It's a night for adventure, for pushing the limits. Well, breaking them actually. Stacie can't believe she's stolen her escort's Porsche to go back road joyriding. But damn, it feels good to cut loose from her life for one precious night. It's just her lousy luck she catches the eye of an off duty cop. Just her luck, indeed. Being reprimanded by Lieutenant Jake Chance, the sexiest man she's ever seen, makes her want to break a few more laws. She's going to throw caution to the wind and see if she can seduce her cop to go over the limits with her. Way over. If Jake Chance is willing to hold her in his arms, Stacie knows she'll have a memory to last her a lifetime. She just wishes dawn would never come, because when it does, she'll have to let him go.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Chance of a Lifetime by Joey W. Hill
Jake Chance had dealt with countless women who tried to use their wiles to get out of punishment for their crimes. But this one... He wasn't sure what she was up to, but it was almost like she was enjoying herself, not in the slightest bit interested in how much trouble she could be in. She was a knockout, a girl-next-door innocence in a fuck-me elegant black cocktail dress.
It had a low back held together with one horizontal strip that passed just beneath her bare shoulder blades, just wide enough to cover a bra strap. Below it, the cut of the dress dipped to the small of her back, increasing his focus on a perfectly shaped pert ass that he'd like to grip with both hands as he bent her over the hood of his car.
Hell. Though he was getting harder by the minute, he was just going to have to grit his teeth and bear it. This wasn't his jurisdiction, but he lived out here. The county sheriff wouldn't mind him putting a little fear of God into a reckless driver. He would mind him fucking her senseless up against the side of his car.
The lacy dangling strap of her garters he'd glimpsed teased his imagination. A man could slide his fingers under hooked garters, feel the silky elastic stretch over his knuckles as he gripped her hips, drove into her. Her stockinged legs would tighten over his back, heels to his ass as he buried himself into wet, blissful pussy.
The deft way she'd taken off her shoes told him she wasn't drunk. He might be the intoxicated one at this point. Having her walk the center of the road put a few feet of space between them, which he desperately needed.
Stepping onto the white line, she placed one foot before the other, deliberate as a deer. Those bruises he'd seen at her neck continued down her back. They'd been concealed by makeup but became more obvious in the play of the dying sunlight on her skin. Women lied about things like that, but the genuine surprise she'd shown at his question, the fact she displayed none of the familiar defensive wariness around a cop, told him she was telling the truth about how she'd gotten them. It still pissed him off though. There was more to this story. A woman shouldn't be handling a grown man with dementia by herself.
Putting her hands out to either side like a bird, she looked back and gave him a mischievous, thorough look with midnight sky blue eyes. "My, that's a very big gun you're carrying, Officer. You're scaring me."
His lips twitched. Then you better get your ass down that line before I decide to pull it out and use it.
Had he lost his mind? He cleared his throat. "Just walk the line, ma'am."
As she put one foot in front of the other, her hips swayed. He could swear she was exaggerating the motion. It taunted the part of him that enjoyed a little fight out of a woman before he overpowered her and made her scream with pleasure. It'd been a while since he'd let a woman get that close. Women now were too jaded and distrusting, thanks to the bastards men could be. But this one...