Rogue
Deadliest Lies #1
By Michele
Mannon
Genre: Sexy Romantic Suspense
Release
Date: August
2, 2016
Synopsis
My lover is dead.
And they think I killed him.
I'm running rogue. Hell bent on both revenge and redemption. Whatever it takes, I'm going to finish a job that began nine months ago. An unauthorized assignment that turned horribly, devastatingly wrong.
My miscalculation.
And they think I killed him.
I'm running rogue. Hell bent on both revenge and redemption. Whatever it takes, I'm going to finish a job that began nine months ago. An unauthorized assignment that turned horribly, devastatingly wrong.
My miscalculation.
My fault.
My heart left
shattered into incomplete pieces which will never wholly fit back together
again.
But first I have to
outsmart my former organization and the hired killer they've sent after me; a
ghost from my past who knows my every move, who’s been inside my head, my
heart, my dreams and memories: Jaxson.
I'm the traitor,
Kylie. The rogue mercenary, Jaxson's newest assignment.
And this is our love story.
And this is our love story.
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Excerpt
Warning ~ Spice Level HOT
Kylie and Jaxson are on the run and things get a
bit wild.
Terrific. He’s going to flirt with me and tease
me to death.
“You up for a challenge?”
“It depends on what it is.”
“Smart girl. How about I give you a play by
play? Then you can either tell me to fuck off or to go for it.”
“What if I tell you to fuck off right now?” I
sweetly ask.
He chuckles. “It’s your dime, fireball. Your
call.”
I arch my eyebrows. He’s got this naughty,
devilish look in his eyes and, God knows, not only should I resist him but I
should roll myself out of our hiding place and run as fast as my legs will
carry me into the woods.
“If this will help me survive Hell Camp, I’m up
for a challenge,” I hear myself say.
“Believe me, it’s going to be a lesson in
restraint for me as well. So here’s the deal. I wanna tease that sweet pussy of
yours. Fuck you with my fingers. See how quiet you can be, how still you can
be, how in control you can be when all hell is breaking loose around you. A
shame I can’t lick you like I want. We’ll save that for a better time.
What do you say?”
What do I say? I open, close then open my mouth.
Nothing comes out. Not “Yes, make me come beneath this decomposing tree while
Hayden’s hellions run amuck around us.” Not “No, how about courting me with a
few flowers first? Or at the very least, getting me tipsy on a bottle of good
wine?”
I swallow hard. “I say this is you being
unpredictable. Go figure.”
His hand slides downward and across my belly.
“Don’t you dare,” I whisper.
“Oh, I dare. But . . . do you?”
“Seriously?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for days. Fuck,
since you sank that knife into my thigh.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. Hating that memory.
Jesus. He’s lost his freaking mind right along
with me losing mine.
“Listen. You think I haven’t noticed the way
you’ve been eye-fucking me? Damn, I love the way you bite then lick your lip
while you think I don’t know that you’re watching me.” His hand moves across my
lower abdomen, the tips of his fingers sliding beneath the waistband of my
sweatpants and my panties.
“Jaxson who?” I reply. Yeah, right. I’ve had
eye-gasms over him for weeks.
This is crazy. Beyond crazy . . . insane. My
whole experience at Hell Camp, the fights, the knives, is surreal. One
adventure after another. Nothing prepared me for him. The pad of his pointer
finger flickers over my nub, tempting me. I think, Why not give into this wild
need to go a little nuts? Besides, I’m with the right man to push me over the
edge—literally. Just looking at him . . . oh my . . .
He’s curled a finger inside my folds.
The bony part of his palm rubs across my
sensitive hood.
And I’m wet, and growing wetter with each subtle
caress.
“Bend your leg and put it up on my outer thigh.”
I stare at him like he’s talking gibberish.
“I need this as much as you do.” He grins like a
madman, a daredevil, a man who can steal your breath away then have you begging
he steal more of it. And just like that, I’m a goner.
