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Trev’s heart expanded until he thought it might burst. “Ah, sweetheart, you have to know I love you enough to bet all my chips on you.”
“I love you too,” Max agreed instantly. “Hell, Gracie, with you in our lives, Trev and I will win every damn hand.”
Grace’s grin lit up the room. “So I love you two, you two love me, you love each other, and we’re going shopping for a bigger bed tomorrow. Tell me, Max, is there any reason in this entire world not to move in with Trev and me?”
Max studied her face for the longest time before he finally shook his head. “Not a single one I can think of.”
Trev’s heart lurched. “Does this mean… You’ll come live here? In the house?”
“Honestly?” Max asked.
Trev nodded. So did Grace.
“There is no place I’d rather live.” The insecurity in his eyes vanished. All Trev could see now was love shining from his gaze. Love, happiness and excitement.
“Then from this moment on, consider this house your home.” Trev leaned forward and planted a huge, mushy, celebratory kiss on his cheek. Then he planted a huge mushy kiss on Grace’s cheek. Then Grace kissed Max’s cheek. And Max kissed Trev. And Grace. But not on the cheek.
And then no one spoke again for a very, very long time.
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Raising the Stakes
© 2010 Jess Dee
Three of a Kind, Book 2
After four years, Megan Loxley has given up waiting for her best friend, Desmond Reed, to realize she loves him. It’s time to move on. When Des introduces her to his poker buddy, Alex Truman, the instantaneous sparks that flare between them signal her life is about to change forever.
Des could kick himself. How could he have failed to notice the perfect woman was by his side all this time? Now it’s too damn late. And her innocent prodding about why he’s suddenly so distant is only making his hunger for her worse. Then she gets one step too close—and his self-restraint snaps.
Stunned, bewildered, furious, Meg can’t help but respond to the kisses for which she waited so long. God help her, she loves Des. And Alex, too. Immeasurably. Now what?
It may make her the greediest woman alive, but she’s determined to win the next hand—even if she has to change the game a little. First step: state her wildly sexy proposition in a language both men will understand…and hope they’ll stick around and play by her rules.
Warning, If you’re looking for a cool game of poker, you won’t find it here. This novella is so hot the cards are still smoking. The heroine may be new to the game, but she knows exactly how to play her two kings.
Enjoy the following excerpt for
Raising the Stakes:
Megan stood in the doorway.
She was a mess.
Her hair stood in disarray, her dress was crumpled. Tears streaked down her scarlet cheeks and her gaze was wild, a mixture of horror, confusion and despair.
“Alex…” His name was a guttural moan.
He bolted off the chair. His knees jerked as he straightened. Warning prickles tapped at his spine. What the…
She launched herself at him, her words tumbling from her mouth as she threw her arms around him. “Alex. I’m so sorry. God, so sorry. I didn’t mean for… Please, you have to know I love you. Have to believe it. I do, I love you.”
Before he had a chance to answer, she kissed him. Her lips begged his for a response, pleaded for his forgiveness. For what?
He stood immobile, his arms suspended in the air. Did he hold her, hug her? Did he kiss her back?
God, how could he not?
“I love you, Al. I swear.” Her mouth was frenetic.
He couldn’t help himself. He kissed her, drowned in the pleasure her mouth evoked, even as her apology worried the back of his mind. He held her waist, pulling her closer. Her skin was hot to the touch, burning, and her nipples were hard points against his chest. This was Megan at her most aroused. A woman unable to step away from the spiral of hunger that whirled within her. A woman who wanted and needed and desired. This was a Megan he recognized. A woman half-sated sexually and half-mad with need.
The half-mad with need he could deal with, he could resolve. The sexual satiation? It made him want to fucking murder someone.
“
No
!”
The roar came from behind Megan. She twirled around in his arms.
“You don’t get to do that with him.” Des’s protest bellowed through the room. “Not after what you just did with me.”
