by Tessa Bailey
Her kidnapper still held her hand tightly, but had stooped down to scoop up a pebble off the ground. As she watched in stunned silence, he lobbed the pebble up at the closest window of the building on the other side of the alley.
“What are you doing?”
He held up a finger, smiling when a light illuminated the window. “Wait for it,” he drew out.
When the window flew open on a barked curse, his hand squeezed hers, pulling her closer to his side. Sera stumbled into the crook of his arm, the smell of whiskey and smoke wrapping itself around her like fog. Above them, a white-haired woman in a housecoat appeared at the window, squinting into the darkness and looking less than thrilled by the disturbance.
“Mrs. Petricelli, you’re looking extra beautiful this evening,” her kidnapper shouted. “Sing for us, would ya?”
“You, huh?” She propped a fist on her hip. “This ain’t a free show.”
He slapped his free hand to his chest. “My undying love isn’t enough payment?”
Sera blinked in surprise when the woman began to primp, patting the back of her hair. Her former irritation over the kidnapping turned to intrigue. She couldn’t stop herself from looking up at him, wondering how this playful man had put the fear of God into three men twice his age only moments ago. When she’d gotten her first look at him at the bar, she’d judged him to be older, thanks to the weariness in his eyes. Now, with a roguish grin playing around his mouth, a twinkle replacing the fatigue in his eyes, she changed her earlier assumption. He couldn’t be older than thirty.
Her assessment was interrupted when the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard floated through the alley and arrested her on the spot. Mrs. Petricelli leaned partially out the window, singing an opera song that Sera recognized as Puccini. She wasn’t shy with it, either. With wobbly arms outstretched toward the night sky, her voice rose and fell in such haunting perfection that Sera temporarily stopped breathing. One by one, windows in the building began to slide open, neighbors popping out to listen, joy written on their faces. Having lived in the area for even a short while, she knew that quiet respect was rare among the residents, making their utter silence almost as poignant as Mrs. Petricelli’s song.
She didn’t want the moment to end. Never in her life had she experienced something so spontaneous and wonderful. In all the hours she’d spent in church, listening to choirs sing, nothing she’d ever heard could compare to this. How ironic that it was taking place in a Brooklyn alley that smelled like stale garbage, with a man who had managed to infuriate and attract her within minutes of their acquaintance.
Sera glanced up at him. Instead of watching Mrs. Petricelli, he watched her, as if she were the main attraction. “You’re smiling.”
Her fingers flew up to trace her mouth. She was smiling. “Uh-oh.”
“Yeah. Uh-oh.” His thumb brushed her cheek. “I get that a lot.”
She couldn’t move as he angled his body toward hers, pulling her into the circle of his arms. In that moment, she forgot about her job. About being undercover or the fact that this man was an enigma that needed solving. With opera gilding the cool air around them, the masculine lips descending toward hers became her whole universe. She wanted him to kiss her. Badly. Even suspected it might be the kind of kiss she’d always dreamed of but no one had ever delivered.
The song ended on an abrupt note, breaking the spell. Sera jerked away from him. What is wrong with me? Letting him kiss her would be a mistake. Of that she was positive.
“Thank you,” she called up to Mrs. Petricelli, before racing back toward the kitchen as quickly as her legs could carry her. The door didn’t slam behind her as fast as it should have, telling her she’d been followed. Breath raced in and out of her lungs as she entered the hallway. Just a little farther and she’d be away from him.
A hand curled around her elbow just as she reached the dining room. “Welching on deals in this neighborhood can get you into trouble, Ladybug.” He turned her around, bringing her up hard against his muscular chest. “You’d do well to remember that.”
She couldn’t help it. Her gaze fell to his mouth. “Kissing you seems like worse trouble.”
“Yeah, but it’s the fun kind.” He glided his hand up the back of her neck, gathering her hair into his fingers. Such a proprietary gesture, it gave her pause, feeling a flood of tantalizing heat rush though her system. His eyes flared at whatever he saw taking place on her face and he didn’t waste time taking advantage. Cursing once under his breath, he yanked her up against him and fused their mouths together.
Ohhh. Oh, wow. Sera’s body melted along with her reservations, curves conforming to his hard planes in an effort to get closer. Because of their height difference, her head had fallen back to receive the aggressive kiss, but as his tongue skated across her lips, parting them, she pushed up on her toes and engaged him enthusiastically. A guttural groan met her action, the hand in her hair tightening as he backed her against the hallway wall.
She needed to breathe, but he seemed unwilling to let her do so. Worked for her. Breathing would give her time to think, and even a tiny flash of clarity could talk her out of this and it felt so good. His tongue worked deep inside her mouth, claiming her, leaving no room for protest. Then, oh then, his hips fit to hers and began mimicking the rhythm of his tongue. Slow, measured grinds that were somehow a little frantic at the same time. A thrum built between her legs, becoming unbearable. When she whimpered, he bent his knees and came up more firmly between her thighs, plastering every inch of them together.
Finally, as dizziness set in, his lips left hers. “Jesus,” he grated at her lips. “I said a kiss. You’re begging to be fucked.”
His words barely penetrated the desire still blanketing her mind. Quick rushes of breath seemed to be amplified in her ears as she drew them. “I…I am?”
