Two girls are thrown together by circumstance during turbulent times, falling in love is the last things on their minds.
What happens when one falls for the sexy building owner and the other falls for a returned veteran?
Will their ideals and opinions come between them?
Will steamy loving be enough?
Jack’s eyes drooped. Rosy watched as he seemed to be spirited away back to the War.
“I will never forget one little girl, Binh Lue. She lived with her grandparents in a village in the Que Son Mountains. She was about four or five. She was so sad, wouldn’t come to us the way the other kids did. It took me a week of gentle persuasion before she would come and sit on my lap by the fire and listen to the men playing handmade wooden instruments.”
Jack gazed deep into Rosy’s eyes. “You would have loved her. She was tiny with a little button nose and the bluest eyes.”
“Blue? Is that common?”
“Her father was an American soldier and she had been left in the village to try to protect her from Viet Cong. Trouble was, the bastards were everywhere.” Tears welled in his eyes.
“Clark, Steven and I were on patrol in thick jungle around the village perimeter, about half mile out, when we heard a bomb explode. Viet Cong were bombing the village. By the time we got back there every hut was on fire. It was beyond our control, no-one was left alive. It was a fuckin’ slaughter. We headed back into the jungle with plans to radio our unit the following day. Binh had somehow survived and followed us. We didn’t know until we heard a click. She had stepped on a mine.”
“Oh God.” Rosy’s hand flew to her mouth.
“We raced back towards the sound. Clark and Steven got there first and when Binh saw her friends, she started towards them. We screamed at her to stand still but she couldn’t understand us. The mine exploded and we were all blown into the air with the force. There were only fragments of Binh’s body left and I buried the pieces I could find. I started to drag Clark and Steven back to the village but I could only go a few feet each day before I passed out. I hoped if I got us to the village, some of our unit would eventually come to check why they hadn’t heard from us. I don’t know how long it was before some soldiers found us and we got help.”
Jack began sobbing. Rosy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into her arms. She ran her hands up and down his back and silently grieved with him. She couldn’t begin to understand the horrors he had borne witness to. No wonder the man was troubled by nightmares.
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Verity is saved from a man who left her for dead when she stumbles onto a ranch. An arrow protrudes from the young maidens back. Wyatt is puzzled by who would want to see such a beautiful girl killed.
Jonah’s heart is captured by Lily. A maiden who loves the mountains as much as he does and wants nothing but love for herself.
When a man has no sons, responsibility falls onto the shoulders of his daughter.
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Is it cold where you are? Enjoy a nice steaming cup of chocolate, or tea, or coffee…with a Peppermint Twist – SANTA’S CLAUSE!
Breaking Bad with Santa is so damn good!
Lacey Dalton gave up on Santa Claus a long time ago. Every Christmas Eve she waited like a good girl to see what Santa would bring. He never came. Now she’s in her late twenties and he shows up with a contract! If Lacey signs on the dotted line, anything she wants is hers… if she lets Santa have her for one night.
He promised her, and put it in writing, that she could have a wish granted if she spent one night with him. What could go wrong?
Lacey Dalton held the contract tight in her trembling hand. So sign it already! If she couldn’t trust Santa Claus, who could she trust? Her hesitation came from perusing the jolly man from head to toe. His red velvet suit trimmed in white fur was tattered and worn, for goodness sakes! A shoe-aholic, she almost lost dinner looking at the cheap, scuffed patent leather boots.
Reaching his face, though, she did want to smile at the pouty lips surrounded by a mustache and thick white beard. One thing Lacey hadn’t expected — Santa Claus had beautiful green eyes. Would there be white hair on his chest and around his… Good Lord, don’t think about it. Lacey let her imagination run wild with what this could bring.
She bit back a laugh remembering the times she talked with girlfriends about two-baggers. A two-bagger was a man so ugly he needed two bags to cover his looks. If one broke, the other would surely remain intact! If ever there was the need, it was now. “Anything I wish for?”
She glanced at the contract. “Even a person?” Lacey happened to be an only child, her parents were gone, and there were no aunts, uncles or cousins. She longed to have a boyfriend she could trust, one who would love and cherish her always, and one with which she could begin her own family. The last man cheated on her with anything in a skirt. Her heart had been stolen and broken in two by the time she realized he just wasn’t a good, honest man.
Santa’s eyes really did twinkle. “Any goddamn thing your heart desires.”
