by Nikki Sloane
“Hey,” I said softly, nudging him awake.
“Hey,” he mumbled back.
“So, uh, Payton’s in the living room.”
Logan rolled slowly onto his back, blinking his sleepy eyes at me, still not really awake.
“She got fired from the club last night.”
His eyes went clear and he launched upright, fully awake. “Payton was working at the club?”
“Apparently, and she thinks you’re the reason she got fired. Why’s that?”
“She must have gone in,” he said on a whisper, “when we canceled last night.” It was like he was thinking out loud.
His phone rang on the nightstand, the screen flashing an impossibly long number, and Logan’s alarm grew when he glanced at it. I could barely hear him over the ringtone.
“Oh, shit, Evie,” he said. “I think I did something I shouldn’t have.”
To be continued . . .
THANK YOU
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To my awesome husband. You are the fucking best.
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To my beta reader Robin Bateman for your amazing notes and fantastic support.
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To my editor Lori Whitwam for your hard work, putting up with my overuse of the word “that,” and your enthusiasm for the book.
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To my publicist Neda Amini for enduring my random questions, for helping me find an audience, and everything else you did to give this dirty book a great launch.
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To my best friend Amanda (don’t you dare call her Mandy) for showing me that my ending needed tweaking when you ran a kick-ass Chicago Marathon.
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To my former boss Adam for blowing off the meeting I spent months preparing for, so you could go get a massage the Friday before your race weekend. When I needed to introduce Logan’s character in an asshole way, I instantly thought of you.
THREE HARD LESSONS
I am the woman men pay thousands of dollars to fuck. I do what I love and what I’m so very good at.
Then, he walks in and drops $30,000. He wants to talk. And kiss. And take me home.
In a single night, this man turns everything upside-down and has me breaking every rule I’ve lived by to keep men at a distance. I’m about to learn some lessons the hard way.
Don’t tease him. Don’t give him boundaries. And don’t think you get a choice in who you love.
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Coming late Spring 2015
IF YOU ENJOYED THE BOOK
What had originally started as a novella and bloomed into a full-length novel, then a series, has been an absolute joy to write--one I could not stop, much like a drug. Thank you so much for taking the time to read Evie and Logan's story. If you enjoyed it, would you be so kind as to let other readers know via an Amazon review or on Goodreads? Just a few words can help an author tremendously and are always appreciated!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nikki Sloane fell into graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is married and has two sons, writes both romantic suspense and dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.
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COPYRIGHT
Text copyright © 2015 by Nikki Sloane
Cover photography © Shutterstock Images
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 publisher.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Thank You
Three Hard Lessons
Enjoyed the Book
About the Author
Copyright
