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Third Time's the Charm (1Night Stand)

1Night Stand

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: STEAMY
Word Count: 40,700
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Twice, Senior Airman Jason Moore let The Fixer, a maniacal bomber who’s fixated on destroying the Pararescue team, slip through his fingers. Last time, he was the hero for holding the killer captive. Now, he’s the goat for letting the guy escape…again.

He’s got it bad….

Every member on the team has found love through Madame Eve, but Jason dreams of hooking up with the sexy FBI agent who stormed in with a warrant for his laptop. He can’t get the curvy Black-Irish federal agent—or the Glock she pointed in his face—out of his thoughts. Ghost, Bobcat, Diz, and Raven, they all say she’s out his league. Handing him Madame Eve’s card, they tell him he needs to get his head out of his...well, you know, and back in the game. Fine, Madame Eve it is.

She’s got it bad....

Special Agent Flynn Carmody has been focused on her career since the day she joined the Bureau. She doesn’t have time for the picket fence, 2.4 kids, or the minivan...or, for that matter, falling in love. She spends every waking moment keeping the country safe. When her partner comments that she’s wound so tight she just might just pop and suggests a one-night stand, she decides he may be right. A single encounter of hot, sweaty, no-strings-attached sex might help relieve her pent-up stress and help her focus on getting her career back on track.

Everything’s going bad....

When Jason and Flynn at last meet, passion explodes—along with almost everything else around them. The Fixer has plans for the couple. After all, he has a reputation to uphold, which means people must die. It’s what he’s paid to do, and he’s very good at his job. But with Flynn at Jason’s side, can they bring the bad guy down and prove Third Time’s the Charm?


He grasped her arm, the sudden intimacy of the contact surprising him, and pulled her flush against him. Oh, how he wanted her, to take her here on the floor, to possess her fully, and give her a night she would never forget.

She stared up at him through sooty lashes, the iciness melting into molten, her body molding to his. With her free hand, she tugged his shirt from his pants. “This is a mistake.”

“You said that.” He let go of her arm to loosen his tie and pulled it over his head.

“I did. And it is.”

Somehow, even with her pistol in one hand, she undid his shirt buttons and shoved the fabric off his shoulders. She eased away, her gaze caressing his bared skin then landing on his pants where his erection pressed painfully against his pants zipper. She licked her lips, and a pent-up moan slipped between her lips, the sound twisting through him.

She shook her head, shifting her gaze to the hallway behind him, and backed up a couple steps. “I just….”

She’s gonna run. He stalked toward her. “You signed up for this, right?”

She retreated farther. “Maybe I shouldn’t have.”

She jolted, the expansive glass wall stopping her retreat. Beyond, the ocean rolled onto the beach, gray-green waters undulating with the breeze, frothing onto the sand.

He arched an eyebrow. “You don’t believe that.”

“I don’t?”

“No.” He stopped a few steps from her, daring to reach out and trail his fingers down her arm. A shiver rippled through her. He set his hands on either side of her head, the glass cool against his palms. Her gaze locked with his, liquid silver swirling in her eyes. “For one night”—he eased closer, dipping his head lower—“you’re mine.”

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