“Who delivers the toys if you spend the night with me?” She’d heard a clatter on the roof but she didn’t actually see his sleigh. “Is there really a sleigh full of toys up there?” She peered upward.
“Yeah and it’s pulled by reindeer with big balls. I have Elves who handle the delivery shit, honey.”
Santa had a filthy mouth. “How often have you done this?” She waved the contract at him. “I mean, have others signed the damn thing?”
“Can I speak to them?”
“Anyone who signed your contract.” She grew a wee bit concerned at his avoidance and remembered for the first time she wore only a thin, black, mid-thigh nightgown with tiny matching underwear.
“Time’s running out.” He tilted his head and smiled, which deepened the crinkles around his eyes. “I got other babes on my list.”
“Maybe you should go see them.” Cocky ass! How many others would slip between sheets with a fat man sporting white whiskers and dressed in a raggedy, red Santa suit?
“Don’t let the outfit throw you. I’m rolling in dough.”
“You could give the Pillsbury Doughboy a run for his money.”
That wiped the smile from his face. “You’re a real smart-ass.”
He touched her cheek with a finger and it not only elevated her blood pressure, it caused dampness to settle in the seat of her panties! Jesus, I’m wet for jolly old Saint Nick! Must be the twinkle in his eyes because he sure wasn’t anything to write home about. If this happened, Lacey vowed to go to her deathbed with the dirty deed kept secret. “If you have so much money, why not buy a night with a prostitute?”
“Well, fuck me. You took the ho ho ho way too literally.”
Would you give yourself to a stranger? Gwendolyn Myers never thought about it until she runs into Marcus ‘Bowie’ Ford at the Pink Pussy. A run-down hotel at the edge of town. She’s on the run, but one taste of the sexy biker convinces Gwen that her running days might be over!
“Is there a restaurant or bar around here where I can get something to eat and drink?” I inquired while he was counting out the change. I was exhausted, but I was also starving and hadn’t eaten since early that morning. I glanced around the office until I found a clock. It was just after nine.
“There’s the Red Rooster across the street. It’s a bar but they serve up sandwiches and burgers. They stay open until two.”
Great, I could walk over and get a sandwich. I held my hand out for the change.
“Not your kind of bar.”
The gravelly voice came from the sexy biker behind me, and forced me to turn around and acknowledge him. I had to look a long way up to meet the intensity of his eyes, which were dark and compelling. God damn! The man had trouble written all over him, and a little spark of fear uncurled deep inside my belly warning me to be cautious at how I responded. “Excuse me?” How did he know what kind of bar was my kind of bar?
He crossed his arms over his massive chest. Not an ounce of emotion on his hard, rugged face. “The place caters to the rough crowd.”
His deep and sensual voice sent a ripple of awareness through me that I couldn’t deny. I don’t know where I managed to dredge up a tiny smile, my token thank you for the warning. “I can take care of myself.” My inner voice scoffed and said, yeah, since when?
The biker tilted his head and gave me the slowest up and down look that I’d ever received. His visual caress, when he lingered on my lady parts, cranked my libido up to an uncomfortable heat level. I raised my chin, knowing that it wouldn’t add any height to my five feet seven inch frame. Jesus, everything about this stranger was making me hot. I wanted to groan when I felt my nipples harden right beneath his intense stare. The slightest quirk of his mouth told me that he’d noticed.
His brown gaze gradually continued up my throat, to my face. When I saw his eyes narrow I knew he was noticing the fading bruise on my cheek, which makeup had covered earlier. Was it my imagination that his mouth tightened? Then his eyes locked onto mine.
“Right,” he said.
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“Les, why is your father calling me?”
Shutting her eyes against the dread that settled in her chest, she groaned to herself. She couldn’t open that door. If she did, she’d make a complete fool of herself.
Walking over to the dresser, she checked her phone. Three missed calls and a text. Her father must’ve checked his DNA tracker and realized she was in Hawaii.
Looking at the door, she spoke in a raised voice. “Um, I’m not sure. Why don’t you call him back?”
Jaydan chuckled in the hallway. “You didn’t tell him you were coming to Hawaii, did you?”
Swallowing hard, she gave her chin a determined tilt. “I don’t report my whereabouts to my father. I’m not a child.”
His sardonic chuckle angered her.
Storming over to the door, she told herself she had to remember this. During those smokin’ hot visions, she had to conjure up this memory and the dozens like it she’d experienced in the past.
