Logan Callahan fleeced people for a living. He'd been part of an organization of grifters, led by Nell Dubrowski, who stripped marks of everything they owned, leaving them bare and bleeding. But Logan broke free of his past and his addictions. Now, in the profession of forensic accounting, he helps people ferret out exactly the type of con on which Nell Dubrowski fed, yet not colliding with his old demons. Until a call from an investigator dredges up his dark, secret past.
Kate Malone is everything Nell is not. Young, sensual, and...honest. Kate's father is the latest mark for Nell, and Logan wants nothing more than to help bring down the woman who represents everything he loathes. Forty-eight hours in a hotel room's king-size bed with nothing between him and the sensual, adventurous Kate but hot flesh and searing kisses has him vowing to protect her from Nell and her kind. But Logan has never looked good in silver, and he isn't exactly cut out to play white knight. And revealing his past to Kate might destroy the deepening connection he feels with the woman he hopes will be his future.
Too may secrets can destroy any relationship, but when Logan finds himself stripped bare and on the wrong end of a loaded gun, he knows that death would be far preferable than to live a life without Kate Malone...
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Amber Quill Press, LLC
September 19, 2010
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Excerpt from Strip by Adrianna Dane
..Logan couldn't believe what he'd gotten himself into. He was in so fucking deep. An afternoon of passion had turned into two days without leaving his suite. Two of the most blissful days he'd ever experienced in his life. It almost felt like he was cleansed of his past as he bathed himself in the essence of Kate Malone. Neither of them had spoken of things outside this room. It had become a haven made for them alone.
They talked of books and movies. Of favorite foods and favorite restaurants. They didn't speak of family or friends. Of work or pasts.
He didn't feel like moving out of this bed. Could it be real? Was Kate real? There didn't seem to be a bit of subterfuge built into her make-up. If she felt something, it was there for everyone to see and to experience.
He could still taste her passion. He lay on his stomach, looking out the window, wondering what came next. Could he let her walk out that door? And out of his life? He didn't think so. He had to be with her. She was the one person out of the whole crazy mess he called a life that--for at least a few days--had grounded him. Made him want to be a better person. Reminded him he was human. He was no longer just existing. What scared him was that she made him feel.
In Nell's organization, he'd been a part of something, and he knew that's why he'd stayed for so long. The power and control he'd experienced with the Dubrowski crew wasn't real. The real power belonged to Nell. And she used sex to control the men that surrounded her.
But with Kate, it wasn't just sex. It went deeper. It went past bone-deep. He'd experienced things he'd never known before with another person. Feelings he didn't even realize he'd possessed. And that put the fear of God in him.
Soft hands smoothed over his bare ass, up the curve of his back. Lips pressed against his shoulder and worked their way downward. His cock surged, although he didn't know how it could after the hours he'd spent buried inside Kate's sweet, tight body. He'd never been with a woman as willing to experiment as the one in his bed right now.
Her mouth reached the small of his back, then trailed across his ass. He knew he wasn't going to be able to put it off much longer. He needed to know what came next with her. Could she just turn her back on what they'd shared over the past two days? He knew he couldn't let her go. But how did he tell her who he really was without losing her?
He stiffened when he felt the lube at his anus and a narrow finger dipping inside. No one had touched him like that since--
"Have you been fucked here, Logan? You're very tight."
He didn't want to think about that time in his life. He didn't want to remember, not now, not yet. She added a second finger to the first and what he remembered were the sensations--he blocked out the men who had elicited his responses. He blocked out the triumphant look in Nell's eyes as she'd watched him succumb.
"Yes, I have." When Kate's fingers slipped from inside him, he turned onto his back to look at her. He needed her to drown out his memories. "Does that turn you off?"
"You mean that you've been with a man? No, I think it turns me on. Did it turn you on at the time?"
He stared into her eyes, trying to decipher what she might be thinking. He didn't see disgust, and with Kate, he knew she wasn't hiding anything. That's not how she was made. And he loved that about her.
He forced himself to remember. There were so many times when he'd been half drugged out, he couldn't be certain what was real and what wasn't. But he did remember sensations of lust that had deluged him, and right now he couldn't lie to Kate. Not about this.
"At the time, I enjoyed it." He reached for her and pulled her on top of him.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, rubbing her body against his. God, she turned him on. "I liked it, too. Even though I wasn't certain that I would. I liked it with you..."