Dangerous
by Sara Cate
(Wicked Hearts, #2)
Publication date: February 25th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Welcome to Wicked Beach…
Murph
They call me dangerous.
Which is fine by me. It keeps everyone out.
Then some new girl walks into my shop and turns everything upside down. It started out physical until she becomes the one person standing between me and the future of my business.
Now this mysterious new girl has me right where she wants me—physically, mentally…and emotionally.
Savannah
I’ve been burned before.
Now I look out for myself.
The last thing I expect is to inherit a tattoo shop run by the
world’s scariest—and sexiest—business owner. If I were smart, I would cut him
out and use the money to start a new life for myself—one free from the demons
in my past.
But Murph’s hard eyes and gentle touch do something to me. It’s like he can see
something no one else can, and no matter how hard I try, he won’t let me walk
away.
If I want to save myself, I have to ruin him.
And to ruin him feels far more dangerous
than what I’m running from.
Dangerous is the second swoon-worthy installment in the Wicked Hearts series. These stories can be read as standalones or together. Warning: this fast-paced romance might leave you breathless and a touch corrupted.
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Excerpt:
“So what’s your story, huh?” He stalks in, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the counter. Leaning against the granite, his thick forearms folded in front of him, he takes a bite and glares at me with a harsh grin.
I don’t answer him.
“I’m being serious.”
“Oh really?” I answer, coyly. “I had you pegged for Mr. Comedy.”
“I know nothing about your past, where you came from, what brought you to Wickett. You might as well be my foster sister.” He takes a bite of his apple, and something intense floods through my bloodstream at the way he bites and grins as if he were thinking of me between his fingers.
“Ugh, please don’t say that. We are not even close to being related.”
“You have a story, and I want to hear it.”
For a minute, I consider telling him something real—but then I remember his threat to me just an hour ago, and I want him to know nothing about me. Especially since our relationship sits in this gray area.
“I moved into town, started looking for a job, and found Hazel. What else is there to know?”
“What are you running from?”
My eyes shoot up to his face, fixing on those bright green irises that seem to be pulling me in. Is my story so written on my face that he can tell I’m running from something…or someone?
“I’m not running from anything,” I answer, tossing the kitchen towel against the counter.
“You show up at my shop, throw yourself at me like you haven’t been touched in years. Clearly you have a secret, something you’re hiding. And I’ll figure it out.”
He stands from his position bent over the counter and tosses the half-eaten apple into the garbage. Then he marches toward me, keeping his gaze on my face, the intensity making me shudder. Without stopping, he presses his body against mine, pinning me to the counter.
Part of me wants to push him away, and another part wants to grab his face and wrap my legs around his waist, losing all abandon in this intensity.
He leans down, bringing his face closer to mine. I ready myself for a kiss, leaning my head back and giving it a slight tilt.
His lips whisper delicately close to mine. “All I can think about is look on your face while you were trembling on my lap.”
My breath hitches in my throat. I can smell the sweetness of the apple on his breath, and I inhale it, desperate to consume him in any way that I can.
My body completely betrays me as I wait for him to kiss me, and it’s like I’ve forgotten why I should not put my trust in this new stranger who suddenly ambushed my new life.
Suddenly I hear the sound of water behind me, and I turn my gaze to see him running his hands in the water, one arm on each side of me so that he’s practically hugging me. His stare doesn’t waver for a second.
All too soon, he pulls away and flicks his wet hands toward me. The cold water against my face feels like ice, doing nothing to cool the red hot anger.
“I’ll figure you out eventually,” he calls, and then he’s gone.
About the author:
Sara Cate writes contemporary romance about bikers, bad boys, hunks, and softies–all rolled into one. She has a soft spot for redemption stories and forbidden romance.
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