LEGAL HEAT
Legal Heat series, Book 1
Samhain Publishing
Passion
this hot should be illegal.
Katy Sinclair made it to the brink of
partnership at her high-powered law firm with hard work, dogged determination,
and the ruthless self-discipline to cultivate a conservative public image. But
when she follows an evasive witness into a sex club, she can’t deny herself a
red-hot sexual encounter with the seductive bartender who sets her body on
fire. She’s sure no one will ever know about her indiscretion —until she walks
into the courtroom to find her dirty little secret is the opposing counsel in
the most important case of her career.
As the managing partner in a struggling law
firm, hot-shot attorney Mark Richards can’t afford any mistakes that might cost
him his biggest client. Like getting involved with his beautiful, determined
opponent—the mystery woman he hasn’t been able to forget. But when Katy’s quest
for justice leads to death threats, Mark will sacrifice everything to protect
her.
Now they’re risking their hearts…and their
lives…in a race to catch a killer. Little do they know, the greatest danger
lies closer to home.
Warning:
This book contains explicit sex, light bondage, violence, murder, steamy
shenanigans in the courtroom, naughty sexytimes in the boardroom, and an
exceptionally hot hero with a versatile tie. Any objections will be overruled.
BARELY UNDERCOVER
Legal Heat series, Book 2: James and
Lana
Samhain Publishing
With
passion at full throttle, there’s no turning back.
When private investigator Lana Parker
follows a dangerous biker into an underground sex club, James Hunter is the
last man she expects to see. But there he is, all dark looks and chiseled
charms, ready to break her heart all over again.
Danger is the name of the game for an
undercover cop. And the last thing James wants is for the fiery beauty to come
anywhere near the notorious biker gang he’s trying to take down. Yet Lana has
no intention of giving up her case, which means he’ll have to keep her close to
keep her safe. A risky proposition—especially when their blazing sexual
chemistry reignites an unforgettable passion.
But when a dark terror emerges from the
past, Lana goes on the run…and James gives up everything to save her. Backed
into a corner, Lana must face her fears, including the one thing that frightens
her most…her overwhelming feelings for the man whose searing glance sparks her
most hidden desires, the man she should not trust, but cannot resist.
Warning:
The book contains violence, explicit sex, light bondage, heavy swearing,
motorcycle sexytimes, bad-ass biker naughtytimes, and an exceptionally hot hero
who will get down and dirty anywhere but under the covers.
BARELY UNDERCOVER EXCERPT:
A shiver
coursed up Lana’s spine, and she shook her head to loosen her tongue. “I’m
meeting someone.”
Rex’s rough,
gravelly voice deepened. “Right now, you’re meeting me.” His gaze crawled over
her, unleashing a wave of cockroaches under her skin. By the time his eyes
returned to her face, a cold, sticky sweat covered her body.
With all the
faux bravado she could muster, she gave him a tight smile and took a step back.
“And…the meeting is over. Nice to meet you. Goodbye.”
His arm shot
out, grabbing her shoulder, holding her in place. “Usually when I see a cop, I
get an itch in my trigger finger. I look at you and I get an itch somewhere
else. Ditch the boyfriend. One night with me and you’ll forget he exists.”
An itch? She
suspected it might have to do more with his extramarital affairs and visits to
the Seymour Street brothels than a desire to hump and pump with a curvy redhead
in a dirty cop costume. Talk about putting a girl off.
Rex smiled,
all nicotine-stained teeth and ashtray breath. “Yeah. I can see it in your
eyes. You know what I’m talking about.”
What did he
see exactly? Fear? Disgust? Or her desperate need to find the number for the
local STD clinic?
Lana gave
him a vacant smile as she considered her options. Option #1: Find a
boyfriend. Heart thumping, she looked around the bar for a
pseudoboyfriend—someone big, strong and sufficiently threatening. No one
measured up except…maybe…Master Tony? She raked her eyes over the tall, broad
frame of the club’s owner, but when he turned to greet someone at the door, she
gave a little sigh. He had been less than pleased the last time she’d sneaked
into the club. She doubted he would help her once he discovered she’d sneaked
in again.