“Hell princess, you –“
She whipped open the door to arms’ length. Jaydan stood naked in her doorway, save for a pair of gray, athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. Water droplets hung from his dark, wavy hair and dotted his broad shoulders. His arms and shoulders looked huge, the angles and braids of muscle sharp rather than round, the sinew dense and inflexible rather than pliant flesh. His sculpted torso was covered in hard, ridged muscles with a light dusting of dark hair. He smelled of rosewood and jasmine, his copper and gold armbands branding him a masculine god.
Now, she understood his cougar-like grace, his confident saunter. No man on earth could call himself cut as long as Jaydan Rose walked around. He epitomized the term.
His eyes swirled with dark desire, their focus on her chest. Glancing down, she saw her robe gaped open, exposing the cleavage between her breasts.
She should cover herself. Close the door and walk away. Yet, she stood there, allowing him his fill while she took her fill of him. The sensation started deep inside, her mind recalling the vision, her body readying itself for him.
There was more than one way to prove she wasn’t a child.
With a hesitant reach, she feathered her fingers down the ridges of his abdomen. The muscles contracted beneath her touch, rippling behind her caress in a symphony of sensuality.
His half smile made her toes curl, his voice a husky croon. “My turn.”
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Warning: Contains explicit sexual description and BDSM. Strictly for 18+
When his mining magnate parents perish in a helicopter crash, as their only son, he is left a very wealthy man.
He is a Dom on the lookout for a new Sub. This time he wants someone young who he can train.
Gemma Carmichael is a 20 year old Office Worker, the only daughter of a Diplomat. She is a Virgin.
Liam and Gemma meet at a society wedding and sparks begin flying.
Liam resolves to give the gorgeous, but bad tempered girl, a wide berth, until their paths cross again two weeks later.
Will she become the Sub he is searching for?
Gemma stood with her back to the sun. She had chosen to wear a pale blue chiffon, halter neck dress and the sun felt wonderfully warm on her bared back.
“Gemma, are you listening?” Giles Fisher asked?
Gemma had her back to the small group she was with. She was kicking herself for asking Giles to accompany her to her friend, Lynette’s wedding. She hadn’t wanted to attend such an important social occasion unaccompanied but he really was a terrible boor. She had told him time and again she was not interested in anything other than friendship but he persisted in asking her to date.
“I’m sorry, I was…” She stopped mid-sentence as Giles slipped up behind her. His hands slid around her chest and began fondling her breasts. She spun on her heels, propelling her arm forward, clenched fist connected hard with his nose. Giles stepped back sputtering as blood poured down the front of his pale grey Armani suit.
“How dare you!” she screamed. Gemma stomped towards the reception house. Her intention was to apologise to Lynette, and her new husband, before returning home.
“You will pay for that, you tease.” Giles shouted at her back.
She turned her head to unleash her retort. “Stay away from me and keep your filthy hands to yourself.”
In her anger, she failed to watch where she was going and ran headlong into a solid wall. It almost knocked her backwards onto her butt. Large hands locked on her arms in an attempt to steady her.
Gemma’s head had connected with a man’s very broad chest, she felt his well-toned muscles bunch under his suit. A very sensuous cologne wafted over her. She tilted her head back and gazed into the blackest eyes she had ever seen, they were like pools of pure onyx. His hands remained on her arms and he smiled down at her. This man was too handsome and sexy for his own good. A strange thrill raced down her spine.
Gemma pushed back to release herself. “Let me go,” she demanded. Liam immediately released his hold. “Men!” she ranted as she stormed away.
Liam gave Pete and Jack a confused look. “What did I do?”
“Guess you got in the way of an argument between her and her boyfriend.” Jack laughed.
“That’s Gemma Carmichael. She doesn’t have a boyfriend. Giles Fisher has been sniffing around for a while but she told him she wasn’t interested.” Pete elaborated.
Liam watched the petite woman as she stomped her way to the reception house. Her pale blue, gossamer dress floated over her sexy curves and, with the sunlight behind her, not much was left to his imagination. She wore a thong and her ass cheeks rippled with each step she took. Cute backside, wouldn’t mind having that across my knees.
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June Wilson knows first-hand that all is not well. A stolen document threatens to destroy her life. Her quiet, tidy, comfortable 1950s Canberra is no longer safe. With her government appointed guide, Detective Chris Foster, she flees, leaving behind her identity to live in the small town of Palmwoods. Violent murders soon rock the town and suspicious characters with agendas of their own appear. June and Chris soon find themselves involved more deeply than ever imagined.
