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The Speak Easy Duet
by
Melanie Harlow
Melanie Harlow
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Genre:
Historical Romance
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~ Synopsis ~
It
starts with Speak Easy...
Enzo DiFiore is not a nice guy.
He’s a liar. A cheat. A criminal.
His family kidnapped my father and wants ten grand in ransom from me—next week.
But I can’t keep my hands off him.
Joey Lupo is a criminal too—and just because he’s helping me get the money doesn’t mean I should forgive him for all the dirty tricks he played on me in the past.
But I can’t keep my mind off him.
Me? I’m just a bootlegger with a weakness for whiskey, danger, and a man in a three-piece suit.
But deciding whom to trust isn’t easy in a world where everyone wants something—be it booze, money, power, or sex—and no one cares what it takes to get it.
It continues with Speak Low...
I thought I could leave danger behind.
I couldn’t.
I thought I did the right thing, betraying one man for another.
I didn’t.
I thought I knew what I wanted.
I was wrong.
Now I’m desperate to fix my mistakes before it’s too late and I lose the one thing, the one person, that truly matters to me.
~ Excerpt ~
The guard seated
at the entrance nodded at Enzo and pressed a button, which unlocked the inner
door. To my surprise, after opening it, Enzo followed me into the tiny
vestibule. Then he let the door close, leaving us in the pitch-dark.
Silence.
Adrenaline shot
through me as I waited for him to open the door to the stairwell. Instead, I
heard the slam of a deadbolt.
“You don’t really
want to leave, do you?” His voice was low and lilting.
He’s teasing me. “Yes. I do.”
“Liar.” He moved
closer.
Every inch of my
skin pricked with heat. “Look who’s calling who names. I can think of a few to
call you, you know.”
His body met mine
and he pressed my back into the brick wall. “So do it.”
I dropped my
evening bag to the floor. “Thief.”
He took one wrist
and pinned it above my head.
“Cheat,” I
snarled.
He pinned the
other across the first.
“Bastard.” The
word lashed from my lips just before he kissed me, and I could have sworn it
made him smile.
Out of my mind
with desire, I kissed him hungrily, straining against him, desperate to have my
arms free. But he held my wrists tight, torturing me with deep thrusts of his
tongue between my lips. “Let me go,” I rasped when he dragged his mouth across
my cheek and down my neck.
“Why would I do
that?”
“Because I want to
touch you.”
He paused for a
second before letting my right arm go. The left he kept pinned above my head.
“How’s that?”
Breathing hard, I swept my right hand
up the inside of his leg and smiled—he was hard. I stroked him like I had in
the stairwell, my pulse kicking up as he brought his mouth back to mine.
Determined to have the real thing, I opened his coat, pulled his shirt from his
trousers, and slipped enough buttons through their holes to slide my hand down
against tight, hot skin. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I kept my grasp
loose at first, allowing him to slip easily through my fingers. When I felt his
breath coming harder and faster on my lips, I tightened my grip, further aroused
by his moan of pleasure. His hold on my wrist weakened, and he braced himself
against the wall. I’m doing this. I’m bringing him to this. The surge of
power was intoxicating.
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~ About the Author ~
Melanie Harlow
likes her martinis dry, her lipstick red, and her history with the naughty bits
left in. She lifts her glass to readers and writers from her home near Detroit,
MI.
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