WHEN HE'S DIRTY IS LIVE!
When He's Dirty, book one in my Walker Security: Adrian Trilogy is finally HERE!
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ABOUT THE BOOK
As a member of Walker Security, Adrian Mack has found redemption for a walk on the dark side. For two years the former FBI agent was undercover in the notorious Texas Kings biker club. For two years he changed, he became one of them and when the bust happened, he didn't know who he was anymore. On a hitlist with a price on his head he disappeared and joined Walk Security, but now, the trial is set to start and witnesses are dropping like flies.
Assistant District Attorney, Priscilla Miller is tasked with the conviction of The King himself, and she's passionate about taking him down, but her case is falling apart. She's also in trouble, and while she resists Adrian, the sexy ex-FBI agent with a killer reputation, and his team at Walker Security are her answer, in more ways than one.
He touches her, she melts.
He shields her, she survives.
But everything is not as it seems. Friends are enemies. Secrets are really lies. And the one time in his life Adrian lets his heart do the thinking, passion might just be deadly.
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I don’t let him go. It’s as if some part of me is sure he will disappear and that same part of me wants him to touch me again, to kiss me again. “I hate that you lied to me.”
He rotates back toward me, somehow now just a little closer. I can smell his cologne stronger now, and I decide it’s an alluring mix of vanilla and spice, man and beast. “I had to meet you,” he says. “I had to know I trusted you.”
“And do you?”
“More than you do me right now. You’re still touching me, Pri.”
“I’m afraid you’re going to disappear. I’m not letting go.”
It’s an invitation I don’t mean to deliver—or maybe I do because I swear my entire body sighs as his fingers tunnel into my hair and he steps into me, his powerful body pressed to mine. “Right now, you’re giving me plenty of reasons to stay.” His mouth lowers, a breath from mine. “Right now, all I want is another taste of you.”
“I thought you weren’t going to kiss me again until I trust you?” I challenge softly, already breathless.
“Maybe if I kiss you enough, and in the right places, you will.” His mouth closes down on mine and there’s this blast of passion in the long kiss that follows, in the lick of our tongues, as if we’re breathing each other in. His hand finds my lower back and he molds me closer, inhaling and parting our lips. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“I should,” I whisper.
“I should, too,” he murmurs, “but I don’t want to.”
“This doesn’t mean I trust you,” I vow.
His grip in my hair tightens, an erotic tug and he pulls my head back, my gaze to his. “Good. That will keep you alive.”
I’m not sure if that’s a warning about himself or Waters, and I don’t seem to care, not when his mouth is on my mouth again. Not when his hand slides over my backside and he arches my hips against his hips, the thick ridge of his erection pressing into my belly. It’s insane, even reckless, when I am not reckless, how much I want Adrian inside me right now, desperately, so very desperately.
I moan and my fingers close around his T-shirt, my tongue meeting his tongue with almost desperate strokes. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, so very long since I even wanted a man, and now, all I know is want and need. And my god, the man can kiss. I am swimming in sensation, clinging to him, and his hands are now all over me and I want them all over me.
He tears his mouth from mine and stares down at me, his stare probing, but I don’t look away. I let him see me, really see me, in hopes that he will find what he needs to trust me, too. This is a two-way street, I’m just not there yet. I’m not ready to show him who I am, who I really am. And I have a feeling I will never really know Adrian Mack. And therein lies just one of my problems.
I don’t know Adrian. I don’t even come close to knowing him, and yet, I’m alone with him, vulnerable when he kisses me. Vulnerable when he touches me. And vulnerable is something I never wanted to be in my personal or professional life ever again.
And yet here I am.
Naked in nearly every way.
Perhaps even in danger, and yet, I just can’t seem to care.
His gaze lowers to my lips and down over my breasts and I don’t even know how the buttons of the red silk are undone, my breasts heaving against the black lace of my bra. He moans, this low, rough rumble and his gaze lifts to mine. “You’re beautiful, Pri, and nothing that I expected.”
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