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Holding Her Close
{Mended Hearts #2}
by
{Mended Hearts #2}
by
Lexi Ryan
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Genre: Romantic Suspense, Stand-Alone Novel
Release Date: January 19, 2016
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~ Synopsis ~
HOLD YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE...AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER.
She's
everything he detests about Hollywood.
After
spending my entire acting career being cast as the airhead, I finally have the
serious role I've been dying for, and I screw it all up during a four martini
dinner with my ex. Now, thanks to the morality clause in my contract, I might
lose the role of a lifetime. My only hope is to convince the media (and my
eccentrically conservative director) that I've entered a committed
relationship. But when I use my brother's costume party to launch Operation
Fake Fiancé, I end up in front of the camera with the wrong guy, leaving my
reputation—and the fate of my career—at his mercy. Any other guy I could sweet
talk into playing the supporting role I need, but not Officer Cade Watts. Not
the man who hates everything about me. Not the man who would most revel in
seeing me fail.
He's
everything she needs.
I
don't care how good it felt to have her in my arms. I don't care that I can't
close my eyes without remembering the way she tastes or the sound of her moan.
I want nothing to do with Janelle Crane. Her scheme to fake an engagement to
save her own career is exactly the kind of manipulative Hollywood crap I left
LA to escape. But when her fan mail turns threatening and the tragedies
befalling her former co-stars seem to be anything but coincidence, everything changes.
Now I don't just want to play the part of Janelle's fake fiancé, I demand it. I
won't let my jaded heart cost me another case. I may not trust Janelle but I do
care, and the only way I know she's safe is if I'm holding her close.
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“Why are you so angry with me?” I link my hands behind
his neck. “You’re always so angry
with me.”
“Are you fucking
kidding me?”
Rising onto my
toes, I position my mouth by his ear. “No one’s going to believe you’re my
boyfriend if you hold me like you’re afraid you might catch something.”
One second we’re
standing there, barely moving on the dance floor. The next, he’s spinning me around,
and I’m trapped between his body and the wall. He has one hand at my neck, the
other at my waist, one thick thigh between my legs.
“You wanna know why
I’m angry?” He presses closer. My
already-short skirt hikes higher up my hips, and I’m treated to the delicious
pressure of his thigh pressing into the lace of my panties. “Maybe because
you’re reckless. Selfish. Immature. Maybe because for the last three hours
you’ve been boozing it up with your buddies while I was picturing you bound and
helpless to some obsessive maniac.”
Before I can reply,
his mouth is on mine. This isn’t like the seductive kisses we shared on our
first night together, and it lacks the tenderness of the kiss he gave me at the
station. This kiss matches his mood. It’s hot and angry. Demanding and
possessive. This is the kiss of a man who very well could throw his woman over
his shoulder and drag her home. The kiss of a man whose woman would relish such
treatment.
I shouldn’t be that
woman. I shouldn’t even pretend to be
her. But should has nothing to do
with the way I open my mouth and slip my tongue inside to taste him. Should has nothing to do with me
shifting my stance, lifting one knee to give his thigh better access to my
aching center. When Cade touches me, should
goes out the window and is replaced by must.
I must pull him closer. I must learn how his neck tastes. I must dissolve into his kiss until the
world disappears. Then even must falls
away and I am nothing but this ache where need becomes pleasure and pleasure
becomes need. He called me reckless, and right now I am. With him, that’s what
I become.
When he tears his
mouth from mine, I gasp at the loss.
“Is that better?”
he asks, rubbing his face against my neck and marking me with his stubble. “If
I hold you like this.” The hand at my waist slides down until he’s cupping my
ass. “Touch you like this.” The hand on my neck dips to skim the tops of my
breasts. “Would that be enough?” He opens his mouth against my neck and sucks.
Hard. “What’s it going to take to get you to listen to me?”
See where it all began......
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About the Author ~
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling romance novelist Lexi Ryan is a former
college English professor turned full-time writer. She lives in rural Indiana
with her husband and two children. When not writing, she can be found enjoying
yoga, reading copiously, hanging out with her family, and thanking her lucky
stars.
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