☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
Those damn leather gloves, I blame them.
I run my fingers through my hair to blow out at the wet strands that have stuck around my lips, and I grab my glass and gulp the remainder of my week old wine, before flopping back against the couch to collect my thoughts.
Seriously though, what the hell was that?
Pacer Fratelli is my client! A dangerous client. A client who I know is a murderer.
I can’t feel like this, but I do.
His smile flashes before my eyes again. Oh my god, would you just leave me the hell alone? I punch my fists down onto the chair, either side of me.
I strip down as I head to the shower, peeling off each layer like I’m shedding skin and discarding the clothes on the floor with an angry slap. My body is still abuzz with my post-assault, but at the same time, I am pissed off. These thoughts have no place in my mind. They can fuck right off.
A after a good talking to myself in the stream of the cold shower, I throw on my old university sweats, ready to see my night out in front of the coffee table … and all things Pacer Fratelli.
Dangerously hot, Pacer Fratelli.
☆✮ About the Author ✮☆
TJ is an Aussie former cop turned writer. Her experiences with the seedier side to life when she was on the beat in one of Sydney’s toughest areas, has given her plenty of food for fodder in her sexy tales of mystery and intrigue. Tragedy always strikes deep in TJ’s stories, so her version of romance isn’t like the kind your mum used to read. Nowadays her only source of action is the one going on inside her head as she enjoys a quiet life in the tropics with her ultimate leading man and beloved young family.