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Guns by J.A. Huss Release Date: March 31, 2014
Series: Rook and Ronin Spinoff
Buy It: Amazon | B&N
Description from Goodreads:
THIS IS NOT A STANDALONE BOOK. YOU MUST READ ALL THE OTHER BOOKS IN THIS SERIES FIRST.
ALL. OF. THEM.**
Spencer Shrike is a man with a plan. Get in. Get out. Move on. He loves Ron the Bomb, and her safety is the only thing on his mind these days. But life is a tricky bastard, and conning criminals for the better part of ten years brings its own set of problems. Sure, Rook lied her way out of a sticky situation, covering for crimes Ronin, Ford, and Spencer committed, and getting them all off scot-free in the process.
But not everyone is buying Rook’s story, and Spencer is desperate to figure out who’s in town setting them up for a fall.
Veronica the Bombshell Vaughn has put up with Spencer Shrike’s shit for years and where has it gotten her? A big fat nowhere. No ring, no house, no kids, and no promises. In fact, Spencer is worse than ever—completely distant and moody. She’s done sitting at home, pining over a man she can’t have.
But she’s not opposed to fighting for him.
Ron the Bomb fights hard and she fights dirty, so she’s willing to do whatever it takes to get Spencer’s attention.
But now there’s another man in town with his eye on her. He’s got secrets too, but unlike Spencer, Bobby Mansi is more than willing to let Veronica in on them.
The entire Rook and Ronin series comes full circle. Every con, every lie, and every skeleton in the closet is back for one final shot at vengeance and the only way to set it right… is to get out the guns.
VERONICA
Spencer leans into my neck once the moan subsides. “Do I
make you hot?”
I try to regain some semblance of control, but I totally
fail. So my words betray every empty thought in my head when I whisper, “I’m an
insatiable inferno.”
His large hands stroke my calf, then he grabs my foot and
pushes it until my knee bends. He does the same thing to my other foot, and
then grabs my panties and says, “Lift, please.”
I swallow and lift.
His fingertips drag down my outer thighs this time, then
tickle that little dent behind my knees as he hooks the panties over my
kneecaps and lets them drop to the ground on top of my feet.
I wait for him to finish what he started and remove the
panties from my ankles, but he doesn’t. He leaves them there, a reminder that
he just stripped them off me.
God, that makes me wet for some reason.
His hands reach around to my bra clasp, and then before I
can even formulate how I might feel about being stripped of my last bit of
clothing, my breasts fall free and he licks his lips. He pulls the lacy pink
bra down my arms and I slip my hands out before he makes me keep it on. I’m
still thinking about the panties around my ankles. Something about that is just
so… so… sexual.
I wait.
He waits.
“Now what?” I ask.
“What do you want to do now?” he counters.
I reach down and slip the panties over my feet and then set
them on top of the small pile of clothes.
“And now you’re ready,” he whispers.
“What am I ready for?”
He gets up from the grass, grabs my clothes, places them in
the office, then drags his airbrush equipment over to the spot where I’m
sitting on the grass. “Now, I fuck you with paint.”
Holy
shit. He just said that.
I’m so turned on, I’m starting to throb. He walks back over
to the cart, tests the flow of paint on a piece of cardboard, and then turns to
me. “You will never forget this day, Veronica Vaughn. For the rest of your
life, whenever someone asks you what the best day of your life was, this will
be in your top three.”
“What about the other two?” I ask.
“We haven’t made those
memories yet, Bomb. But we will.”
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