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ENEMY MINEFor justice. For country. For love.
After witnessing her friend’s sexual assault, seven-year senior Magdalena Wells escapes an attack with a few bruises and a thousand questions. As a journalist in practice, if not in pay, Mags vows to utilize the skills she mastered in the Democratic Republic of Congo and answer every single one—just as soon as she gets the hell out of town. Law Pierce’s aim is rest and relaxation after two years undercover in South Africa on an extended Base Branch mission, but restlessness puts him in trouble’s path. As a servant of justice, Law will do everything in his power to keep trouble safe. The fact that trouble’s petite stature and luscious curves stir his every primal instinct is a massive inconvenience he struggles to ignore. Together Magdalena and Law uncover a web of corruption and dirty lies that could set their country’s top official ablaze—if the inferno doesn’t consume them first. Buy Justice Mine to discover the only thing that will save them; the truth. |
ISBN ebook: 978-1-941899-02-1
ISBN print: 978-1-941899-03-8
Released: October 2014
Length: 300 pages
ISBN print: 978-1-941899-03-8
Released: October 2014
Length: 300 pages
Excerpt
He eased the door open and stopped dead in the entrance. Magdalena curled on the floor in an inside out ball. Her belly button winked at the ceiling while her legs and arms tucked beneath her back, touching each other in a straining angle. This left her full breasts pointing toward the closet and threatening to fall out of her skimpy tank onto her neck. His lips both tucked into his mouth and he bit down to keep from laughing or running over to suckle the two erect nipples poking the fabric of her shirt.
“What are you doing?” Law asked after collecting his wits.
Her head snapped to the door and he feared it might fall over at that angle. She wiggled her feet from where they rested under her long blonde hair. Her arms moved from compressed V’s to L’s and she kicked off the ground, raising her ass and legs into the air. Magdalena held the pose while he picked his jaw off the floor, closed the door, and set the groceries on the counter. Then she folded over onto her toes and stood.
Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her face and bountiful chest flushed from exertion, but her breath came slow and steady. Palms together and fingers toward the sky, she bowed her head. Her loose hair framed her face as she turned and flashed him a radiant smile.
“Trying to keep fit,” she said in answer.
“I know a better way,” he blurted. Dumb ass.
Magdalena’s brow quirked and she investigated him. Her eyes searched his face then traveled down his body, which responded to her attention. A wave of heat rolled over his skin and it had nothing to do with the rising temperatures on the London sidewalks. It had everything to do with the pursed lips and scorching stare across the room.
She winked at him, thieving his signature move. “All right.” She walked to him, her gate even and the swing of her hips determined.
Every nerve in his body screamed for him to take her. To grab two handfuls of her full ass and hoist her onto his erect penis. To coil a hand in her hair, holding her just where he needed her, while he pumped into her slick ****. To drive her over the top until she screamed his name and moaned her pleasure. Until his own climax dragged him to the ground with sweet repletion.
Law shoved his fists into his pockets as she stopped a mere foot away. Her scent crowded his air, spurring his hard-on to unseen heights. The damn thing nearly peeked out the waist of his jeans, challenging her to a winking contest. When was he going to learn to keep his trap shut around Magdalena Wells. She didn’t frighten like he’d expected her to. Sure, last night she’d been scared when things got buggered up, but that was understandable. Unlike with other women, his full-on cocky self-preservation techniques had the opposite of their intended effect.
On bare feet she kicked a hip to the side and sized him up. “All bluster, that one,” she said with a pointed finger and an incline of her head. She made a little sound with her mouth and turned away.
He caught her by the arm like he’d done in the loo the night before, only this time his hold had teeth. She stopped with a jerk, but she didn’t turn.
“I’m sorry. I…I can’t.” His words sounded hollow. Because they were a lie. He could. He was just the biggest kind of coward. One who judged other people, his best friend, when he couldn't turn the light on himself out of fear. Fear of what he might see. Of what he might lose, if he started living again.
“Just stop sending me mixed signals,” she breathed. “You’re making me dizzy.”
Magdalena took a step, but his grip held, not ready to let her go. She executed a nice finger bend, except it hurt like a bitch, and walked out of his hold. He rubbed his hyper-extended knuckle, pissed at his inability to let go of her and his past. Law rubbed the ache in his empty chest and watched Magdalena’s hourglass figure disappear around the partition.
She called out, “Do you have bread in that bag?”
