Lady Wicked
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The rumor mill, however, was a whole different affair. Wicked Entertainment had developed a fabulous reputation for being the people to go to if you wanted to stage an event, not that any amount of cash would help get a ticket to their own private events.
And she had a ticket; the most covetable ticket in the whole of LA.
It didn’t matter how it had happened, how they had noticed her amongst a city of beauties. It didn’t matter at all; she was going to the Masquerade.
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Sabrina Vance writes erotic romance. You can find out more about her titles via her Facebook page or Twitter @SabbyVance and at www.sabrinavance.com
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Anna’s got the guy of her dreams who is as fun out of the bedroom as he is in it. She just wishes he'd pay a bit more attention to her and spend a few less hours in the office. When Josh comes up with a plan to ensure Anna gets what she needs, will she accept his crazy plan?
“I need a favor,” Josh said.
“Shoot.”
“I cancelled on Anna again.”
John tore another chunk out of the apple, chewed and swallowed. “Are you a fucking idiot? Is that the fourth time?”
“Third. And, yes, I’m a fucking idiot, but with a crisis to deal with.”
“What’s the favor?”
“Can you take Anna out tonight? Her favorite band is playing their going away tour and this is the last chance she’ll see them. I have to catch a plane in two hours and I won’t be back until late tomorrow.”
“Who’s the band?”
“Steel Rose.”
John rocked back on his chair and tossed the paper down. “No way. Anna got tickets to Steel Rose? Man, I saw them in Madison Square Garden years ago and they were awesome. I couldn’t get tickets.”
“More your thing than mine, I’ll admit. She has a spare ticket now I can’t go and she’ll be crushed if she doesn’t see them. Plus she hates going out on her own.”
“So you want me to take her?”
“Yes.”
“Like a date?”
“Uh...”
John was playing with him now. “Do I get to kiss her at the end of the night?”
“No.” Josh cuffed him softly on the ear as he passed by to pour himself a coffee from the pot, turning back with raised eyebrows.
John tossed the apple in the trash, a wicked smile playing on his face. His brother was easy to wind up, always quick to a temper. “I suppose getting laid is out of the question.”
A flash of anger crossed Josh’s face. “Damn straight.”
It was only made worse for Josh, and more amusing for John, because the first time Anna had met John, she’d mistook him for Josh, ran up to him, thrown her arms around him and kissed him passionately, one hand travelling down to cup his ass and pull him into her, rotating her hips slightly into the erection that suddenly sprang up between them. She’d blushed red from head to toe when she’d realized her mistake and nearly choked when John had announced she was ‘a keeper’. Josh had tempered his anger, laughing off the mistake but Anna hadn’t stopped apologizing until Josh had pulled her to one side and kissed all the ‘sorry’s!’ out of her and just to be sure, had fucked them right out of her later that night.
“Shame. Sure, I’ll take her. Just let me know when to pick her up.”
“Thanks, bro’.” Josh punched him on the shoulder, leaving John wince. He wasn’t altogether sure Josh was being playful, or more letting him know that he’d get his face pounded if he so much as laid a finger on Anna, which was a shame, because she was so fucking hot he could barely look at her sometimes without getting a raging hard-on. Now he thought about it, he wasn’t so much looking forward to seeing Steel Rose as spending the evening with Anna. He’d had a few sleepless nights thinking about the way she’d kissed him, and his immediate response to her. He and Josh had always been attracted to similar women, but somehow they’d managed to avoid falling for the same woman. It took all his strength to hold back each time he saw her, but he was his brother’s biggest fan and he wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize Josh’s relationship, no matter how much he wanted to rip Anna’s clothes off and bury himself far inside her.