take their hatred to a whole new level.
Well, Gray would play the billionaireâs game. Just this one last time.
Joaquin, going legit? He didnât believe that for a second. He was going to find the elusive proof he needed.
Then Gray would bury that son of a bitch alive.
Keep reading for a sneak peek at Book 2 in the TORN BETWEEN TWO LOVERS trilogy
RISKY
Available from InterMix November 2013
Beautiful Anna.
She was only supposed to be a pawn in his long-running game with Agent Grayson Sloane.
Joaquin had come to Aruba to seduce and use her. But five minutes in her company and he couldnât go through with it. It didnât take him any time at all to learn just how big a blow Gray must have suffered to lose her, and that
he
wouldnât make the same mistakes if he could help it. He wanted Anna.
Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he relished her taste, the feel of her curves pressed into his body. She wasnât a delicate woman, but rather lush in all the right places, and only three inches or so shy of his own height. He adored that about her. Heâd never been attracted to frail women, and Anna was strong. Inside as well as out.
Pulling back briefly, he broke the kiss and stroked one cheek, pushed a lock of dark hair from her face. Big brown eyes met his, and something stirred in him that heâd believed wasnât possible. For as long as he could recall, heâd needed no one but his family and close friends. He didnât
want
to need anyone elseâbecause there was a grain of truth to the saying that once you were in his world, there was no getting out. His enemies had long memories, and some an even longer reach. Letting himself care about someone could be dangerous.
And yet he didnât want to think about that right now. Didnât want to let go. So he kissed her again, slow and deep, with all the pent-up passion heâd been saving for months. Years. Heâd been lonely forever, it seemed. Oh, heâd indulged in one-night stands here and there, but nothing compared to thisâsimply kissing Anna under the moonlight with the peaceful sound of the ever-moving ocean providing background music.
His cock plumped in his pants, growing with his desire. Heat was building rapidly between them, and heâd have her in bed in about five seconds if he wasnât careful. For once, he wanted to take his timeâeven if his dick wasn't quite on board with that plan just yet.
âAnna,â he said hoarsely. âGod, what you do to me.â
âIâve been wanting to do that all evening.â
Her confession made him swell inside. âReally? I would never have guessed.â
âI play my cards close to the vest these days.â
âSometimes itâs worth taking a risk to reap the rewards, though.â
Hand in hand, they continued their stroll through the gardens and along the edge of the beach. The beauty of this night, being next to Anna, made him want to open up. Something he rarely did.
âWhen I was young, I wanted to be a fighter pilot,â he said quietly. âThat was my dream.â
He didnât look at her, but felt her sudden attention. Heâd be willing to bet the almighty Agent Sloane didnât have that written anywhere in his notes.
Surprise, Joaquin is human. We donât all get what we want in life, even if we have vaults of money.
She squeezed his hand. âWhy didnât you go after it, if thatâs what you really wanted?â
âMy father wouldnât even discuss it.â He couldnât keep the bitterness from his voice. âDelacruz men donât leave the family business to go out in the world and do their own thing. Especially me, since Iâm the oldest.â
âIâve heard of patriarchs who rule their families like that, but as much as I can empathize, I canât say I understand what that mustâve been like. Why not just do it anyway? Would he have harmed
Well, Gray would play the billionaireâs game. Just this one last time.
Joaquin, going legit? He didnât believe that for a second. He was going to find the elusive proof he needed.
Then Gray would bury that son of a bitch alive.
Keep reading for a sneak peek at Book 2 in the TORN BETWEEN TWO LOVERS trilogy
RISKY
Available from InterMix November 2013
Beautiful Anna.
She was only supposed to be a pawn in his long-running game with Agent Grayson Sloane.
Joaquin had come to Aruba to seduce and use her. But five minutes in her company and he couldnât go through with it. It didnât take him any time at all to learn just how big a blow Gray must have suffered to lose her, and that
he
wouldnât make the same mistakes if he could help it. He wanted Anna.
Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he relished her taste, the feel of her curves pressed into his body. She wasnât a delicate woman, but rather lush in all the right places, and only three inches or so shy of his own height. He adored that about her. Heâd never been attracted to frail women, and Anna was strong. Inside as well as out.
Pulling back briefly, he broke the kiss and stroked one cheek, pushed a lock of dark hair from her face. Big brown eyes met his, and something stirred in him that heâd believed wasnât possible. For as long as he could recall, heâd needed no one but his family and close friends. He didnât
want
to need anyone elseâbecause there was a grain of truth to the saying that once you were in his world, there was no getting out. His enemies had long memories, and some an even longer reach. Letting himself care about someone could be dangerous.
And yet he didnât want to think about that right now. Didnât want to let go. So he kissed her again, slow and deep, with all the pent-up passion heâd been saving for months. Years. Heâd been lonely forever, it seemed. Oh, heâd indulged in one-night stands here and there, but nothing compared to thisâsimply kissing Anna under the moonlight with the peaceful sound of the ever-moving ocean providing background music.
His cock plumped in his pants, growing with his desire. Heat was building rapidly between them, and heâd have her in bed in about five seconds if he wasnât careful. For once, he wanted to take his timeâeven if his dick wasn't quite on board with that plan just yet.
âAnna,â he said hoarsely. âGod, what you do to me.â
âIâve been wanting to do that all evening.â
Her confession made him swell inside. âReally? I would never have guessed.â
âI play my cards close to the vest these days.â
âSometimes itâs worth taking a risk to reap the rewards, though.â
Hand in hand, they continued their stroll through the gardens and along the edge of the beach. The beauty of this night, being next to Anna, made him want to open up. Something he rarely did.
âWhen I was young, I wanted to be a fighter pilot,â he said quietly. âThat was my dream.â
He didnât look at her, but felt her sudden attention. Heâd be willing to bet the almighty Agent Sloane didnât have that written anywhere in his notes.
Surprise, Joaquin is human. We donât all get what we want in life, even if we have vaults of money.
She squeezed his hand. âWhy didnât you go after it, if thatâs what you really wanted?â
âMy father wouldnât even discuss it.â He couldnât keep the bitterness from his voice. âDelacruz men donât leave the family business to go out in the world and do their own thing. Especially me, since Iâm the oldest.â
âIâve heard of patriarchs who rule their families like that, but as much as I can empathize, I canât say I understand what that mustâve been like. Why not just do it anyway? Would he have harmed
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