“Des.” Megan’s cry ripped through Alex’s heart. She pulled away from him and stepped into the other man’s embrace.
Des’s fury and Megan’s response to it rendered Alex momentarily immobile. Shaken, he gawked as Des crushed his lips over Megan’s. Even more astounding was Megan’s response. She gave an animalistic moan and kissed him right back.
Holy fuck, this is not happening.
Yes, it was. The woman he loved kissed the man she loved.
Fuck. Fuck, double fuck and cluster fuck. Fuck, fuck,
fuck
.
Alex acted on instinct. He wound his arms around Megan’s waist and tugged her away from Des, pulling her across the room, her back plastered to his front. She went with him willingly.
Des glowered at him.
“Fuck you,” Alex spat at him and spun Megan around. “You. Are. Mine!” That was all he said before he claimed her back, kissing her so thoroughly she couldn’t possibly doubt his words.
“I am. I’m yours.” Megan’s hands were on his back, shoving his T-shirt up. Her fingers clawed at his flesh. He’d have scratch marks there tomorrow, but he didn’t give a shit. Her hands belonged on his body, his flesh. Not Des’s.
He kissed her harder, and she clutched him tighter, digging her nails in deeper.
She tore at his shirt. “Off,” she demanded. “Get it off.”
This was Megan at her sexual peak. She was hunger and lust all wrapped up in one, and Alex would never, could never, deny her.
He ripped off the offending material.
The action cost him. By the time his shirt landed on the floor, Megan was gone. She’d stepped freely back into Des’s arms and was kissing him, groaning into the fucker’s mouth. Buttons flew across the room as she ripped at his shirt.
Bastard.
Des didn’t have to break the kiss to get his shirt off. He just shrugged it over his shoulders.
If Alex followed through on his gut impulse now and yanked Megan out of Des’s hold, he’d hurt her. His need for her and his fury at Des would compel him to act with brute force. No matter how fucking mad he was with jealousy, he would not harm Megan. Not for anything. Ever.
Even if she had voluntarily kissed another man. Not just any other man—the one she’d professed to love for four fucking years.
Shoving back every natural instinct he had to haul Megan away from Des, he took two careful, shaky steps forward. He’d give her the choice. He’d let her decide. His groin pushed against Megan’s butt and his chest pillowed her back. No anger, no aggression. He would not harm her.
“I’m right behind you, baby,” he whispered. “Just turn around and you’ll find me.”
Megan stilled.
“That’s it, sweetness. Look at me. Turn around and look at me.”
Slowly, so slowly Alex thought she’d never bloody finish, Megan released Des and turned to him. She stared up into his eyes. Her pupils were huge, dilated with desire. The tears from minutes ago had all dried. And there, swirling in the midst of her startling green eyes was a determination Alex had never seen before.
“Al!” Her smile left him dazed and gulping for air.
“Yeah, baby. It’s me.” His heart pummeled his ribs.
“Alex.” She sounded out his name, articulating every letter, telling him clearly she was not mistaking him for Des in any way. “I love you.”
So why the fuck are you letting
him
touch you?
“I love you too, baby.”
“I know.” Her smile grew. “Kiss me,” she said, and he did, tunneling his fingers in her hair.
He kissed her with every bit of love he felt, until she purred in his arms and writhed against his aching cock. It was almost perfect. Almost. Except for the man behind her. The shirtless, seething man who stared daggers at Alex.
How could Alex possibly sport a massive fucking erection when the biggest threat in his life, his good friend and mortal enemy, stood less than a meter away, plotting ways to murder him and grab his girl?
Megan rubbed against him, caressing his chest with her breasts and grinding her pussy on his cock, making the ache and the desire all the more unbearable. Soft noises escaped her throat, gluttonous groans and mesmerizing moans.
When he could bear the tension no more, Alex raised his head and, without releasing Megan, looked at Des. “She’s mine.”
Des’s expression blackened.