He searched her eyes for a moment, his regard so intense she nearly missed the hardness pressed against her belly. But once she felt…it…nothing could prevent her face from heating, reddening.
Bowen’s gaze fell to her flushed skin and he released a tortured laugh. “Ah, sweetheart, I don’t fuck around with virgins.” His head dipped, teeth closing around her ear and tugging. “But I’ll get down on my knees and eat that untouched pussy like a motherfucker.”
“Well, shit, Driscol. Looks like you’ve met my new waitress.”
Hogan’s voice brought Sera’s surroundings back to her in a blinding flash. She shoved out from underneath the hard body pinning her to the wall, needing to escape into the dining room before her mortification swallowed her whole. But Hogan’s words halted her in her tracks.
Driscol. She’d heard that name before. Countless times.
When it hit Sera whom exactly she’d just let kiss her within an inch of her life, it took all her willpower not to buckle on the spot.
She’d just made out with Bowen Driscol, recent heir to South Brooklyn’s most ruthless criminal enterprise.
Acknowledgments
To my husband, Patrick, and daughter, Mackenzie, I love you both. I would never have started writing again without your love, support and encouragement.
To Heather Howland, who upon seeing my post in Bailey’s Babes about the possible continuation of HIS RISK TO TAKE, texted me with, “Okay, write me a sequel. Now.” Best text ever.
To my father, who taught me how to play pool as a young girl. Those pool tournaments between you and Pop are some of my best memories. I’ll carry them with me forever.
To Bailey’s Babes, sometimes I think your encouragement is what keeps these characters alive. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
To beautiful, broken boys like Bowen for showing up in books and stealing my heart, until I have no choice but to base an entire series around them, thank you. This is why I write.
About the Author
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Tessa Bailey lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and young daughter. When she isn’t writing or reading ro
mance, she enjoys a good argument and thirty-minute recipes.
www.tessabailey.com
Join Bailey’s Babes!
Sign up for our Steals & Deals newsletter and be the first to hear about new releases from Tessa Bailey and other fantastic Entangled authors!
Reviews help other readers find books. We appreciate all reviews, whether positive or negative. Thank you for reading!
Find out where it all began in the prequel to Tessa Bailey’s exciting new Crossing the Line series…
His Risk to Take
a Line of Duty/Crossing the Line novella by Tessa Bailey
Homicide cop Troy Bennett had a reputation for being fearless until his partner was killed in a raid. Getting involved with reckless, stubbornly independent Ruby Elliott is his biggest fear, but when he discovers a connection between the beautiful pool hustler’s shadowed past and the case he’s working, Troy must fight to keep her in his arms.
Discover Tessa Bailey’s bestselling
Line of Duty series…
Protecting What’s His
a Line of Duty novel by Tessa Bailey
Sassy bartender Ginger Peet just committed the perfect crime. Life-sized Dolly Parton statue in tow, Ginger and her sister flee Nashville. But their new neighbor, straight-laced Chicago homicide cop Derek Tyler, knows something’s up—something big—and he won’t rest until Ginger’s safe…and in his bed for good.
Officer Off Limits
Asking for Trouble
Staking His Claim
Protecting What’s Theirs
Unfixable
For more sexy, suspenseful romance, check out these Entangled titles…
Rules of Protection
by Alison Bliss
Rule breaker Emily Foster just wanted some action on her birthday. Instead she witnessed a mob hit and is whisked into witness protection, with by-the-book Special Agent Jake Ward as her chaperone. They end up deep in the Texas backwoods. The city-girl might be safe from the Mafia, but now she has to contend with a psychotic rooster, a narcoleptic dog, crazy cowboys, and the danger of losing her heart to the one man she can’t have. But while Jake’s determined to keep her out of the wrong hands, she’s determined to get into
Honor Reclaimed
by Tonya Burrows
An interview with a runaway Afghani child bride lands photojournalist Phoebe Leighton in the middle of an arms deal. Forming an unlikely alliance with a ragtag team of mercenaries, she meets Seth Harlan, a former Marine sniper with PTSD. He ignites passions within her she thought long dead, but she’s hiding a secret that could destroy him. Racing against the clock, Seth, Phoebe, and the rest of HORNET struggle to stop a ruthless warlord bent on power, revenge…and death.
Convicted
by Dee Tenorio
Retired Marine and new Sheriff’s Deputy Cade Evigan is on a mission to weed out a violent motorcycle crew from a small mountain town. Deep cover DEA Agent Katrina Killian is the last person he needs to fall for—especially when she appears to be one of the criminals he’s out to take down. Unable to risk either of their lives with the truth, Katrina has to play both ends against the middle to keep Cade safe. But lies can only last so long and her time has just run out…
Alive at 5
by Linda Bond
When Samantha’s mentor dies while skydiving, she suspects he was murdered. Her investigative instincts lead her to irresistibly gorgeous Zack Hunter. An undercover police officer, Zack is investigating his uncle’s diving death with the same adventure vacation company. He doesn’t want Samantha’s help because he’s terrified of being responsible for a partner again. Still, Samantha’s persistence is quite a turn-on, and he finds it harder and harder to stay away from her. But when the killer turns his attention to Zack, Samantha could be the only one who can save him.
