She's not his...
One phone call is all it takes to throw Nic DeMarco’s carefully controlled world into chaos. The woman he's loved for years has been threatened, and he'll do anything to keep her safe… only, she's not his to protect.
But she will be...
Annie Reed has been in love with her best friend’s brother since she first laid eyes on him, but he's kept her at arm's length. When she takes a job at the DeMarco family private investigation firm, Annie tries to keep her emotions in check. But Nic is too much to ignore.
As Nic and Annie get closer, so does the danger that stalks them. But will love be the greatest threat of all...
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“Are you telling me you two took down twenty men? All by yourselves? You must be extremely good at what you do.”
Andrea Reed’s voice, sultry and amused, carried perfectly down the first-floor hallway of DeMarco Investigations. Straight into Dominic DeMarco’s office.
As his hands tightened on the grip of his Beretta, he imagined it was the smooth skin of her neck.
“We’re the best, honey.” A thick Southern accent coated the response. “If you’re ever in trouble, we’re the men to get you out of it.”
Biting back a curse at the testosterone-induced stupidity of that statement, Nic reminded himself to consider the source. Even though he couldn’t see the men in Annie’s office, he’d known them for years. Muscle-bound from their crew-cut heads to their shiny black combat boots, the Idiot Twins were about to get a few more holes they didn’t need
Shit. Deep breath. Calm down.
They weren’t going to hurt her. They wouldn’t dare. He was overreacting, which was nothing new when it came to this woman.
“That is just so amazing.” Annie’s smooth-as-velvet voice rippled through the air, wrapping around his libido and heating his blood. “And where was this again?”
His knuckles creaked as his grip tightened. God damn it. She was reeling them in like a pro.
“South America, ’bout a year ago.”
Anger settled in a hot ball in his chest. That information wasn’t for public consumption and these two asses knew that.
He couldn’t completely blame them, though. Annie was a menace to any man’s sanity. The second he got her alone, he was going to throttle her.
“You must be extremely good shots.” Annie’s tone reeked with sexual interest that had to be faked. A Main Line heiress, Annie didn’t date guys like TweedleDumb and TweedleDumbass . She had to be milking them for all they were worth. Her next questioned confirmed it.
“So was Dominic with you on this little jaunt?”
No, he wasn’t going to throttle her. He was going to spank her. Put her over his knee and smack that gorgeous ass that teased him day in and day out until she begged
He nearly ground his back teeth into dust at the image. Why did it have to be this way with this woman? Why did she tie him in so many damn knots he couldn’t see straight?
Why couldn’t he lust after the divorced shop owner down the street? She knew the score.
Annie… Annie was just plain out of his league.