“Al, wait—” Megan began.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t stop now, not even for her. This needed to be said. “You had four years to claim her,” Alex notified Des. “You didn’t. I’m not giving her up now.”
Megan nipped her way up his neck until her mouth found his. “Good,” she whispered. “I never want you to give me up.”
She kissed him. Slipped her tongue in his mouth and demanded a response. Alex was a goner. He responded, kissing her back even as he silently challenged Des with his gaze. But he could not possibly keep his eyes open when her hand landed on his pants, closing over his erection. His cock jumped at the contact and he groaned out loud.
“I’m here too, Meggy-mine.”
The whisper wasn’t meant for him, but damn it, he heard Des’s words loud and clear. The asshole was employing the same tactics Alex had used just minutes ago.
Megan did not release his lips, but her tongue ceased its sinful exploration of his mouth.
“I’ve been here all along,” Des said. “Just too damn blind to see what was in front of me.”
Fuck! The very thing Alex had dreaded was now a reality.
Her lips parted from his, making him ache.
“If you want Alex, tell me now,” Des said. “I’ll walk away. I’ll leave you alone.”
Alex glared at him through narrowed eyes. Fucking hero. Alex would never have the courage to walk away from her.
Des’s mouth was beside Megan’s ear, his hand on her neck. “I love you, Meggy, but if you want Alex, I’ll step aside.”
Can their love give her the strength to overcome the tragedy in her past?
Colters’ Lady
© 2010 Maya Banks
Colters’ Legacy, Book 2
When police officer Seth Colter sees the delicate, shabbily dressed beauty in line at the soup kitchen where he’s serving, he’s gut shot over the idea of her being on the streets cold and alone. More baffling is the dark, possessive instinct that tells him she belongs to him.
For Lily Weston, home is a secluded nook in a back alley—until Seth offers her a place to stay. She’s wary of his offer, but even one night out of the cold is too much temptation to resist.
Seth is convinced Lily is his. The problem is, when his brothers lay eyes on her, the same primitive instinct comes roaring to the surface. The Colters never imagined they’d follow the unconventional path of their fathers, but they can’t ignore their mutual need to offer Lily their protection—and their love. But before Lily and the brothers can forge a future together, they must heal the deep wounds of her past.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, multiple partners, ménage a quatre, violence.
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Colters’ Lady:
Michael’s gaze was drawn to the kitchen entrance where he was astonished to see a woman standing in the doorway. She was dressed in what looked like a pair of Callie’s old pajamas. Her eyes were wide with…fear? She looked anxious, and she stared at Michael like she was afraid he was going to jump up and pounce.
An eerie sensation niggled his nape and snaked down his spine, spreading like wildfire. What the hell? He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She had the most stunning blue eyes he’d ever seen on a woman. Her hair fell over her ears and to her chin in soft curls. She looked…enchanting, like some delicate fairy come to life.
And what the fuck was he doing sitting here mooning on about goddamn fairies? Jesus on an eggshell but he was losing his ever-loving mind.
He was starting to think stupid things, like he’d do anything at all to remove the fear from her gaze. He wanted to protect her.
And she was coming out of his brother’s bedroom. Or at least from that general vicinity.
“S-Seth?” she asked in a wavery voice. But before Seth could respond, she said, “I should go. I need to go.”
Her voice was whisper soft, and before he could catch himself, Michael was on his feet—to do what? Keep her from going?
He forced himself to stand there while Seth hurried toward the woman.
“Lily, no,” Seth said in a soft, urgent voice as he took her shoulders in his hands.
So Lily was her name. Michael watched as Lily skittered away from Seth’s grasp, her eyes darting toward Michael as she did.
“Honey, it’s only Michael. My brother Michael. Remember, I told you all about him last night?”
“The vet,” she said in a husky voice.
“Yes, that’s right. He just started his practice back home.”
“I should go,” she said again, and Michael saw her edge toward the hallway that led to the bedroom.