Wildcard volume three, p.9

Wildcard: Volume Three, page 9

 

Wildcard: Volume Three
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  End of the Wildcard Series. Stay tuned for details on a standalone companion novel, featuring Cally Harmer, to be released in 2015.

  Other books by Missy Johnson

  See full backlist, links and full blurbs at

  www.missycjohnson.com

  Always You

  A sweet student/teacher romance that will make you appreciate love.

  http://amzn.com/B00HDZOTM0

  Wicked Innocence (see over for excerpt)

  He’s a twenty-five year old rock god who thinks I’m twenty-one. I’m only seventeen…

  http://amzn.com/B00MDLKQ62

  The Tease Series

  Male escort. That got your attention.

  http://amzn.com/B00GP0SB8W

  Out of Reach

  My best friend is dying and I’m in love with his girl.

  http://amzn.com/B00K6Y3SDQ

  Provoke

  Mace is hiding something. What would you forgive the man you love for?

  http://amzn.com/B00J1HNFMS

  Wicked Innocence - Excerpt

  Opening the bathroom door, I took a deep breath and walked out, my head held high. As I strutted across the room, I could feel his eyes on me. A shiver raced down my spine. Turning around, I raised my eyebrows, my gaze holding his. He didn’t move, nor did he falter. He just kept staring.

  “Is there a reason you’re staring at me?” I snapped, clutching the towel closer to my body. He stood up, his eyes burning into mine.

  “You’re walking around in a fucking towel, and you need to ask me that?” he snorted. His jaw twitched as his gaze slowly and deliberately ran over my body. I gripped the towel a little tighter against me.

  “Me?” I said with a laugh.

  Was he serious? Sure, I’d purposely pushed his buttons, and sure, that wasn’t my most mature moment, but he shut me down, not the other way around. If anyone was messing with the other here, it was him.

  He stepped forward until his body was almost pressing against mine. He was so close I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I swallowed, eyeing him suspiciously. What was he up to now? Drunk and frustrated was not a good combination.

  “How badly do you want to kiss me right now?” he whispered, his warm breath touching my neck. I gasped as his tongue curled around my earlobe, sucking…nibbling….

  Buy link: http://amzn.com/B00MDLKQ62

 


 

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