Will June’s past come back to haunt her? Can Chris and his small team of police save her? And what of treachery much closer to home?
You wouldn’t think that a dingy little bar in the basement of an office block in the middle of dull Canberra could be so interesting. One night I got talking to one of the characters there, named Mick. It turns out Mick was a former SAS soldier. You know, six feet tall, broad, muscular, someone who could be the man of any girls’ dreams. We got talking about keeping fit.
“I can show you a place that’s killed off many a soldier’s ambition to be Special Army (SAS),” he said. They’re never fit enough. It’s not far from here. It’s still Defence Force property and technically out of bounds to civilians.”
“I’d like that. Tomorrow?”
“What? God! You’re keen! Think you could hold off until I finish my drink? Competing with the world’s best, are we?”
“I reckon I could.”
“I don’t think so. You’re a girl!”
“I’m pleased you noticed!”
“Oh, I noticed all right; couldn’t well miss your..er..assets eh?”
Mick’s gaze had more or less been permanently fixed somewhere below my chin.
“Tomorrow morning. Are you game?”
“I’ll be there, girlie. I’ll make a call to get permission.”
Now I got worried. He was still in good condition.
“Done my third tour of duty as a corporal in the SAS just six months ago. Due to return to regular duties in the next few weeks.”
And there he was. Waiting for me at five o’clock next morning.
Not far to the north-east of Canberra, forming part of the rugged slopes of Mount Ainslie and the broken land with its boggy flats nearby, are the remains of a training ground. When the winter winds whipped across the flat plains and whirled like dervishes around the sides of the mountain, the soldiers knew that they would be called out for night drills designed to tax the physical strength of the hardiest among them.
“It’s an obstacle course used by the military to test soldiers of the Strategic Armed Services (SAS). Let’s walk the course before we do anything more.” In the dim light of dawn, we walked, I watched, and I learned.
“I don’t want to be responsible for you goin’ arse over tit down a wombat hole, so keep your eyes skinned, and remember where they are. The wombats have been busy all through this stretch. The corporal in charge of training used to rig dummy explosives to go off as the recruits ran across here. Some of the boys crapped themselves when they first came across Smithy’s little darlings.”
“Now a steep hill just to get the lungs and heart pumping. Next, down the other side to where the course meets a creek crossing. No running through the water. It slows you down and you’re timed throughout. Take too long and you’re out. Back to your regiment! No second chances! Best thing is to get some momentum up and skip from boulder to boulder to reach the other side.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound too bad.”
Mick laughed. “You’re a bit of a joker, eh? The job’s not yet finished. Run like hell for a mile and a half along here through this bog to where you cross the creek again. Then it’s just another two miles to get back to where it all began.”
“I reckon I can do that,” I said. “How deep’s the bog?”
“It varies. Just a slippery surface that’ll put you on your arse quick smart, to knee deep slush in other places. Watch for bubbles and try to avoid the gluey parts. Can you meet the time limit? Can you run it without bustin’ yer gonads?”
“Yes, I reckon I can. Would you like to run it with me?”
“OK, girlie, but we’ll jog it first. Get your mind used to it, OK?”
We jogged and I began to get an idea of the dangers that Mick had pointed out on our walk through. He never seemed to tire and, having cleared the wombat holes, we picked up the pace. I thought skipping across the boulders would be a piece of cake and forged ahead. Only when I was committed did I see that the boulders were angled randomly right to left or away from the direction I was heading. I thought I had nevertheless mastered them when I landed on my backside in the creek. The water was freezing.
“Oh, yeah!” Mick said through his laughter. “I forgot to tell you about that one. It can be cranky at times.”
My clothes were sticking to me like a second skin as I dragged my wet hide out of the creek. Mick’s broad grin told me all I needed to know about him.
“Are you ready to get crackin’?” Mick called as he set off ahead of me on the run to the creek crossing. He was now running very fast, but I knew I was faster. Without warning, his feet flew out from under him and, striving to dodge around him I landed on my face and chest in sticky mud. We struggled on and I caught him a hundred yards before the creek and ran alongside him. Neither of us was feeling any pain as we ran across the finish line together.
“Do you reckon you know the course now?” Mick asked. I noticed he was enjoying the sight of my figure outlined against my wet clothes. “Wanta have another go tomorrow?” he said.
