Dead or Alive (1Night Stand series)

1Night Stand Series 19

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 15,000
1 Ratings (4.0)

Rhykar Evierse has been on the Most Wanted list for years. His attempts to expose the evil deeds of Vast Innovations’ founder, Mertan Graiton, has landed him on the wrong end of the law—and on the wrong end of a sexy bounty hunter’s pistol. Now, Rhykar’s wanted for a murder he didn’t commit. Desperate to clear his name, he contacts the one woman who can save him. He hopes she’ll give him one night to prove himself. When Selea Val’keer receives Rhykar’s call for help, anger and lust rip through her. How can she be attracted to a criminal? Unable to resist, she accepts his invitation to meet through Madame Evangeline’s 1Night Stand service. But what will she do when she sees him again—kiss him or shoot him?

Dead or Alive (1Night Stand series)
1 Ratings (4.0)

Dead or Alive (1Night Stand series)

1Night Stand Series 19

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 15,000
1 Ratings (4.0)
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“So, what’s the plan here, Rhykar?” She glanced from the huge window to the door and back to him. “No way out.”

“I came to you for help.” He allowed his gaze to wander over her, taking in her rumpled clothing, disheveled hair. The package was more alluring than the daydreams of their first kiss. Gods, he’d hoped for more than this. “I go out there, I’m dead. I stay here, you’ll have to shoot me cause I’m not going in willfully. Seems either way I’m finished.”

“So, what then?”

His attention landed on her swollen, wet lips and his body answered for him. “Strip.”

Her eyes widened, astonishment surfacing her face. “What?”

He brandished the pistol. “Strip.”

She frowned, but with a slight shrug, her long coat slipped from her shoulders and crumpled to the floor. Beneath, dark pants hugged her hips and a tight, green shirt accentuated delicious dips and curves. Rhykar stared. Gods, she was really going to do it.

Stepping toward him, she gave him a sexy smile that sent his heart pounding and his body pulsing. He could forgive that she wanted to take him in, that she’d bit him. At this moment, he could forgive her anything.

Pivoting, she bent her knees in an evocative pose. He watched, mesmerized as she licked her lips and then slapped her hand against her rounded bottom. She smirked, and with a quick twist, she spun around, her foot connecting with his wrist, sending the pistol flying. Before he could react, she snagged the weapon midair and pointed it at him, a cool smile on her mouth.

He tilted his head and grimaced. “Now what, Selea?”

She arched a brow. “Strip.”

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