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Jeanie London
Going all Out ... red letter nights ...
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Jeanie London
Going all Out
... red letter
nights
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The best things in life come out of the blue ...
Late one night, Lucas Russell gets the surprise of his life. A beautiful - and sexy - woman drops into his backyard. What else can he do but play knight in shining armour to rescue Bree Addison? And since he's wearing just a towel at the time ... well things move from surprising to steamy very quickly.
While their fling is thrilling and sensual Lucas knows that Bree's got secrets, but her distracting suggestions are preventing him from discovering them. Worse still, this affair has a time limit. How can he convince her to trust him enough to confess when he's got one foot out the door? But just as it seems all is lost, Lucas gets a little help from an unexpected source.
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LIFE MIGHT NOT HAVE dealt Bree Addison a royal flush in wealth or circumstance, but it had dealt her enough high cards to play toward a winning hand. Intelligence. Decent looks. Ambition. Lately she'd been playing every one.
And while walking home tonight after her shift at Toujacques - New Orleans's premier casino - Bree could feel she was on the verge of pulling an ace from the deck.
Life had also dealt her stellar instincts. She had an internal alarm that could sense trouble from across Lake Pontchartrain.
The trick was paying attention.
So when she realized a car was following her, Bree took the alarm shrieking inside her head very seriously.
As if emphasizing her sudden awareness of danger, the moon slipped behind a cloud, throwing the street into shadow along the lengthy stretch between street lamps. She caught a heel on the uneven sidewalk and stumbled.
Grabbing the hem of her cocktail dress, she managed to catch herself and regain her balance before going down, but the effort left her pulse spiking hard.
The car drove along barely in her periphery, and she wondered how she could have missed it. How long had she been waltzing down these streets, so filled with good fortune at being named one of the two women under consideration for the promotion to Toujacques' head VIP hostess job that she hadn't noticed what was happening around her?
Bree didn't know, and she didn't like not knowing. It meant she'd been ignoring her instincts, never a smart thing in the best of circumstances.
Three in the morning in New Orleans's French Quarter didn't qualify as the best of circumstances ...
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