Ten years ago, one devastating night changed everything for Austin,
Hunter and Alex. Now they must each play their part in the revenge against the
one man who ruined it all.
Read Caitlin Crews’s glittering contribution to the Fifth Avenue trilogy
in:
SCANDALIZE ME
* * *
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 her.
“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
long, 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
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 her, nearly bursting.
And
then he laughed again, dismissing her, and turned to go.
Again.
For good this time, she understood, and she couldn’t let that happen.
Zoe
had no choice.
“I
wouldn’t do that, Mr. Grant.” She didn’t know why the 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 made
herself smile. “I know about Sarah.”
* * *
The second step to revenge in the Fifth Avenue trilogy.
Hunter has the money…
July
2014
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