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JACK IRONS
The Departure by Emmett Ford (The Jack Irons Series, Book Six)
Catalina was frozen, staring across the Whispering Gallery at him. The red-haired man with the scar had one arm gripped tight around her waist and a gun to her head.
Jack wanted to know what Catalina was going to say. He would find out. But he’d have to kill yet another man first. He just didn’t know how he was going to do it yet.
Trouble. This woman was endlessly troubling. Even now, with a gun to her head, she was beautiful. Even now, as he was aiming his pistol at the man who held her captive, he could not take his eyes off the outline of those nipples beneath her blouse. They were mesmerizing—even from thirty feet away—pointing right at him. He wanted to kill that man and every fucking thing that got between him and Catalina’s gorgeous, delicious, pink—
* * *
Oh, for shit’s sake.
Really?
Does this woman not own a bra?
Why are you wasting my time, man?
Why are you wasting your time?
Just go to the fucking diner, Professor. We both know you aren’t going to get any real work done until you see her. Put me out of my misery. Put your dick out of its misery. Put that beautiful twenty-five-year-old woman out of her misery. Go find her at the diner and take her straight to Pound Town. For one night only. Or for every night. What the hell. No one has to know. It will be good for both of you. It’ll be hot for both of you. You need sex. She likes sex. She told you. She hasn’t been getting any since she moved to New York. You’d be doing both of yourselves a favor—she’s not going to tell anyone. She’s a smart woman. She’s not crazy.
She wants you.
You want her.
How much longer do you think she’ll wait for you? There are at least a million guys in this town who would give her what she wants at any given time. And she deserves it.
Do you really think your dad’s respect is worth more than everything you could have with Fiona?
This is about so much more than inspiration.
It might even be about more than hot sex.
This is your life.
This may be your last chance at happiness.
But more importantly—get your hands on those tits. You’ve got a deadline, and I can’t take any more of this shit.
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WILLIAM DEXTER
Lording Them over Him by Fiona Walker
All eyes were on William Dexter as he entered the salon, but William only had eyes for Lucy Finch. He knew precisely where he would find the girl—in a corner, scribbling in her notebook. He had also come to expect a greeting from her two constant, gregarious little companions. Even through the fabric of her usual modest attire, they made their presence known. However, tonight he was stunned to find the neckline of her gown to be rather scandalous. This private affair was for artists of the libertine sort and most of the other women in this house were either scantily clad or completely nude, but William would not have another man catch sight of his secret love’s lady parts.
“Lucy!” he growled. As he loomed over her, the direct view of her ample bosom aroused as much as it infuriated him.
“Lord Camden…” Her manner was calm. She smirked and did not lift her gaze from her notebook. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“You must cover yourself up at once.”
“Oh, must I?” She straightened her posture, jutting her chest out while innocently pulling up her skirt to reveal the most gorgeous legs William had ever seen. “Which part would you like me to cover up?” She batted her eyelashes as she lifted the hem of her skirt to conceal her décolletage.