His brows rose, surprised at her quick rebound. She must not be that hard-up for you, old man. As real age went, he was only a few years older than her, but as life experiences played into the equation, he was eons older. He couldn’t drag her into his shit.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“Good. I’m starving. I might save you some, if you’re lucky.”
“Oh, I thought you were trying to stay fit.”
“You know,” she yelled above the spray of the shower. “Someone really needs to kick your ass. I’m gonna start training. So look out, buster.”
He laughed despite himself and started unloading the goods from the corner. Bacon sizzled in the pan and he rinsed the knife he’d used to sliced tomato. Magdalena came around the corner in a blasted towel. Water droplets peppered her shoulders. Her hair sat high atop her head in a messy knot with the errant strand stuck to her wet skin. Law dropped the knife into the sink so he wouldn’t chop off a finger.
“What are you doing?” Law asked after collecting his wits.
Her head snapped to the door and he feared it might fall over at that angle. She wiggled her feet from where they rested under her long blonde hair. Her arms moved from compressed V’s to L’s and she kicked off the ground, raising her ass and legs into the air. Magdalena held the pose while he picked his jaw off the floor, closed the door, and set the groceries on the counter. Then she folded over onto her toes and stood.
Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her face and bountiful chest flushed from exertion, but her breath came slow and steady. Palms together and fingers toward the sky, she bowed her head. Her loose hair framed her face as she turned and flashed him a radiant smile.
“Trying to keep fit,” she said in answer.
“I know a better way,” he blurted. Dumb ass.
Magdalena’s brow quirked and she investigated him. Her eyes searched his face then traveled down his body, which responded to her attention. A wave of heat rolled over his skin and it had nothing to do with the rising temperatures on the London sidewalks. It had everything to do with the pursed lips and scorching stare across the room.
She winked at him, thieving his signature move. “All right.” She walked to him, her gate even and the swing of her hips determined.
Every nerve in his body screamed for him to take her. To grab two handfuls of her full ass and hoist her onto his erect penis. To coil a hand in her hair, holding her just where he needed her, while he pumped into her slick ****. To drive her over the top until she screamed his name and moaned her pleasure. Until his own climax dragged him to the ground with sweet repletion.
Law shoved his fists into his pockets as she stopped a mere foot away. Her scent crowded his air, spurring his hard-on to unseen heights. The damn thing nearly peeked out the waist of his jeans, challenging her to a winking contest. When was he going to learn to keep his trap shut around Magdalena Wells. She didn’t frighten like he’d expected her to. Sure, last night she’d been scared when things got buggered up, but that was understandable. Unlike with other women, his full-on cocky self-preservation techniques had the opposite of their intended effect.
On bare feet she kicked a hip to the side and sized him up. “All bluster, that one,” she said with a pointed finger and an incline of her head. She made a little sound with her mouth and turned away.
He caught her by the arm like he’d done in the loo the night before, only this time his hold had teeth. She stopped with a jerk, but she didn’t turn.
“I’m sorry. I…I can’t.” His words sounded hollow. Because they were a lie. He could. He was just the biggest kind of coward. One who judged other people, his best friend, when he couldn't turn the light on himself out of fear. Fear of what he might see. Of what he might lose, if he started living again.
“Just stop sending me mixed signals,” she breathed. “You’re making me dizzy.”
Magdalena took a step, but his grip held, not ready to let her go. She executed a nice finger bend, except it hurt like a bitch, and walked out of his hold. He rubbed his hyper-extended knuckle, pissed at his inability to let go of her and his past. Law rubbed the ache in his empty chest and watched Magdalena’s hourglass figure disappear around the partition.
She called out, “Do you have bread in that bag?”
His brows rose, surprised at her quick rebound. She must not be that hard-up for you, old man. As real age went, he was only a few years older than her, but as life experiences played into the equation, he was eons older. He couldn’t drag her into his shit.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“Good. I’m starving. I might save you some, if you’re lucky.”
“Oh, I thought you were trying to stay fit.”
“You know,” she yelled above the spray of the shower. “Someone really needs to kick your ass. I’m gonna start training. So look out, buster.”
He laughed despite himself and started unloading the goods from the corner. Bacon sizzled in the pan and he rinsed the knife he’d used to sliced tomato. Magdalena came around the corner in a blasted towel. Water droplets peppered her shoulders. Her hair sat high atop her head in a messy knot with the errant strand stuck to her wet skin. Law dropped the knife into the sink so he wouldn’t chop off a finger.