“Tomorrow? Why not now? My clothes are wet and can’t get much wetter? Another go?”
“Not me! I’ll wait here while you go. Try not to crawl along this time. I’ll put the clock onya.”
“OK, old man. Set your clock. I’m off!”
I sprinted until I reached the wombat holes and decreased my pace marginally. I have an excellent memory and recognised immediately when to lengthen and when to shorten my stride. I raced up the steep hill, my heart pounding as I crested the top, but managed to increase my speed when I covered the downhill run. My breaths were becoming easier as I skipped across the creek without mishap and began the long run home. I hurtled at full pace through the mud trap, across the creek and the fields to the starting place where Mick waited.
“Not bad, for a girl, not bad!”
“What was my time?” I asked, but he laughed and held his timepiece out of my reach.
“That’s mean, Mick!”
Suddenly, he became serious. “You did well, June, very well. Just outside the time to qualify for the SAS. You’re a champion runner. That’s for sure!” and he showed me my time. I was chuffed.
“Tomorrow?” he said, and placed his arm around my shoulders. “There’s a good run to be had up near Scrivener Dam if you’re interested. We could have a swim in the Molonglo River later, and finish up with a picnic.”
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Charlotte Campbell is a beautiful 22 year old who has spent her life, since the age of 6, in boarding school in Boston. She has been raised as a lady and taught to keep her nose in the air and her manners impeccable. Neither her mother nor her father wanted her at home and her father didn’t want her at all!
When her mother passes she returns to the family home in Tulsa in the hopes she can stay and care for her father. Her father has other ideas and Charlotte is forced to leave.
When she answers an advertisement as a Governess on a ranch outside Fort Stockton her life becomes all that she’s dreamed until an unwelcome visitor snatches her from the man that she loves.
The race is on for Charlotte to be found before she perishes in a dark cave outside Lambert! Will Harrison find the stuck up governess he has fallen in love with?
“Do ya know where ya luggage is?” Harrison asked Charlotte.
“I have five large trunks that the guard said would be placed in the luggage room to await collection” Charlotte explained.
“Five! Lucky I brought the buckboard then ma’am. Let’s go see if we can find ‘em”
Harrison took Charlotte’s arm by the elbow to lead her to where her trunks should be but Charlotte shook his hand free. “I am quite capable of walking without your help thank you” she told Harrison primly.
Harrison; usually a gentle, easy going man; became annoyed at her attitude. “As ya wish ma’am” he said and strode on ahead. Charlotte had to almost run to keep up and she arrived at the luggage room out of breath.
She noticed her trunks stacked against the wall. “Those are mine” she pointed out as she attempted to catch her breath.
Harrison nodded and, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, he walked over to talk with the porter. “Could ya please ask ya men if they could help me get them five trunks onto me buckboard out front?”
“Certainly sir” the porter replied and called over three of his men.
The trunks were loaded and Harrison gave the porter and his men a few coins for their help before he went in search of Charlotte. He found her sitting on a chair in the far corner of the room and walked over to her.
“Ma’am; if’n ya ready ya luggage is loaded and the buckboard’s out front”
Charlotte nodded and stood up. She noticed Harrison begin to reach out his arm to escort her out to the front but he quickly thought better of it, lowered his arm, and walked out of the building. Charlotte was beginning to regret being so rude.
Charlotte followed Harrison as fast as she could and by the time she got out front she saw him sitting on the seat of the buckboard with the reins in his hands. She walked over and, lifting her skirts, she attempted to climb in. She lifted one leg and bounced on the other but she just couldn’t seem to get her skirts out of the way to get up onto the seat. Before she knew what was happening she lost her balance, and with a loud thud, she landed on her backside in the dust.
Harrison watched with amusement as Charlotte attempted to climb into the buckboard but he knew any offer to help her would probably be rejected so he stayed where he was. When she landed on her backside in the dust; it took all of his control not to burst into laughter. He watched as she sat with a stunned look on her face and then burst into tears.
“Would ya like some help Miss Campbell?” he asked gently.
“Yes please” she sobbed as she sat in the dust. Harrison quickly jumped down from his seat and went to her side. He lifted her up from the ground like she weighed no more than a feather and held her to him as she sobbed.
“I’m sorry Mr Tate. I’m tired, I’m dirty, I’m hungry and I’m scared” Charlotte confessed through her tears.
