Too Much to Lose
Dirty Little Secrets Series
by Samantha Holt
Genre – Contemporary Romance
Length (Pages/# Words) - 75000
~Synopsis~
Have you ever been so desperate you made a decision that would haunt you
forever?
Jess has.
She became a porn star.
Jess is on the run from her past. She has no friends, no life. She tries
to forget everything that happened to her all those years ago. After changing
her image, leaving her home and getting a new job, she’s determined it won’t
happen again. If that means never being close to anyone ever again, then so be
it.
If only Hunter O’Reilly didn’t make her wish things could be different.
Hunter needs this job. After being screwed over by his partner—make that
ex-partner—his investigation business
is on the line. Already in debt, he eagerly takes on the job of finding some
stolen money at triple his going rate and all leads point in Jess’s direction.
He expects problems at that price. But he doesn’t expect to fall for her.
However, no job is ever that simple. When he’s forced to spend more time
with her, the lines between business and pleasure are blurred. And once Jess’s
life comes under threat, they have to make a decision, can they both overcome
Jess’s past?
~Excerpt ~
“If you’re in trouble, I know some people who can help.”
“I’m not in trouble. Really,
I’m not. I mean who would want to kill me? I know bankers aren’t exactly
popular—” she lets loose a shaky laugh “—but I’m harmless.”
Harmless? Not sure about that.
Jess sends my heart racing, makes my skin clammy. She’s driving me insane.
Harmless? No way.
“What do you want me to do?” I
ask.
“Do?”
“Shall I stick around?”
“Oh. No, you don’t need to do
that.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I’m fine. Seriously. Thank
you for today. You must be tired and I bet your side hurts.”It does, but I’m
not going to admit to that. “It’s fine.”
“Look about that kiss....”
“That was my fault.”
“I kissed you.”
“You did.” I can’t resist
letting my mouth curve upwards. She kissed me, but I don’t know if that’s a bad
or a good thing. While my pride basks in it, the voice inside that keeps
pulling at my gut wants to scream at her to run while she still can. I’m no
good for her. “But I kissed you back,” I point out. “And I should not have
been... er... touching you out there.”
She draws her bottom lip
between her teeth. “It’s okay.”
Hell, how do those two tiny
words send an arrow of need straight to my cock? It’s okay that I was kissing
her? Or touching her up? It’s okay that I want her so badly I nearly bent her
over my bike to fuck her?
Before I can dwell on it
anymore and make an even bigger fool of myself, I get to my feet. “Will you let
me stay?”
“I don’t think so. It’s too
risky.”
A hard knot forms in my
throat. I’m more dangerous to her than a crazed gunman it seems. She might be
right. If—when—I find that money, her whole life is going to come crashing
down.
“Don’t answer the door to
anyone. Be careful. Call me if you need me. In fact, call me tomorrow.” She
follows me to the door. “Please?” I add as uncertainty dashes across her face.
Jess opens the door and I step
out. “I’ll call you,” she says when I turn to face her.
“Promise?”
She rolls her eyes and her
mouth curves. “I promise.”
Those lush lips snare my
attention and my own smile drops. My skin feels hot and itchy, my pulse urgent.
This is insane. I rest an arm against the door frame, my feet still firmly
planted on the other side of the threshold and bring my mouth slowly down on
hers. She softens but doesn’t touch me. We’re divided by the invisible line
between the corridor and her room. I can’t help thinking of it as symbolic.
We’re divided by secrets and lies.
Not that any of that matters
once our lips connect. I swear I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman so much.
Kisses are about the end game. But not with Jess. I want to drown in her
kisses, to kiss her all day and see if I ever tire of them. I suspect it’s
unlikely.
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