Pre-order Blitz:One More Night with You by Lisa Marie Perry
Title: One More Night with You
Series: The Blue Dynasty #5
Author: Lisa Marie Perry
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 1, 2016
Loving him is a dangerous job…
Former DEA agent
Josephine de la Peña loved Zaf Ahmadi once—and she's got the
bullet scar to prove it. No wonder she holds a grudge against her
hacker ex. But now, just as Joey's preparing for a new job with the
Las Vegas Slayers, Zaf reappears, insisting she's in danger. The
sexual pull between them is still as intense, and liable to hurt more
than any gunshot.
Even if Joey could forgive him for the botched drug bust that got
her injured, Zaf can't forgive himself. Obsessively hunting for the
criminals who killed his cousin warped his judgment. To protect Joey,
he suggests he pose as her boyfriend. As long as he can keep
emotional distance, he can keep her safe. Until the case presents him
with a choice: pursue the vengeance he craves—or try to turn one
smoldering night into so much more…
“Shy, Zaf?”
He didn’t find the boldness in her
tone authentic but accepted the words as a gauntlet thrown. He wasn’t
shy; he was desperate and venturing into trouble he couldn’t
mend.
Zaf leaned, angled his head, and she met him
halfway. Her glossy lips were slippery under his kiss, teasing him as
if she was flicking a feather across his face.
“Can’t
seem to make a solid landing there, can you?” she uttered against
his mouth.
The almost and not quite and close misses
were a game to her.
But not to him. For Zaf, this was
life and death.
“Joey…”
“Shh. Tell
me something. You hacked Willa Smart’s company to get to me. Was it
for this, for a kiss from a woman you used to screw?”
He’d
done it because he was her protector. Compromising a matchmaker’s
compatibility program was the means he’d taken to fulfill his
obligation to her. Even if he’d lost his morality, he still
possessed a sense of duty—whether he wanted it or not. “You were
more than that. You’ve always known it.”
“Have
I?”
The love that had once breathed between them had
been inconvenient and confusing, yet the realest element in either of
their lives. It had struck them unexpectedly. Neither was willing to
let it go, and for that they were both to blame. Because something
that good couldn’t last. Not for people like them who’d done what
they had.
“I got to you because I’m on a job,” he
told her. Yeah, it was a vague explanation, but he wouldn’t divulge
particulars now. “The kiss is because I can’t fight it. I’ve
thought about you constantly since that night. It hasn’t been
never-ending death, but it’s been a never-ending mindfuck.”
“They
put you down, didn’t they? DC?”
“It needed to
happen.”
“Down deep, Zaf. You didn’t turn up at
your parents’ place in Jersey or even in Pakistan. There was talk
that you were dead but I didn’t think that. I knew you wouldn’t
get time, either, that they’d rather have you on reserve than in a
cell. About a year after… What I’m trying to say is I tried to
bring you back and I couldn’t find you.”
His mind
spun through the past five years. The US government had dragged his
ass up for a few missions that needed a sharpshooter of his caliber
on the front line, but had thrown him back afterward at his request.
He was freelance—off record, off the FBI’s payroll, damn near a
ghost. He wanted it that way.
“Why’d you want to
bring me back?”
“To ask you why you went dirty. You
cut a deal with those bastards when I thought we were on the same
side. You killed me when you turned, damn it.”
So she
still believed he’d defected to the drug-funneling terrorists he’d
been quietly hunting since they’d captured, tortured and murdered
his cousin eight years ago. The feds hadn’t gone out of their way
to clean up his image, but what did it matter now? There was so much
that Joey didn’t know. But she’d been a thread in a web that was
bigger than DEA and even now it was necessary to lead her with
lies.
“The kiss,” she said finally as fresh tears
welled. “Don’t fight it.”
There was something he didn’t altogether trust about her
spurring him on, but as he’d said—he couldn’t fight it. Nor
would he try. Giving her what she provoked, he let go of her hand to
hold her head steady. She yielded, opening her mouth to bring him
home.
Lisa Marie Perry encounters difficult fictional men and women on a
daily basis. A firm believer that variety is the spice of her life,
she’s the author of sizzling, smart contemporary romance fiction
featuring flawed guy-next-door heroes and larger-than-life alphas who
are brought to their knees by the love of complicated women.
Lisa Marie is a Romance Writers of America member and her
publishers are Harlequin, Grand Central Publishing, Kensington and
Random House/Loveswept. She has received high praise from USA Today
and has been nominated for an RT Book Reviews literary award. She
lives in America’s heartland, drives a truck, enjoys indie rock,
collects Medieval literature, watches too many comedies, has a
not-so-secret love for lace and adores rugged men with a little bit
of nerd.
She’s been told that she frowns too much, but she loves to laugh
and appreciates pretty things, okay people and clever jokes.
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