I’ve got a quick little excerpt from DANGEROUS ANGEL
today to highlight how well Nikita and Kyle work together despite their obvious
differences. And, of course, there has to
be a touch of Kyle’s insanity, because… well, that’s just how he
is. :) Enjoy! (18+ only, please.)
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“You found something out, didn’t you, Nikita? You’re never in this
good a mood.”
“What are you talking about? I was born chock-full of
glitter and rainbows.” Nikita squinted against the sun and followed Kyle to
where they’d left his dark cranberry-red muscle car, a ground-hugging tank that
was as custom-made as her own SUV. While he didn’t have a steel grate
separating the backseat from the front the way hers did, there was a heavy
steel ring embedded into the backseat that hooked into the handcuffs his
fugitives always wore. “But you’re right. As it happens, I did manage to find
out your bail jumper is in all probability an iron-clad social climber, and
she’s doing it the oldest way known to womankind.”
“You don’t say.”
She nodded. “Apparently her disappearance isn’t some
ominous mystery to be solved. If you believe her roommate—and I have no reason
to doubt her since she seems to have a thing about lying and liars—Bambi’s
simply too busy entertaining a richer, younger sugar daddy to remember things
like work and court dates.”
“That’ll break Dibby’s heart.” Kyle unlocked the car
with the press of a button, then leaned against the hood. “The poor guy’s
convinced he’s the number-one star in Bambi’s sky.”
“According to her roomie, Dibby was a distant second
behind Floyd Hardy’s wayward son, Paul. Not only has little Paul got the bucks
to bankroll the life Bambi wants to become accustomed to, but apparently he
also likes it wild.”
“Who doesn’t?”
“Nothing wrong with a little kink every now and again.”
She settled next to him, the sun-warmth of the car hood seeping through the flouncy
material of her dress. “I also found an address in Bambi’s locker. It might not
be anything, or it might be everything.”
“We won’t know until we check it out. Let’s have it.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What?” Maybe it was because he seemed so relaxed as he
slouched against his car, but Nikita couldn’t stifle a little squeak when he suddenly
moved so that he was face to face with her, propping his hands against the
car’s hood on either side of her hips. He stood between her knees, their faces
so close together the delicious threat of his breath feathered across her lips.
With that sensual menace to her peace of mind hovering so near, her heart
decided it was time to play out the Great Escape by knocking a hole through her
chest. “Sorry, but I didn’t quite catch that. I could’ve sworn I just heard you
say no. You didn’t tell me no, did you?”
Her brain had to be sun-fried. Having her personal
space invaded should have filled her with indignation, not feverish excitement.
“What if I did?”
“I thought we were working together on this one. Combining
our resources, using teamwork. You know, like Sherlock and Watson, or Laverne
and Shirley.”
“I don’t want to be Laverne, and have you noticed how
close you are?”
“No one wants to be Laverne, she had bad posture and a
funny accent. And nothing’s escaped my notice—especially that part about you
telling me no.” He loomed closer
still, until every breath was filled with the scent of him—like an exhilarating
rush of fresh air after a wild storm. “Denying me like that for no good reason
makes me want to spank you for being a bad girl. You don’t want me to spank
you, do you, Nikita?”
Oh my God, yes. “Depends. Over the panties or bare-butt?”
“Bare-butt’s the only way to go.”
“This is so true.” It was nice they agreed on something.
*
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