Killer Curves
Naima Simone
Language: English
Pages: 240
ISBN: 1682810534
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Lately, things have been a little weird for Sloane Barrett—late night crank calls, disturbing images inher inbox, her tires slashed. She tries not to let it bother her. She tries to pretend everything is ok. Then someone breaks into her house and attacks her...and Sloane realizes she needs professional help. Tall, gorgeous and overwhelmingly intense help. But Sloane knows all too well just how much trouble intense guys can be. Security Specialist Ciaran Ross's priority is to ensure Sloane is safe. His gut tells him she's in danger, but his feelings for her are pulling his focus. Ciaran has already made the mistake of falling for a client, and the results were disastrous. He won't risk it again. He can't. But running from love is the surest way to get Sloane killed...
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circled the desk to greet their newcomer, Ciaran remained rooted to the spot. Lust tended to do that to a man. Grab him by the balls. Stop him dead in his tracks. Sloane Barrett. Goddamn. The impact of her slammed into his chest with the force of a sledgehammer. Just as it had the night before. Then, he’d noticed her as soon as she’d entered the dining rom. How could he have missed that long, dark hair that looked like it’d been styled in one of those high-end salons that served mimosas and
delivered an audible, jaw-cracking punch to the other. He quickly followed up the blow with a knee to the gut and an elbow to the spine. The guy crumbled to the ground and didn’t move. Metal glinted in the light of the parking lot lamps behind him. “Ciaran,” she rasped, the warning like sandpaper over her raw throat. But she must’ve been loud enough. Ciaran whirled around, gripped the attacker’s wrist, and in a complicated but seamless move, rotated and rolled, ending up behind the other guy
the quickness that matters, sweetheart. It’s what you do with the time you’re given that counts.” “Damn!” She swung, barely clipping the ball. “That counts,” Ciaran pointed out. “Shut it.” Scowling, she jabbed her club in his direction. “I didn’t try to distract you when you were up.” Resettling herself, she swung again, and three strokes later, landed her ball into the hole. “Hmm.” Rubbing his chin, Ciaran gave her a mock frown as she straightened from picking up her ball. “I thought you
relentless surge forward. He burrowed past resistive muscles, taking, claiming, branding. She released a long, low, greedy groan, clinging to him as he carried her along on an erotic ride she couldn’t have possibly prepared herself for. He filled her and filled her until she almost believed she couldn’t take any more of him. “Yeah, you can,” he assured her. Had she spoken the thought aloud? She must have, because he leaned back on his knees and palmed her thighs, spreading them wider, pushing
features, flawless charm, and pretty compliments. But Ciaran’s blunt honesty and unapologetic sexual magnetism had captivated and aroused her in ways her ex hadn’t in the two years they’d been together. At the end of her relationship with Phillip, she’d been a timid, bullied shell of who she used to be. Phillip had battered her pride; she suspected Ciaran would destroy it, not even leaving scraps. A wry smile twisted her mouth. Not that it mattered. Ciaran hadn’t approached her, either. Which
