I’m so excited to be a part of the Fifth Avenue Trilogy, a
multi-author series featuring Maisey Yates (who wrote the prequel and the first
book in the series, Avenge Me, out next week!), Kate Hewitt and me!
I won’t spoil the first book for you because really, you
need to read it! My book is the second
in the trilogy and it features two very strong, yet very damaged people…
Ten years ago, Hunter Grant failed the woman he loved.
So it seemed like a great plan to make sure he failed at
everything else, too—as spectacularly as possible.
In Scandalize Me, the second book of the Fifth Avenue trilogy,
Hunter has finally moved back to New York City after a decade spent fighting
his demons and letting them win. He’s
disgustingly wealthy but after his antics on the football field as the worst
behaved quarterback in history, he’s also a national disgrace, which works out
well—because a disgrace is the only thing he knows how to be. He doesn’t want to dig deeper into what
happened that night ten years ago. He
doesn’t want to help his old friends figure out what really happened or force a
showdown with Jason Treffen, the man responsible. He’s comfortable as he is: estranged from
everyone, disgraced and disreputable, and alone.
Enter Zoe Brook. She
spent too long on the wrong side of Jason Treffen and she’s ready to take her
revenge. She just needs Hunter to play
along—and she’s willing to do whatever she has to do to make sure he does.
Neither one of them is ready for the passion that burns
between them from the first glance—or the least bit sure what to do about it
when each of them is hiding the most important parts of themselves from each
other. And the world. Or when every touch seems to nudge them
closer to the truths they least want to share.
But ghosts and secrets are the least of their problems when
they put together a plan that will finally take Jason Treffen down—because a
game stakes this high means only that there’s that much more to lose…
EXCERPT:
It wasn’t the first time a man had
propositioned her. But it was the first
time she’d felt a burst of flame lick over her when he did, and she was
terribly afraid he knew that, too. That
he felt the same slap of heat.
She couldn’t let that happen, it
was impossible, so she shoved it
aside.
“Is that caveman code for ‘sleep
with me so I can put you back in your proper place?’” she asked, cool and
challenging and back on familiar ground, because she knew this routine. She could
handle this. Jason Treffen had taught her well, one
painful lesson at a time. “Because you
should know before you try, dragging me off by my hair somewhere won’t end the
way you think it will. I can promise you
that.”
Hunter looked intrigued and his
head canted slightly to one side, but that wolfish regard of his never
wavered—bright and hot and knowing. Reaching much too far inside of her, deep
into her bones, like an ache.
It was that last part that made her
wonder exactly how much control she was clinging to, after all.
“I don’t want to drag you off somewhere by
your hair and have my way with you, Ms. Brook.”
The smile on her lips turned
mocking, but she was more concerned with the sudden low, slow thump of her
heart and the heavy, wet heat low in her belly.
“Because you’re not that kind of guy?”
There was something more than
predatory in his eyes then, hard and hot, a dark knowing in the curve of his
mouth that connected with that deep drumroll inside of her, making it her
pulse, her breath, her worst fear come true.
“I’m absolutely that kind of
guy. But I told you. You have to ask me nicely.”
He smiled, as if he was the one in
control. And she couldn’t allow it.
“No,” she said, furious that it
came out like a whisper, thin and uncertain.
His smile deepened for a moment, like a promise.
“Your loss,” he murmured, and that
aching fire swelled inside of her, nearly bursting.
And then he laughed again,
dismissing her that easily, and turned to go.
Again. For good this time, she understood, and she
couldn’t let that happen.
Zoe had no choice. She pulled out her best and biggest gun and
aimed it right at him.
“I wouldn’t do that, Mr.
Grant.” She didn’t know why that dryness
in her mouth seemed to translate into something like trembling everywhere else,
when she’d known before she’d approached him that it would probably come to this. She waited until he looked back at her, and
pretended the blue gleam of his eyes didn’t get to her at all, with all that
weary amusement, like he could see right through her when she knew—she knew—he couldn’t. That no one could. She made herself smile. “I know about Sarah.”
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I'm looking forward to these books!
I am excited about this trilogy!
I'm looking forward to reading this series
Looking forward to reading this series!!
I am looking forward to these!!
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