I bend, lift my leg, and anchor it on top of his
thigh. “Stop . . . talking. Or they’ll hear you,” I whisper, my tone hoarse
with excitement.
Naughty. Oh so naughty, and I want it.
“Fireball,” he murmurs, “I’m going to be
struggling right along with you not to give our hiding spot away. I promise you
that.”
“Misery loves company,” I add, then moan as he
thrusts a digit into my slick channel.
“The best kind of misery.”
Slowly, so very slowly, he slides his finger in
and out, and I’m in heaven. I feel his thumb pressing into my nub as his finger
drags along the walls of my channel.
“You’re wet but tight,” he breathes into my ear,
“I’m going to work another finger inside. Nod if that’s okay.”
“Do it,” I demand.
As promised, he pushes a second in alongside the
first. Slowly at first, then quickening the pace. I can’t help but tilt my hips
along with each stroke. It’s not long before I feel the climax building up
inside me.
I moan.
“Coming,” he whispers so quietly, I barely catch
his question.
“Almost. Sweet Mary . . .”
“No. They’re coming. Footsteps.” He winks at me,
rolling his thumb once again over my sensitive hood while his fingers plunge
into me and withdraw. Once. Twice. Three times. Until my body is shaking with
need.
I jerk at the sound of a voice close by. “The
trail Jaxson left behind was goddamn amateurish. Like he wants us to find him.
He’s around here somewhere.”
My eyebrows lift high enough to touch the tree
overhead.
His smirk is full of mischief.
And, holy sweet Mary, if his tongue is anything
like his fingers . . . I clamp my lips shut, holding back my moan. Yes, oh yes.
“Check around.”
No, oh no.
“Over here,” someone shouts at the same time I
arch my hips toward Jaxson and pray that the mewing sound going off in my head
doesn’t work its way out of my mouth.
I struggle to keep quiet, to still my movements,
to not give us away. And I curse Jaxson for putting me in this situation, for
masterfully bringing me to the edge, to make me want to shout out my climax,
only to have to dig deep not to do so.
My eyes meet his, and without my making a sound,
I crest. My pleasure clear as day in what has to be the most blissful
expression known to womankind. Which, I silently gasp, is reflected in the
hottest look known to mankind that crosses over his face.
Sweet mother of God. This man is going to be the
death of me.
“That was fucking beautiful.”
I blush. “Shhh. They’ll hear you.”
“They’re gone, off on a wild-goose chase. I ran
ahead and planted a few less-than-subtle trail marks. Still, we better head
back.” He removes his hand from beneath my sweatpants, shifts my leg off his
thigh, and rolls out from beneath the tree. I squeeze my eyes shut, briefly,
disbelieving what I’ve just done, then slide out after him.
He offers me a hand up.
“You’re insane,” I mumble.
“And you’re beautiful.”
Meet
the Author
Michele Mannon creates characters who are far
from perfect; who are likely to be knee-deep in trouble, heart-first in love
and at wits’ end when life unexpectedly, unequivocally turns to hell. Her debut
series, Worth the Fight, received two Romantic Times Magazine Top Picks.
Her new sexy romantic suspense series with St. Martin’s Press, Deadliest Lies, releases in August 2016, beginning with ROGUE, a story about what happens when your own organization sends a hit man after you mistakenly, heart-wrenchingly kill your lover.
Michele lives in Pennsylvania but likes traveling to exotic places, including the NJ shore. She’s fond of Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Lattes, quick-witted, Irish-accented men, a good story, and lots and lots of laughter.
Her new sexy romantic suspense series with St. Martin’s Press, Deadliest Lies, releases in August 2016, beginning with ROGUE, a story about what happens when your own organization sends a hit man after you mistakenly, heart-wrenchingly kill your lover.
Michele lives in Pennsylvania but likes traveling to exotic places, including the NJ shore. She’s fond of Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Lattes, quick-witted, Irish-accented men, a good story, and lots and lots of laughter.
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