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Tricks
(Take It Off #6)
by
Cambria Hebert
~ Synopsis ~
~ Excerpt ~
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Release Date: February 16, 2014
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Love can play tricks on your heart… After
serving several years in the United States Marine Corps, Sergeant Tucker Patton
decides to hang up his uniform and go to work at a private investigative firm
owned by his buddy. His boxes are packed and he’s got one foot out the door
when a phone call changes everything.
Instead of going to North Carolina, he heads to
New York City to literally step into the life of his twin brother, who died
under suspicious circumstances. But pretending to be someone else isn’t easy.
Especially when the person you’re supposed to be
is wanted dead.
Not only that, but he’s going from being
blissfully single to living with his brother’s woman. An uptight, no-nonsense
lawyer.
Charlotte Rose Carter doesn’t have time for fun
and games. She graduated with honors and made all the right moves fresh out of
college to jumpstart her career as a successful young lawyer. She even snagged
the most eligible bachelor in New York City’s corporate world.
So what if her and Max’s relationship isn’t
burning up the sheets? So what if their life doesn't read like a chapter from a
sizzling romance novel? This is the real world, and in the real world that
stuff is just fantasy.
Until it isn’t.
Suddenly, just the slightest touch or a single
glance from Max has her heart doing somersaults. Suddenly, the lackluster
relationship begins to spark, and Charlotte finds herself tied in a knot of
desire.
But she has no idea about the tricks being
played right under her perky little nose.
~ Excerpt ~
Chapter One – Tucker
My
mouth felt like it was packed with cotton. You know that dry but slightly
sticky feeling? My tongue moved and it brushed against the roof of my mouth,
and the cotton came with it.
I
grunted and opened my eyes, only to immediately shut them again. I wasn’t ready
for morning. Shit, how much did I drink
last night? My body was still heavy with sleep, my limbs not wanting to
cooperate.
One
of my arms was flung wide and I pulled it in to rub a hand over my sleepy face,
hoping it would wake me up a little more. I knew I needed to get up… I just
couldn’t think of the reason.
Something
shifted beside me and I felt the covers lift and drop. The soft sound of
footsteps reached my ears. It wasn’t a something. It was a someone.
I
went home with someone last night.
Opening
my eyes again, I glanced to my left in time to see a woman wearing nothing but
a pink thong step into the adjoining bathroom and quietly close the door. Well,
now I remembered the reason I went home with her.
Her
ass was luscious.
Vague
memories of last night filtered through my hazy, beer-soaked memory of skin
against skin and a low seductive laugh. What was her name again? Veronica?
Violet? Shit, I hadn’t a clue.
Tossing
away the covers, I swung my legs over the side of the mattress and looked down.
I was buck-ass naked. I looked around for my clothes, which were lying in a
pile near the door of the bedroom.
Must have been in a
hurry to get naked. I
smirked. I was always in a hurry to get naked. Especially when I was with a
woman with an ass like that.
I
glanced back at the closed bathroom door as the toilet flushed and the tap
water turned on. That was my cue to leave. I had on my boxers and jeans before
the door opened.
Rushing
out the door with shirt in hand seemed a little immature, so I turned. And,
man, did I get an eyeful. There was no way in hell her boobs were real. They
were too perfect. Large round, creamy globes sat high atop her chest. They gave
way to a flat stomach with a light-reflecting stud in her bellybutton. The pink
thong was still in place but left little to imagination, and her long, tan legs
stretched all the way to the floor.
Her
hair was dark, her features exotic, and her lips were full.
Even
drunk, I had great taste.
I
motioned with my chin, a little what’s up
gesture, and draped my T-shirt over my shoulder.
“Leaving
so soon?” she asked, padding across the carpeting toward me.
I
didn’t even pretend to not look at her chest. Shit, this had been a one-night
stand. She could think I was a dog all she wanted. Hell, she’d be right.
‘Course,
she clearly wasn’t the type of girl to be offended by my wandering eyes. She
walked right up to me, wound her arms around my bare waist, and pressed those
perfect tits right up against my chest. Then she rubbed around like she was a
cat and I was her scratching pole.
“Don’t
you want to stay for breakfast?” she purred.
“Much
as I’d like to, I can’t. Got somewhere to be.”
The
woman whose name might or might not be Veronica pulled back and sashayed her
ass across the room to a wooden nightstand by the bed. She bent at the waist,
giving me the perfect view of said bottom as she scrawled something on a piece
of paper.
I
considered staying longer, but if I did that, she’d think this wasn’t just a
one-night stand. Girls were complicated like that. If our night stretched into
morning, they got ideas. Ideas that maybe they would be the one to capture the
guy no one else could. They would read something more into morning sex than the
sex that occurred late at night when both our tongues tasted of beer.
I
might sleep around, I might like a variety of ladies, but I never gave false
hope where there was none. I might be a dog, but I wasn’t an ass.
Sweet
cheeks (I had to call her something) swayed her hips back across the room and
held out a scrap of paper to me. “Call me,” she said, flipping her hair behind
her shoulder.
I
glanced at her chest one more time, then stuffed the piece of paper in the
front pocket of my jeans.
She
leaned up and pressed her lips to mine, slipping her tongue between. I kissed
her back quickly and then slowly pulled away. Reaching around, I palmed her
ass. “Thanks for last night,” I said and walked out of her bedroom without even
looking back.
By
the front door, I found my shoes and leather jacket and quickly finished
dressing before stepping out into the cold morning air. I wasn’t going to miss
this cold. I was actually looking forward to moving on, trying something new.
A
thin layer of frost covered the windshield on my truck. Instead of getting out
and scraping it, I blasted the heat and let the engine idle, letting it melt on
its own. While I waited, I pulled out the already crumpled piece of paper I was
just given. Smoothing it out, I looked down, my eyes skimming over the number I
was never going to call to look for her name.
I
laughed and crumpled the paper back up and tossed in on the floor of the truck.
Rachel.
Damn.
I hadn’t even been close.
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Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can find out more about Cambria and her work by visiting http://www.cambriahebert.com
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