Up in Smoke
by Natalie E. Wrye
(Kisses and Crimes, #2)
Publication date: February 27th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
by Natalie E. Wrye
(Kisses and Crimes, #2)
Publication date: February 27th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Synopsis:
Rules were made to be broken. Until I broke the wrong ones…
***Jackson Reed knew the only thing harder than his head was the insatiable one between his legs.
Sandwiched somewhere between following the law and his own instincts, he made up his own rules in the game of “private investigations”: his sacred version of the Holy Trinity.
Sex.
Career.
And more sex.
Career.
And more sex.
He towed the delicate line between the “three” until Penelope
Castalano—a former flame he equated to the plague—re-enters his life…and
obliterates it.
Fresh from Paris, his best friend’s attorney breaks the only deal
they’ve ever made, sauntering back onto the Manhattan scene at a costume
party with more to hide than just her face.
And now one fugitive best friend and two broken promises will ignite a new Holy Trinity in Jackson’s hazardous life.
Caught in the midst of a government coverup that compromises
everything he’s ever cared for, Jackson will discover that certain
scandals never die.
Only their victims do.
And he’d better make damn sure that he and Penelope aren’t next…
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AUTHOR BIO:
Natalie
Wrye is a tequila connoisseur, Game of Thrones addict and author best
known for writing page-turning romantic mysteries and thrillers. A fan
of the beautifully polarizing anti-hero, she crafts sexy stories about
hard-bodied, complex men and the strong-willed women who crave them.
Find her, stalk her, take a disgusting shot with her at any one of the following:
I couldn’t breathe.
And it wasn’t from
nervousness. Not from fear or anxiety or even the all-consuming dread that I
felt the minute I heard sounds around me.
I couldn’t breathe because
someone was quietly crushing my windpipe.
I thought the coast was
clear. I walked back into the center of the room and into a pair of hands that
were as strong as the Jaws of Life. A voice, barely more audible than a breeze,
washed in heavy breaths across my frightened face.
The breaths were cool,
disturbingly even, and had a sweet smell tinged with the scent of whiskey.
Surprisingly pleasant, it was the only thing my terrified mind could process.
Maybe because I knew that it
would be the last thing my brain
would ever remember…
I tried to speak, but the
sound of my voice died in my throat.
The man let go of my neck,
and embarrassingly I sputtered. It was actually easier to catch my breath than
I expected, like a faucet of air had been turned on within my lungs.
I breathed deeply as I tried
to take a step backwards, and I wondered just who the hell this man was to have
done what he had done. And though I couldn’t see his eyes… I knew he was
silently daring me to even think
about walking away from him.
And was that… was that a Bat suit that he was wearing…?
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