The Naughty Nine Boxed Set Blitz - Various Authors

 

 

Synopsis: The Naughty Nine Boxed Set - July 2014 - Various Authors:

The Naughty Nine -- Where Danger and Passion Collides
Included in this box set collection:
* Stop in the Name of Love by New York Times Best Selling author Nina Bruhns
* Deathblow by New York Times Best Selling author Dana Marton
* A Girl, A Guy And A Ghost by Patricia Mason
* Everything He Never Wanted by Mary Leo
* Red Rock Rises by Taylor Lee
* Dirty Little Secrets by New York Times Best Selling author Julie Leto
* Sex is Murder by Rita Heron
* Saved by Lorhainne Eckhart
* Snowbound by USA Today Best Selling author Karen Fenech
* Secret Identity by New York Times Best Selling author Jill Sanders

 

STOP IN THE NAME OF LOVE by Nina Bruhns

“Lord, you’re good on your feet,” she said with a grin, catching her breath.

He chuckled. “And on my knees, and lying down...” He hardly recognized his own voice, it had suddenly turned so deep and suggestive.

She froze on the dance floor, and a deep blush started at the apples of her cheeks and spread outward. Mesmerized, his gaze dipped and followed the rosy stain as it fanned across the exposed swell of her breasts.

He met her eyes and slowly raised her hand to his lips. “My God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured as she melted into his arms.

The next dance was slow and romantic, and the woman he held was warm and soft. He wrapped himself around her and surrendered to the moment, drowning in the feel of her silky body under his hands, her curves pressing enticingly into him, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of strawberries and desire.

He wanted more.

Damn, he wanted her.

He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. He’d never been drawn to a woman like her before. He knew she’d want more from him than just hot sex. A lot more.

And for the first time ever, he was suddenly afraid he might want to give it to her—to try a normal relationship with a real woman, not a quick fling with some superficial chick who was only attracted to his badge or his overrated charm.

No, Mary Alice was different. She was genuine and honest and pure. Her quiet grace and innate goodness reminded him a lot of his mama. That alone should scare the hell out of him.

Not to mention the fact that Mary Alice hated cops with a passion.

How ironic was that?

Hell, no, it would never work. Everything was stacked against them. Bridge had no business toying with her, for both their sakes.

But dammit, he was only a man.

And the loneliness in his soul called out to him.

Once, just once in his life, he’d like to touch a woman who turned his hard, harsh world to wonderfully tender mush, and eased the aching in his heart.

When the song ended, he whispered in her ear, “It’s getting late. Shall we go?”

The only question was...did he dare?