Option
#2: Run. Excellent option. Lana wrenched herself from Rex’s grasp and took
a step toward the door.
Damn.
Three
bikers, two wearing the Hades patch, and one so young he had to be a prospect,
were making their way through the crowd toward Rex. Blocking her path.
Lana’s pulse
pounded in her ears. Rex was bad enough. But four bikers? It was almost like
being back in the Wolverines’ clubhouse with Levi all over again.
The tallest
of the three had swept back his long, dark hair and tied it at nape of his neck
in a ponytail. Dark eyes, olive skin and a broad, hard body to match the strong
planes of his striking face. Yum…even though he was a biker.
“Ryder.” Rex
shook the hand of Mr. Deep, Dark and Delicious.
Ryder’s gaze
flicked to Lana. He tilted his head to the side, giving her first a considered
look, and then a sympathetic smile. He turned back to Rex. “I thought we were
here for a meeting, not to pick up fender fluff.”
Lana
grimaced at the backhanded compliment. She knew the slang. He thought she was
pretty. Anything less and she would have been a “fender bunny” or even worse, a
“mattress cover”.
Lucky her.
Well, at least he hadn’t made fun of her hair. Usually men made some reference
to the inferno on her head—Carrots, Ginger Snap, Big Red, Fire Bush, Rusty,
Copper Top, Flame Brain, Matchstick Head or her current favorite, Red Zilla.
“You know what
they say, ‘red in the head, fire in the bed’.” The second biker, a
barrel-chested thick-necked bruiser with crazy dreadlocks gave her a lascivious
wink and an oh-so-enticing crotch grab.
“Good one,
Bones.” Rex thumped the thick-necked thug on the back. “I was thinking that
myself.”
Lana rolled
her eyes. Oh ha-ha-ha. So funny. As if she hadn’t heard that one before. Some
day she’d meet a man who could insult her hair with some originality.
“Leave the
girl alone. We’ve got a meeting to get underway.” Ryder gave her a wink and
stepped to the side, clearing her path to the door.
Rex gripped
Lana’s arm just as she took her first step to freedom. “You jealous, Ryder?
Been a long time since you had a back warmer.”
“Maybe he’s
bent.” The prospect, a blond Adonis who looked like he should be playing high
school football instead of pledging to join a biker gang, gave Rex an
obsequious smile and was rewarded with a slap to the head.
“You’re an
idiot, Kickstand,” Rex growled. “You don’t disrespect a full-patch brother when
you don’t even have the right to breathe without his permission.”
Kickstand
stumbled into Lana from the force of the blow, knocking her off balance and out
of Rex’s grasp. With incredible dexterity, Kickstand caught her before she
fell.
“Sorry,”
Kickstand murmured as he helped her balance. “I don’t usually make a habit of
knocking down pretty girls just to get their attention. Every time I’m around
these guys I do something wrong.”
She gave him
a soft, reassuring smile, but her heart went out to him. He was trying so hard
to fit in. She’d seen dozens of prospects like him during her time with
Levi—young and desperate to be part of what they perceived to be the glamorous
word of bikerdom. Very few were accepted and fewer still earned their patch.
Kickstand would never make the cut. Too good-looking, too kind-hearted and too
eager to please. What the hell was he doing with Hades?
While Rex,
Bones and Ryder lamented the lack of good prospects in the biker world, Lana
edged her way toward the door, only to be cut off again, this time by a late
arrival.
Almost as
tall as Rex and Ryder, the new biker was lean, lithe and powerful, with a
narrow waist and long, hard thighs. His thick, dark hair just brushed his
collar. His eyes were an unusual steel blue.
A familiar
steel blue. Her heart stuttered in her chest.
James?
No, it
couldn’t be. She blinked her eyes. Once. Twice. Was it him? Two years
had passed since she’d last seen Heartless Bastard. The man in front of her had
the same physique, strong nose and chiseled jaw. But the James she knew had
kept his hair military short and would have been appalled to sport a five
o’clock shadow, much less three days’ worth of stubble over his unyielding
chin. James was a cop through and through. No way would he ever join Hades.
