Midnight (Night Fever Serial Book 2.5)

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by Hawkins, Jessica


  TITLES BY JESSICA HAWKINS

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  THE CITYSCAPE SERIES

  Come Undone (#1)

  Come Alive (#2)

  Come Together (#3)

  Strictly Off Limits: A Forbidden Romance Novella

  NIGHT FEVER SERIAL

  Night Fever (1)

  Night Call (2)

  Midnight (2.5)

  Night Moves (3)

  Night Edge (4)

  NIGHT MOVES

  (NIGHT FEVER SERIAL 3)

  She should’ve known better than to fall for the devil.

  Beau thought getting his power back from Lola meant he’d won the game, but all he did was teach her how to play. Now, she’s ready to take on the master himself, and only she knows the rules.

  In order for Lola to get close enough to hurt him, she has to love him. It won’t be easy to love the devil, but it will be worth it—if it means sending him to hell where he belongs.

  Chapter One

  Present day

  Lola’s heels clicked against the hallway’s hardwood floors like the countdown of a ticking time bomb. Windows lined one side, and the rising sun striped the opposite wall with sharp-cornered shadows. The house, square between the curves of the Hollywood Hills, was renowned for its modern design. But Lola didn’t see the appeal in a home that echoed her every movement. To her, it was a shell—beautiful on the outside, hollow on the inside. Just like its owner.

  She crossed the foyer on her way to the kitchen. At the entryway table, under the garish Montgolfier chandelier, she stopped to center a vase of Calla lilies—amongst such perfection, the slightest flaw glared. She slid a flower out of the arrangement and dragged her fingertip up its stem, bending it nearly to the point of snapping. Even the house’s feminine touches were stiff. Lola had once loved Calla lilies, especially the purple-hearted ones like this that were edged in white. But she’d learned to be wary of anything that thrived in such barren surroundings.

  “You’re up early,” she heard from behind her.

  Lola replaced the flower, slipping it back into its spot, and turned around. Beau leaned in the doorway, his suit straight and sharp, a newspaper folded under his arm.

  She went to him. “I wanted to say good morning before you left.”

  He checked his watch. “By the skin of your teeth.”

  She smiled thinly. Beau was punctual. That was no surprise. But when she’d fantasized about spending a morning with him, it hadn’t been anything like this—scrounging for extra minutes. Not that it really mattered.

  She put slinky arms around his neck, drew his head down to hers. “Are you hungry? I can make you something quick.”

  “What do you think?” His voice deepened as he rested a hand on her lower back, at the base of her zipper. “I’m a man who hasn’t eaten in almost three weeks.”

  Lola lingered a moment, their mouths close, prolonging a kiss that wasn’t just a kiss. It was a sneak preview. A tease. A warning. She pressed her lips to his like a woman who didn’t want her boyfriend to walk out the door. Like a woman in love.

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Jessica Hawkins grew up between the purple mountains and under the endless sun of Palm Springs, California. She studied international business at Arizona State University and has also lived in Costa Rica and New York City. To her, the most intriguing fiction is forbidden, and that’s what you’ll find in her stories. Currently, she resides wherever her head lands, which is often the unexpected (but warm) keyboard of her trusty MacBook.

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  COPYRIGHT

  Cover Photo © NecipYanmaz

  Midnight (Night Fever Serial 2.5) All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system without the prior written permission of the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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