips. He lifted her in an easy, smooth motion and set her on the bed.

She stared wide-eyed at him, her pulse immediately going haywire again. “Thank you. I was much too drunk to climb up there. I would have fallen on my face.”

Another small smile that warmed her faster than the alcohol had. “You’re welcome. Stay here, okay? Don’t try to get off the bed.”

“I won’t,” she said as he walked toward the back of the shop. “I’m too drunk! I would fall.”

Nix disappeared into the bathroom and returned with the first aid kit. He sat it on the bed beside her and rummaged through it as she said, “I had two margaritas, and Wren and I did three shots. Three! They were blue. I liked the margaritas, but I didn’t like the shots. They tasted funny. I don’t even know what they were. Did I tell you they were blue?”

“You did,” he said as he tore open an antiseptic pad. “This will sting.”

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