Swerve
Boosted Hearts #1
By Sherilee Gray
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26, 2016
He’ll risk it all
for one more night…
When Hugh Colton’s
father ran off, leaving him with a pile of gambling debts and a crime boss
demanding repayment in stolen cars, his options were limited. Now his life’s on
hold, and the last thing he needs to be worrying about is a distressed redhead
in a Poison Ivy costume. He sure as hell shouldn’t be rescuing her in the car
he’s just boosted—or asking her to come home with him. But a thief like him
can’t offer more, no matter how much he wants to.
Everyone either
leaves or is taken away, at least that’s all graphics designer Shay Freestone
has ever known. And after a confidence shattering, career destroying break-up,
she’s sworn off relationships forever. So it’s a good thing this raw, bearded,
mountain of a man isn’t her type. Yet as one reckless hot night leads to
another, their casual, no-strings affair starts to feel like so much
more.
Can two hearts with
too many secrets dare for a future?
“This book was
completely and totally fantastic. I was in love with the characters from page
one. I could not put it down.” - Goodreads Reviewer
“What a little gem
this was! I went in not knowing what to expect from a new to me author and I
loved it.” - Reader Reviewer
“Trust me when I
say, I think you are going to want to read this book. Hugh Colton just made me
fall in love with him within a matter on pages.....” - Wicked Good Reads
“Think you’re good
to go. Guy’s long gone.”
“Um…” She stayed
rooted to the spot, gaze fixed on the hulk in front of her. Bizarrely, it
wasn’t fear keeping her in place…it was that she was struggling to leave the
big man’s orbit; his gravitational pull was that strong.
What the heck is
wrong with me?
His lips quirked
up, just a little on one side, then those stunning eyes did a full-body sweep.
The quirk turned into a grin. “What’s with the outfit?”
Her face heated
instantly. She’d almost forgotten she was wearing the stupid costume. She
stared down at herself and cringed. Her wobbly bits were all on full
display—butt, thighs, belly, boobs. Perfect. “I was at a…a costume party.”
“What’re you?”
Her face got
hotter. “Poison Ivy.”
He frowned, brow
scrunching in obvious confusion.
“She’s a villain.
Batman’s nemesis…in a comic book.”
He kept his gaze
locked on her, and his eyes started dancing. “Right.”
He was more than
likely laughing at her, but right then, she didn’t care; that sparkle in his
eyes just made him more appealing. Again, her reaction was completely insane.
The men she usually found herself attracted to were business types—they wore
suits, were clean shaven, were…smaller. Less imposing. But the scary, hard gaze
he’d wielded like a weapon was long gone now. In fact, she felt safe standing
there with him.
Without realizing
what she was doing, she shuffled a little closer, drawn by that magnetic pull
that seemed to surround him. He also looked warm and snuggly, and now the
excitement had past, she was starting to feel the cold.
He watched her,
something moving over his features, something that got those inappropriate
tingles riled up all over again. Her hair rested over her shoulder, and he
reached out, touching it with his index finger, as if he was testing her
reaction.
“I like the hair.”
“It’s real,” she
blurted for some stupid reason, probably because of Batman’s lewd suggestion
that the carpet didn’t match the drapes. Not that she wanted this guy to see
her carpet. No, that would be wrong, wouldn’t it? They’d only just met.
He continued to
stare at her, eyes still dancing in that highly attractive way. He also didn’t
answer, so she babbled on in an attempt to explain herself.
“I mean, it’s not
part of the costume. Though, Ivy does have red hair…it’s just…it’s not a wig.”
Then, out of nowhere and just to make her humiliation ten times worse, she
added, “I like your beard.”
Okay. She had no
idea why she gave in to the urge to share that. She dropped her gaze to his big
black boots, to hide the fact that the temperature of her face had skyrocketed
by at least a thousand degrees.
“You do, huh?” His
voice was rougher now, and God, the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
She glanced up. His
grin was wider, a full-blown smile. Wow. He looked good smiling. Like, really
good.
“You want a ride
some place?”
She blinked up at
him. “Um…” For some crazy reason, she wanted to say yes, she wanted to go with
him, this complete stranger, this huge, bearded, mountain man.
Sherilee Gray writes sexy, edgy contemporary romance. Stories full of heat and high emotion, following stubborn characters as they fight against the odds… and their happily ever after. She’s a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful NZ with her husband and their two children. When not writing or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.
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