Harrison pushed her back and looked down into her face. “Let’s get ya to the ranch and ya can have a bath, somethin’ to eat and a sleep” He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. “Ya have nothin’ to be scared of here I promise ya” He took a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping away her tears. “Ya ready to go?”
Charlotte nodded and he lifted her up onto the seat of the waiting buckboard. He climbed in beside her, lifted the reins and set off towards the ranch; Charlotte’s new home.
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Sultry, Steamy Romance
From historical to contemporary, paranormal to cowboys, this collection has something spicy for every taste.
Marlow’s Revenge by KC Vixen:
Marlow will exact a terrible revenge when he meets the woman who ruined his life.
My Destiny by JL Perry:
Will Brooke have to face the dire consequences of her past alone, or can Logan help her?
Playing House by Abi Aiken:
Will the hunk with the ’66 Mustang and taste for boutique coffee become more than a temporary solution for Lucy’s problems?
Sojourn With A Stranger by Keta Diablo:
Penniless and alone, Raine must choose between morality and a very indecent proposal..
Whispered Pleasure by Lacey Roberts:
Will a near tragedy finally open Blake’s eyes, or will he let the luscious Lexie walk away again?
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Complicated Series, Book 2
Contemporary, New Adult, LGBT, M/M, Anal Sex
Navigating college is hard, but not as hard as learning to love and trust.
Kade Evans knew what he wanted to do with his life—write scripts for Hollywood. He’s poured his heart into his work and learning the tricks of the trade, but being only twenty-one he knows he needs experience. How’s a guy supposed to get experience when he’s shy and quiet? The answer might be closer and more forceful than he thinks.
Tony Victor’s goal in life is to make movies. He won’t quit until he’s working on the next blockbuster. First, he’s got to get through college and get the handsome guy from script writing class to notice him. Tony’s never had trouble getting attention, but something about Kade calls to him. Tony’s head says go slow, but his heart is ready to take things to the next level. Will these two find common ground or will the simmering passion between them fall apart when their secrets are revealed?
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Tony bobbed his head to the heavy beat and wandered around his tiny apartment. He needed to say the right thing to Kade. One wrong move and he’d screw everything up even more.
“Hi. We met during class today. I’ve been watching you for the last two months and hoped you’d notice me. You haven’t, so I acted like a jerk in order to grab your attention.” He shook his head. Yeah, that wouldn’t work. “Remember me? I still want to work with you on this project. I’m an ass, but I’ve got my heart in the right place.” No. He’d been thinking with his cock, not his heart.
Tony drummed his fingers on the table, then picked up the telephone. He pressed the numbers for Kade and held his breath. Here goes nothing…
“Hello?” Kade’s voice came across the line. “Who is this?”
“Hi. It’s Tony. I’m in Scriptworks with you.” He balled his fist. “I wanted to talk to you about the project.”
“You do, eh?” Kade sighed. “I’m not interested.”
“Wait. Don’t hang up.” Christ. He hated to be wimpy and beg. “I can do this project without you, but I’d like to talk to you.”
“You stole that book out of my hands.”
“Would you believe I did it in order to get you to talk to me?”
“What? No. I don’t believe you. I’m hanging up now.”
“Don’t.” He closed his eyes. “I’m really trying right now.” And something deep within him ripped in half. “Please?”
Kade said something Tony didn’t understand, then growled. “If I decide to talk this over with you and think about doing this project together, will you give me the book back? I have to get the paper done by next Wednesday.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” Like he’d actually keep the book. He didn’t need a description of Hitchcock’s works. Tony gripped the phone tighter. “Deal. Meet me at Harvard Place in half an hour. I’m in apartment 5-C. I’ll wait in the foyer. Interested?”
Kade didn’t answer for a long time and with each passing moment, Tony’s heart sank. He opened his eyes and began to pace again. If he didn’t get an answer, he’d know the truth. He’d fucked up.
“Okay,” Kade said. “I’ll do this, but only because I want my book.”
“Sweet.” Tony loosened his grip. “See you in half an hour?”
“Yeah.” Kade hung up, leaving Tony in silence.
Tony collapsed on the armchair and exhaled. Kade was coming over. One challenge down. Now he had to convince the hunk to stick around. He swept his gaze over his apartment. Cleaning up would be good. He wanted to make the right impression in order to reach the desired end game—Kade in his bed.