As if
sensing her perusal, he frowned. “Take off the glasses.” The velvet rasp of his
deep baritone voice sent tiny quivers of need straight to her core.
Heart
pounding, she took a step back and inadvertently hit Rex’s chest. “Take them off,
pet,” Rex snapped. “Ice isn’t a man who asks twice.”
Ice. He
had a road name, and from the mini salivating puppies on the front of his
jacket, he was full patch. He was no prospect, like Kickstand, currying favor
in the hopes of being allowed to join the club. He was a fully initiated member
of Hades.
Swallowing
hard, Lana removed her glasses and stared down at the fishnet stockings peeking
out of her boots like a hundred crisscrossing lines of black gunpowder. One of
the garters was still loose, leaving her even more exposed—as if that was
possible—to the explosive heat of his gaze.
“Look at
me,” Ice demanded. His rich, husky voice rolled through her, stirring longings
she had hidden away in the darkest recesses of her memory. Heat settled at the
juncture of her thighs, her nipples tightened and her mouth went dry.
Disconcerted
by her body’s responses and unable to meet his gaze, she looked away.
Ice cupped
her jaw and firmly turned her face toward him, pulling her away from Rex. Her
gaze locked with eyes now as deep blue as the ocean. Commanding, captivating
eyes. Framed by thick lashes. But it wasn’t his eyes that finally sparked her
recognition; it was the aura of pure power that hit her like the painful thud
of her heart when she had realized he was never coming back.
He stroked
his thumb over the apple of her cheek, the gesture at once comforting and
familiar. A tangled web of emotions swept through her body like a firestorm.
The world fell away.
James.
Heartless
Bastard.
Lana
swallowed hard and fought the warring urges to kiss him and slap him across the
face.
For a split
second, his breathing hitched and his eyes widened. He glanced over at Rex and
back to her. His expression shifted from curious to considering, and she caught
a gleam in his eyes. Calculating. Determined.
Did he
recognize her? Two years ago she had been twenty pounds heavier, her pale
complexion marked with freckles and her curly hair just brushing the top of her
shoulders. Two years ago she had been stupid and naive, thinking she had found
a man she could actually trust—someone who would never hurt her.
Now she knew
better. And that kind of knowledge changed a girl. Made her immune to a
Heartless Bastard’s bone-melting cheek stroking and irresistible charms.
She slapped his
hand away and, boy, did it feel good.
“Roxie.” His
sharp tone snapped her out of her reverie, but not as much as his warm hand
clasping her own. “What the hell are you doing here, dressed like that? I
almost didn’t recognize you.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
New York
Times and
USA TodayBestselling author, Sarah Castille,
graduated with a B.A Honors degree in History and an LL.B. (law degree) and
practiced law on the West Coast for several years before succumbing to the lure
of foreign travel. She obtained a Masters Degree in Law from the University of
Edinburgh and then practiced at one of the world’s largest law firms in London,
England during which time she traveled extensively, wrote moderately, and
developed a taste for tea, European footwear and Greek cuisine.
She traded
in her life of European glamor for the comforts of the frozen North and the
excitement of home renovation, during which time she wrote extensively, never
traveled, and developed a taste for beef jerky, Tim Horton’s coffee and Sorels.
After her
first book, Legal Heat, won prizes in nine Romance Writers’ Association chapter
contests, including the Grand Prize in the Valley of the Sun Hot Prospects
Contest, Sarah decided to take a break from high heels and legal practice to
write about red-hot alpha males and the women who tame them. Her second book,
Against the Ropes, was named as one of Publishers Weekly’s Top Ten Picks for
Romance & Erotica for fall 2013, and her third book, Unraveled, hit the New
York Times Bestseller’s list. Sarah’s current release, Barely Undercover, was
named as the “Must Read Erotic Romance of the Year” in the Sneak Peek Reader’s
Choice Awards (2013). She hasn’t dusted off her briefcase yet!
Sarah lives
with her husband, munchkins and a family of owls in the shadow of Canada’s
Rocky Mountains, where she is currently working on her next novel.
Connect with Sarah:
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