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| WAITIN' ON A HERO Getting the girl might not be as hard as keeping her alive. Finley Gallagher is hot and tired. Tired of the endless heat wave. Tired of pretending she isn’t interested in her sexy next-door neighbor. And really tired of everyone’s endless talk about the city’s mysterious vigilante who puts criminals in their place. But when Finley is attacked and her apartment vandalized, she’s forced to rely on the two men she’d rather not have anything to do with. One hides who he is, unleashing her deepest fantasies from the shadows; the other proves how wrong she was about him with one devastating smile after another. Plagued by visions that let him glimpse the future, Trace Fairbanks is determined to do whatever it takes to keep the streets safe, even if it means leading a double life. He’s also determined to prove to Finley that he’s not the playboy she thinks he is. Too bad Finley is completely turned off by his alter ego…or is she? EXCERPT He angled his body towards hers, his quiet laugh whispering across her cheek. “Do I seem the type that gets off on making other people nervous?” “You wear a trench coat when it’s one-hundred-and-fifteen degrees outside. You carry some kind of tranquilizer gun that would make a zookeeper envious. Clearly the hero complex does something for you.” “Maybe,” he conceded. His fingers caught the ends of her hair and she sensed his mouth close to her face. The slow hum of anticipation burrowed through her bloodstream. Instead of feeling panicked by his proximity, she ached to get closer. His fingertips threaded the long strands and her stomach flipped backwards. She bit down on her bottom lip to trap the sigh that threatened to break past. What was it about him that made her forget how dangerous he could be? Was it because he’d saved her? Or was it something else? Something beyond the mystery surrounding him? She fiddled with the empty water bottle she still carried. “Why do you do it?” “Because I can help people.” “Have you ever gotten hurt?” “A couple times.” The admission made her insides draw up tight. “Who looks after you when you are?” “Is that your way of asking if I have a girlfriend?” She heard the smile in his voice. “No.” She couldn’t get the denial out fast enough, feeling foolish for bringing it up. “You risk yourself to help others, and I was just wondering if, when you needed it, there was someone to help you.” “Now I am disappointed.” “Why?” He moved so only a breath separated their mouths. “I was hoping you were curious about the girlfriend thing.” “You don’t seem to care about whether or not I have anyone in my life.” His hand closed over hers, drawing it towards his mouth. “Would you be standing here in the dark with me if you did?” “Are you always this arrogant, or is it just part and parcel with the hero complex?” “Arrogance is my fatal flaw.” He leaned in, bringing his chest in full contact with hers. “What were you doing on the roof?” As much as her body hungered for something from this man, she couldn’t drown out the voice that warned her not to confuse her fantasies with reality. The rough brick wall against her back was real. The hard, damp body pressed intimately against her belonged to a flesh-and-blood man who courted danger on a nightly basis. A man as threatening as he was sinfully provocative. “Watching you.” His jaw scraped against hers. “For how long?” “Just a few minutes.” “And what are you doing now?” She swallowed as he tucked her hand between their bodies, over his heart. "Trying very hard not to kiss you." Get a sneak peek at Chapter One! |
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