Welcome to MY SEXY SATURDAY and this week we're all about town! Which fits in nicely with my new release MOBSTER set between NYC and Chicago.
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When the shit hits the fan, Beth Rammada has no choice but to get the hell out of Chicago. Her family are sinking fast and she's at risk of being used as bait to hurt her father.
But living on the streets of New York is no walk in the park, until that is, she's taken under the rather dubious wing of Roper Hermanus. He's rough and tough and likes it kinky, or so he says. But should she stick around and help her sexy new friend turn a few tricks? Or should she be running for the hills?
As their journey reveals secrets, Beth falls for the man who's shown her a new side to her erotic self. It seems their demons are compatible, they understand the underworld, extortion and blackmail is their currency.
Until that is the biggest secret of all has to be announced to their families. Will Beth's life ever be the same again? Does she want it to be? And will her mobster lover be there when she needs him most?
“You shouldn’t be alone, not if you’ve been shot.” She pressed her back to the wood of the door, wondering if maybe she should make her escape. But damn, he looked hot when he was mad and shot and staring at her like that. She didn’t want to go anywhere. “You might need me.”
“What you gonna do? Give me another blowjob to make me feel better?”
She didn’t answer.
He stepped closer. “Well?”
Reaching out, she pushed his jacket from his shoulders and slipped it down his arms.
He drew in a sharp breath and wrinkled his nose as it went past his wound.
“Sorry.”
“You will be.”
The jacket fell to the floor.
There was a tear in his sweater exposing a bloody gash. Beth had seen enough to know the bullet had grazed him and not embedded itself. “Wrecked your sweater,” she said, relieved the wound wouldn’t take much patching up.
He took a hold of his sweater and peeled it up and over his head, exposing his wide chest coated with dark hair.
Damn, why did he have to be so fucked-up gorgeous and, heaven help her, so utterly masculine. She hadn’t known what a turn-on she’d find a mannish body like his, but jeez, she wouldn’t mind getting acquainted with him some more.
“You’re playing with fire,” he said, ignoring the gash on his arm and pressing his palms to the door on either side of her head.
“I’m not playing at anything.” She was breathing fast, her nipples tight, a tug pulling at her pelvis. What the hell would Roper be like to fuck? And how did he manage to consume her every thought when he was close?
“Yeah, you are,” he said quietly.
She swallowed and stared up at him. He filled her vision. Damn, she wanted him. “How am I?”
“You’re looking at me like you want a good fuck,” he murmured, “and that’s a dangerous thing to do when I’m around, baby.”
She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Maybe I do.”
Hot! Great tease.
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