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nemesis would end up locking up my heart.Believe it or not, running a fertility clinic in Auburn Hill, located right
next to a prison, isn’t the worst thing. Nope, the worst thing is the
infuriatingly sexy warden of the new prison – who doesn’t care that his
newly-released inmates are stopping by my clinic on their way out of town to
make a “deposit” for some quick cash. Sure, it’s his circus, but according to
him, those clowns aren’t his responsibility once they walk out the door.
Until one of them pulls a gun on me in a desperate robbery attempt and I
realize I have to be a little more…ahem…persuasive with the warden. Stumbling
upon him in a compromising position is just the leverage I need, and I’m not
above a little blackmail. Turns out, he’s not above pushing me up against the
door and kissing the hell out of me either.
Adding in ex-lovers, magical goats, scheming mayors, gossiping mail carriers, a
man-hating mother, and nonstop seagull shenanigans makes me realize one thing.
Don’t bank on love developing here in Auburn Hell.
abruptly and whisked the stack of paper off my desk. She slapped one of the
flyers on my chest and walked back toward the door like that was the end of
jail guard and now warden, I was used to people listening to me. I should be
ending the conversation. Other people should jump to do my bidding. This role
reversal was like one of those plastic tags on brand-new clothing that you
accidentally leave in the fabric, causing it to scrape against your skin and
lead to all kinds of irritation.
a man, while also placating her so she didn’t run to our fellow citizens and
complain about me. I was dancing a fine line, but I was willing to two-step if
for no other reason than to make sure Lucille didn’t get away with blackmail.
Not on my watch.
saw the picture right smack dab in the center of the piece of paper.
over a picture of a specimen cup. But upon closer scrutiny, it wasn’t just any
specimen cup. It was my specimen cup. With my goddamn name on it for all the
world to see.
a stress signal. A state of emergency was declared inside my body, flooding my
vision with a bright haze of red. My fingers tingled.
it to the ground. I looked up at her over by the door, seeing an entire ream of
papers in her hand, all printed with my specimen cup front and center.
time pulsing through my body, I noticed. I noted every little thing about her
from her stiletto heels to the hair on her head that was finally down and so
luscious I wanted to grab hold of it and tug.
Besides, I only put them up on a few poles on Brinestone Way so far.”
She’d already put them up?
around confidently, like she still had the upper hand. And fuck it all to hell,
wary, cheeks flushed. Her back pressed against my closed door and she couldn’t
run. The devil in me, the one she’d backed into a corner with her blackmailing
schemes, stood up and announced himself the winner of this situation. All I had
to do was show her I wouldn’t be messed with.
can’t see straight.
her hair and clench again, forcing her head to tip back with my forceful tug.
My arm slid around her waist and in the back of my mind, I memorized the feel
of her body pressed between me and the door. She gasped upon contact and I took
tongue swiped a taste of her lips and all hell broke loose. The red alert
inside my body changed in an instant. Instead of wanting to eliminate her, I
wanted to consume her right then and there so she’d always be a part of me. I
wanted to breathe the same air and coexist in the same space as her body, just
so I never had to let go of her silky skin. She fit perfectly against me, her
curves smashed against my chest, her lips perfectly pliant as I explored.
spends her time behind a computer crafting stories, walking the beaches of
southern California, and making healthy food for her kids and husband whether
they like it or not. Prior to writing novels, Marika held various jobs in the
finance industry, with private start-up companies, and then in health &
fitness. Cats may have nine lives, but Marika believes everyone should have
nine careers to keep things spicy.
enjoys writing all types of fiction novels, based on what inspires her. Right
now she’s working on a new steamy RomCom series along with sweet romances to
make your heart explode. All her books come with a money-back guarantee that
you’ll smile at least once with every book.
information can be found at www.marikaray.com