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Coming June 27, 2017 from Lyrical Underground
DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS
Book Two in the A Likely Story Series
from AJ Nuest


Revenge might be cold . . .


Xander Dade has a deep-seated regret, and the nomadic decade he’s spent doling out justice as a computer hacker hasn’t helped ease his conscience. Ever since Charlie McGovern was asked to leave the specialized revenge-for-hire business called Dirty Deeds, the curvy blonde bombshell has been stuck in his head. And now that the talented thief is being stalked by a dangerous enemy, Xander isn’t about to let her slip through his fingers—not when he’s so close to convincing her she belongs in his bed . . .


But desire is a dish best served hot


Caught in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse, Charlie won’t be surrendering her secrets any time soon. Not even when long-lost friend, Xander Dade, shows up, packing a sexy agenda all his own. Her movements are being tracked, and accepting his help may put everyone she loves in danger. Things are getting too hot to handle, and selling her secrets to the highest bidder may end up costing more than her heart . . .

 
~ * ~
 

Well. Her shoulders hiked to
around her ears as she filled her lungs. Dropped in a hard shrug as she firmly
exhaled. Not a heartbeat later, a smile teased the corner of her mouth, and she
nearly chuckled. Whoever he was, she had to hand it to the guy. He’d just saved
her a Himalayan-sized heap of trouble. Starting now, she owed him a huge round
of thanks for his help.

 
He descended the steps as she
strode those last few feet toward her building. Geez, he had to top out
somewhere around six-four. Broad shoulders, trim hips. Rolling, sexy swagger in
his gait.
 
And dinner. At the very least,
she owed him her thanks and dinner.
 
The form-fitted stretch of a
white thermal shirt peeked through the unbuttoned sides of his red plaid
button-down and leather jacket, and her brow twitched at the thought of
exploring those cut ridges and slopes with her tongue.
 
Yowza. And if he played his cards
right, possibly an invitation to spend the night.
 
A five o’clock shadow covered his
jaw, the scruff a thick sandy brown, and framed a pair of lips that had been
molded by some evil entity with the sole purpose of shutting down a woman’s
brain.
 
Good God. Talk about an eyegasm. That
fantastic mouth had chew toy written all over it.
 
“So, yeah. That was pretty
impressive. Thanks for—” She locked onto his gaze and withdrew a step, her jaw hanging
off its hinge like the broken gate the super refused to fix by the fire escape.
Only one person she’d ever met had eyes that rivaled the clear, aquamarine
warmth of the Caribbean Sea, but there was no
way
he’d shown up in her part of town. “X-ray?”
 
The left corner of that luscious
mouth slid up in a lopsided grin, and she sputtered, shaking her head. Dear
God, it was him. She would’ve known
that heart-stopping smile anywhere.
 
“Hey, Chuck.” He ate up the
remaining space in one relaxed, easy stride. “It’s good to see you. Sorry for
stopping by unannounced.”
 
What in all the sweet holy
hotness was he doing here? She
snapped her mouth shut, her brain tripping over itself to catch up. Those were
his eyes, all right, and that was most definitely the lethal tilted smile she’d
always thought was so darn cute. But the rest of him did not resemble the same gawky teenager she’d left standing in
Malcolm’s front hallway ten years ago.
 
Heck, given the two-year age gap
between them, back then, she’d always kinda considered him her geeky, klutzy
version of a kid brother.
 
Well, not anymore. Whatever tread
climber he’d been dating, the pendulum had officially swung the other way.
“Trust me when I say it’s not a problem.”


Genre:  Romantic Suspense
Heat Rating: 4 Flames
Release Date: June 27, 2017
Author: AJ Nuest
 
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Coming Soon from Lyrical Underground
Dirty Deeds
A Likely Story by AJ Nuest
An Eye for an Eye

As owner of Dirty Deeds, a tech-savvy company specializing in the age-old art of revenge, Eden Smith knows first-hand that secrecy is critical. But when a dead body washes up on the shores of Lake Michigan clutching her business card, Eden’s well-constructed world begins to fall apart. Apparently, she’s not the only one with a passion for payback, and staying alive to outsmart a killer has become her most important job of all. 

Game for a Game

Hardened homicide detective Kelly Riordan is convinced Eden Smith is hiding more than she’s willing to admit. Years on the force have taught him that nothing is what it seems, and that couldn’t be truer than when it comes to investigating the alluring owner of a revenge-for-hire business. But revealing her past could put everything Eden has worked for in jeopardy. And trusting a man like Riordan goes against the very instincts that have kept her alive this long.

Book one in the highly-anticipated



Kelly’s phone chirped, and he frowned, slipping it from the
pocket of his jeans. A glance at the caller ID, and he jerked to attention.
“Holy shit.”

 
He knew that number. It’d been the bane of existence for the
past forty-eight hours.
 
Archer lifted his brows. “Problem?”
 
Holding up his hand, Kelly thumbed the screen. Whether or
not this call qualified as a problem was still up for grabs. “Riordan.”
 
“I heard you’ve been looking for me, Detective.” The voice
was female, soft, held a slight hint of humor. Yep. He raked his hand through
his hair. This was gonna be a problem, all right. “I hope you don’t mind that I
called.”
 
His brows jacked toward his hairline. Mind that she
called?
What the hell was she trying to pull? For Christ’s sake, the woman
had not only located his private number, she’d dialed it and then acted like
calling him was no big deal. Meanwhile, he’d only spent the last two days
driving himself nuts trying to figure out her loca—
 
His eyes slammed shut. But, of course, she already knew
that. Which could only mean she also knew his efforts at trying to find her had
resulted in a dead end. So she’d called him. A power play to
establish right from the get-go exactly who was in charge.
 
Nice move, Dirty Deeds. Bitchy, but nice.
 
“Are you there? Maybe I’ve called at a bad time. If you
want, I can always—”
 
“No, no, I’m here.” He locked onto Archer and wrote an invisible
line through the air, signaling for him to get some paper and a pen. Kelly
cleared his throat. “How can I help you, Miss…?”
 
She laughed. Smooth, low. Like a shot of barrel-aged whiskey
had just slid down her throat. “I think the question you meant to ask is how
can I help you.”
 
Dammit. Huge problem. Huge, huge problem. Not to mention,
she seemed to be enjoying this game she’d cooked up. A game she played without
giving him the parameters. “Had I known it would be this easy to get your
assistance, I would’ve started asking questions about you a long time ago.”
 
It was a stupid thing to say since he hadn’t even known she
existed until Monday night, but based on the way her husky laugh brushed his
ear like a feather, she got the point.
 
“Very good, Detective. At ten o’clock tonight, I’ll be at 17
South State Street on the twenty-first floor, room 4-B. I’ll give you ten
minutes.” She paused. “Funny, I was about to say come alone, but I know you
won’t. Besides, that sounds corny. Even for me.”
 
The line disconnected.
 
Kelly lowered the phone and stared at the screen. On
impulse, he hit *69 to dial back the number, but a weird busy signal repeatedly
beeped in his ear. Yep. He’d just been spanked and, at the same time, something
about her… 



Damn, the woman had him intrigued.

Genre: Romantic Suspense
Heat Rating: 4 Flames
Publication Date: January 31, 2017
Publisher:  Lyrical Underground
Author: AJ Nuest 
 
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