Blurb
It’ll take a tough woman to win this Hard Hart…
Krista Matthews, a hard-headed, hard-fighting rookie cop, is determined to prove herself on the force. It’s not just a man’s world anymore and she'll show them all she’s up to the challenge, even if it means putting up with the advances from her lecherous mentor, Myles Slade. However, Brock is even more stubborn than she is, he’s all male, all alpha—and whether she likes it or not he’s made keeping her safe his number one priority. He doesn't realize she doesn't need protection; she can take of herself and then some.
Brock Hart, bodyguard and retired special operative, has never known anyone like Krista. Ever since their first meeting, when she pulled him over for speeding, he’s been drawn to her. She infuriates him, challenges him, and has gotten under his skin in a way no woman ever has. He’s kept people at arm’s length all his life for good reason, but Krista won’t stand for it. She wants to know everything about him, and that puts him on edge. But one drunken night together changes everything. Their worlds are rocked, and Brock’s quiet, introverted life is threatened forever. Which may be exactly what he needs.
Dirty Excerpt
She
was close, damn close. And then Brock did something unexpected, yet again. The
man was full of surprises. He gripped her by the ponytail, hauled her head back
and up, then lunged at her mouth, capturing her sighs and gasps with his own.
They
came together, finding their release at the same time, connected as the
pleasure unfurled and ripped its way through them. Slashing and shredding
everything in its path until they were limp and boneless, chests heaving.
With a
ringing in her ears and a smile on her face, Krista tucked her nose against the
crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. So manly, so sexy, so strong, so Brock.
Then,
taking another risk, because tonight seemed to be a night for pushing past her
comfort zone, she licked him. He was salty and tasted mildly of soap, and she
wanted more. A whole hell of a lot more.
They
sat there for a while in post-coital silence, allowing their breathing to return
to normal. Their sweaty skin blossomed in gooseflesh as the chill of the house
settled on tired, naked bodies.
“Wow,”
she finally breathed, breaking the silence.
He
grunted in response beneath her, his fingers dancing delicate and divine trails
up her back. For a bossy jackass, he certainly had a sweet side when he wanted
to.
“More
of that for sure.”
Another
grunt.
“Do
you do more than just grunt? How about talk? I mean we’re living together,
having a kid together, and now sleeping together, might as well get to know
each other,” she said with a small laugh. Not even her laugh could force the
virile strength of him from her body. If anything, he was growing harder. Could
he go again? Already?
Brock
cleared his throat, his face a mask of fierce alpha determination. “I fuck.”
Then, without an ounce of warning, he pulled her off him, shoved her back into
the plush couch and was back inside her, making her eyes shut and her entire
body clench around him as she forgot all her questions and thought of nothing
but how good it felt, how good he
felt on top of her. Inside her. Surrounding her.
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