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Books We Love
Amazon
Books We Love
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Books We Love
ISBN-10: 1732430X
Type: Fiction
Pages: 303
Copyright: August, 2017
ISBN-13: 978177324303
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
In a case of hidden identities, murder and high stakes poker, can Max and Abby take a gamble that love will be the winning hand?
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Maxwell Grant, federal investigator, feels it his duty to look after the fairer sex. Abigail O’Brien, who is searching for independence after reading the works of such suffragists as Susan B. Anthony and Kate Nye-Starr, feels a career and love are incompatible. Her feisty independence attracts Max even when he has to continually rescue her from trouble.
Excerpt
His hair was tousled and a curl hung over his forehead. His mouth was opened slightly, and she wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. One arm was flung above his head, the other hand rested on his chest. His bare chest.
“Oh, my.” The words had barely slipped from her lips when she found herself swung into the air then pinned on the narrow berth between the wall and Max. She gazed into stormy blue eyes, her heart thumping and her breathing fast. He lay half over her, and even through layers of clothes, she felt his heat. Incredible, throbbing heat.
“Don’t ever sneak up on me.” The low, throaty threat raised goose bumps on her arms.
“I—” Her words stuck in her throat when she saw the glint of light off his revolver. She took a shaky breath, her chest pushing against his.
“Damn,” he swore softly. She heard the click of the hammer being safely released, then felt Max lean across her to put the gun somewhere above their heads.
“I…I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered against his throat. Now that her surprise at being bodily lifted off the floor and into his bed had passed, she was becoming aware of other sensations. A hint of cologne hung in the air between them. His weight pressed against her. Most prominent, though, was a tingly feeling low in her body that something monumental was about to happen and a panicky desire not to miss it.
She wiggled, not sure she liked her body’s reaction. He groaned. She turned her head to speak and her lips brushed his throat. She felt his pulse jump and innately knew she caused it. Liquid warmth flowed through her when he sucked in a breath.
“Abby,” he breathed her name.
She wasn’t experienced enough to know whether it was an admonishment or a plea. Then it was too late. Firm lips touched her cheek with a kiss; rough whiskers abraded her skin. His breath was hot and he didn’t stop until he kissed the corner of her mouth. One more feathery touch and his lips captured hers. The intensity with which he took possession of her was frightening, and Abby seriously questioned her foolish curiosity.
He swore, raising his head to gaze at her. “You play a dangerous game, Abby, and most probably one for which you don’t even know the rules.” Although he lectured her, he made no move to distance himself.
“Susan Anthony never said anything about a kiss or two breaking the rules.”
“Hell and damnation.” His muttered curse heated the already steaming air between them before he kissed her again.
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