Collision Control

 

Collision Control (Crossing Forces Book Four) from Paper Dragon Publishing!

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A one night stand can’t possibly mean forever…

Detective Jared Manning met his match at a bar. After a night of passion, she sneaks out of his bed without so much as a note. Problem is, now he can’t find her.

Kindergarten teacher, Melody Nash doesn’t do one night stands. Embarrassment gets the best of her and she lies about her name.

When they collide at her school, Mel resists his pull. She won’t risk her heart on the obvious playboy, even though she can’t stop thinking about the night in his arms.

Stress engulfs Jared’s personal and professional lives. His brother is at the center of the joint case he and his partner are working in cooperation with FBI.

He puts his job on the line when he fails to share his blood relation. Complications he doesn’t need, considering the FBI agent on the case is convinced his brother killed her fiancé.

Balance is the name of the game. Can Jared save his brother and convince Mel they’re meant to be together?

 

EXCERPT:

“I want to have a nice evening. A drink. A dance. With you.”

She cleared her throat and Jared wanted to kiss it.

“With. Me.” It wasn’t a question.

He nodded. “With you. Is that a problem?”

Renee’s pale blue gaze raked his face. “No. I guess not. My friends are always telling me I need to loosen up.”

“Are they now?” He flashed his best charming grin. “Just so happens I’m pretty good at helping that along.”

“I don’t doubt that.” She looked him up and down and something in her eyes made him want to squirm. “Okay, rules.”

“Rules? How can you relax if there’re rules?” He reclined in the chair, fighting a smile.

“No small talk.”

“Really?”

“Really. None of that Where do you work? Do you like your job? What’s your family like? What do you do for fun? Blah blah blah.

Jared laughed. “So, no politeness?” He had some ideas if she didn’t need him to be polite.

“I didn’t say don’t be polite. Just…let’s keep this in the here and now.” She looked away again, something flashing in her eyes, but it was gone by the time she turned back to him. A slight smile curved her luscious mouth.

Jared didn’t buy it. He grabbed her hand. “You okay?”

“Nope. Not going there. That breaks the rules.”

“Already? Well then, I’m sorry, ma’am.” He grinned until she smiled back and Jared inclined his head. “I think the jukebox needs a coin or two and I need a dance.”

“But no one’s dancing.” She gestured to the small area of McAuley’s that passed for a dance floor.

“Not a problem for me. Let’s help you loosen up.” He stood, extending his hand.

“Why the heck not?” Renee chugged the beer and slammed the empty on the table. When she looked up at him, she flashed a lopsided grin that made his insides wobble.

Jared arched an eyebrow and chuckled.

It’s gonna be one hell of a night.

Renee’s one drink melted into three…four…or five?

Shit, he’d lost count, but had only had one more shot of Scotch himself. He had to drive home, not to mention be at work earlier than normal

They danced until it was almost eleven and the place was pretty cleaned out, given it was a week night.

The youngest McAuley, Brian, kept throwing Jared knowing looks from the bar. The guy was paying more attention to them than the counter he was supposedly cleaning.

Yeah, I know, I’m thinking what you are, dude.

Jared wanted Renee. Wanted to take her back to his place, throw her down on his bed and give her the time of her life.

She’d have no problem relaxing.

He pulled her closer and swayed to some random country song about long lost love. It could’ve been any one of the greats crooning as they danced, but it didn’t register. He couldn’t keep his mind off the gorgeous woman in his arms.

Soft, curvy. Perfect.

Jared wanted to taste her. All of her. His cock twitched as her pelvis brushed his. He tried to tell it now wasn’t the time, but let’s get out of here was on the tip of his tongue.

“Hard,” Renee whispered, lifting her head from his shoulder.

He stilled and their eyes met. God, he’d die if she realized he was half-aroused.

Then again, it’s a good way to see if she’s on the same page.

“What?” he croaked.

“Your chest. It’s so hard.” She poked his right pec. Her cheeks went rosy for the hundredth time, but Renee was adorable.

Most of the flush was alcohol related. He needed to remember that. Pin it to his brain. He got the feeling she didn’t drink much, but he hadn’t lost track of all the beer she’d downed. His conscience chided, Put her in a cab. Send her home.

He couldn’t. Jared wanted her. If she was willing, he’d have Renee.

You are such a sleaze.

She peered up at him as if she was waiting on him to say something.

Right. Hard.

Heat crept up his neck. “Uh. Yeah. I work out.”

Renee blinked then giggled. “Guys who look like you don’t notice girls who look like me.” She backed out of his embrace, gesturing to her body. The movement of her arms made her skirt play at her knees. A tease.

Jared’s dick jumped and he almost groaned. He wanted to see more. But her words sank in and he cupped her face. “You are absolutely gorgeous.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Right. Me.”

Lowering his head, he took her mouth, swallowing her surprised squeak. Beer and sweet, sweet woman greeted his tongue when Jared forced her to open for him.

God, she tastes good.

Like a sugary treat mixed with the stout lager she’d consumed, her kiss was a drug he had to have more of.

Renee stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She moved her mouth under his, kissing him back, giving when Jared took. Her hips against his made him granite, and when she rocked into him, his body took over and pressed right back.

He kissed her long and hard, until his cock threatened to blow in his jeans. Considering the three shots of Scotch and at least three beers, he was pretty damn impressed.

Jared needed to get her to his place. Now.

Panting, he made himself end their lip-lock before he wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her skirt up right there on the dance floor just to get inside her faster. “Wanna get out of here?”

Large, perfect breasts rose and fell against his chest. Purple fabric shifted as she struggled to breathe evenly, giving more than a mere hint at cleavage. Her blue eyes were hazy, but she nodded.

“Yeah?” His heart kicked into overdrive and he chided himself to calm down. They were both inebriated, but this isn’t a good idea went unheeded. He wasn’t exactly thinking with his big brain.

“Yes.” The word was breathless and made him groan.

“My place or yours?”

Her hesitation made him cringe.

Please don’t change your mind.

“Yours.” Renee nodded, as if she was trying to convince herself so he kissed her again, cupping her ass and pushing his erection into her pelvis.

“I want you,” he breathed.

No way was he sleeping alone tonight.