Finder
Fees
by
Kelly Gendron
Genre:
Adult/ Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 14th, 2014
Hosted
by: Book Enthusiast Promotions (http://bookenthusiastpromotions.com)
When you find her, there are a few things you need to
remember. She’s smart and manipulative. She knows how to protect herself. She’s
beautiful and she’ll use it to her advantage. But, Mr. Renton, the most
important thing to remember… is that she’s mine.”
J.T. Renton is worth
millions. He wants for nothing. When he finds Sloan Mathis, he has to have her.
Problem is she belongs to another, and J.T.’s not about taking another guy’s
girl. But the idea that he can’t have her. Well, it just makes the challenge
driven, J.T. Renton want his latest find that much more.
Finder Fees ~ A TroubleMaker Novel
J.T. Renton is what you
might call a Finder. But the one thing this former bounty hunter no longer
finds is people. That is until he’s offered a finder fee he just can’t resist.
What J.T. doesn’t know is his latest find comes with a hidden fee, one that
could end up costing J.T. his well-guarded heart.
Sloan Mathis is on the run
from her dangerous ex. So when she encounters J.T. Renton, it takes her a
second to realize the arrogant, sexy, and oh-so-frustrating Finder has actually
mistaken Sloan for her twin sister. And to uncover what’s going on with her
gone missing sister, Sloan lets J.T. believe that he’s found what he’s been
looking for.
Kelly
resides in a quiet suburb somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls, NY. Her
day job? Kelly's worked in the healthcare field for years, representing a group
of reputable nursing facilities in the WNY area. She's been faithfully writing
for three years. However, she wrote her first book ten years ago but had to put
it down to raise her son as a single mom. When her son got a little older, she
was able to pick it back up. That's when she settled into her newly married
life and started to seriously write again. She's dabbled with Romantic Suspense
stories, but recently she's been on a contemporary kick. The recipe for the men
in her stories: a dash of bad boy attitude, a cup of strong and confident and,
of course, besides being packed with magnificent bodies, and doused with
shameless aptitudes, they must have a tender heart you want to rip out of the
pages (or your e-Reader) and take to bed with you at night.
“I-I can’t
believe you just walked out here butt-ass naked.”
“Why?” His
eyelids lift. “What do I have to be ashamed of?”
“Uh…” Does
he really want me to answer that?
“Besides,”
he says, the side of his mouth turning up, “it ain’t like you haven’t been
imaging what I look like butt-ass naked.”
“In your
dreams,” I hiss. Powerless, I steal another glimpse of the muscles rippling
down his arms, his flat stomach, and his strong legs. Hot damn, he’s perfect.
“Precisely
where I’ve been, huh?”
“Yeah,
right.” I stand up from the bed, my strength weakening.
“That’s not
what you were mumbling in my ear last night,” he says, readjusting the towel
around his sculptured waist.
“Hey, I was
perfectly fine on the floor. You didn’t have to pick me up and put me in bed
with you.”
“Just as I
thought.” He shakes his head and takes a few steps toward me.
“What’s
that?” I turn a bit to the left to move away from the unsafe bed.
“You were
awake when I did that, and you still had no fight in ya to stop me. Admit it.
You wanted to sleep with me. Those sexy legs of yours wanted nothing more than
to wrap themselves around my body, and as for your hands…” His eyebrow curves.
“Are you gonna deny where they were wandering to—”
“Now I know
you’re full of shit! My hands didn’t wander anywhere.”
“No, but
mine did, and there was no fight in ya to stop me then either.”
“Ew!” I
don’t remember sleeping with him. But, hell, if I’d been awake, my frisky hands
would’ve been all over him. “Fuck off,” I lurch, utterly frustrated.
“Now let’s
not start throwing that word around, ‘cause standing here in nothing but a
towel with you wanting what you want…” he says, shaking his head. “Well, I
can’t promise that boyfriend of yours will be too happy to hear about you, me,
and the eff word all summed up into one.”
“You’re an—”
“Yes, I know.”
He waves me off. “I’m an arrogant ass, but hey, I get it. You want me, but you
belong to someone else.” He shrugs and grins. “It happens.”
My hands
ball into tight fists at my sides. “I belong to no one!”
“You do,
Sloan, whether you want to admit it or not. You’re his.” He presses closer, and
my back hits the wall. “And be thankful for it.” He lifts his hands and places
them on the wall, trapping me. “See, the fact is…” His eyes roll down my body,
then slowly saunter back up, “That’s the only thing stopping me from stripping
your clothes off, slamming you against this wall, and fucking you hard.” He
leans in, and my entire being shakes from the inside out. “It’s all that’s
stopping me from making every bone in your body ache for me, and every muscle ache
because of me. And let me tell ya, by the time I got through with you…” He
pauses again, his lips slightly parted, his head tilting closer. “You’d
certainly belong to someone, because I’d make you completely mine.”
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