Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scorched, Serial, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance
“You two know each other. From before the bar, I mean.” This wasn’t a question. No matter how kinky he was, I just couldn’t see Jasper looking up some guy we’d played with at the bar for a bit of follow-up nookie. “Want to let me in on the secret?”
Jackson smirked as he filled a champagne flute to the top with pale, frothy liquid. Tucking two bottles of beer dripping with condensation under his arm, he carried the wine to me, handing Jackson a beer before seating himself on the couch across from us.
I watched his movements, the precise control in them. I hadn’t noticed it before because I hadn’t been looking for it, but now I saw the similarity to the way Jasper carried himself. “You were in the Marines together.”
“Give the lady a doctorate.” Jackson smirked, toasting me with his own beer before twisting off the cap and taking a deep sip.
I turned back to Jasper, who was watching me intently, waiting to pick up on any sign of discomfort. “Do you work together now?”
“Jackson left the Marines not long after I did. Since he worships me so much, he decided to follow me into the world of protection.” Jasper drank, and I was distracted by the sensual line of his throat as he swallowed. “And since his services are not nearly as in demand as mine, he had nothing better to do than follow me out to out to freaking Meadow Ridge, Georgia, on assignment.”
“Wait.” I gulped down half of my drink before setting it on the coffee table in front of us. I pinned Jackson with a hard stare. “You must have known who I was when you approached me, then. Did you do it just to piss him off?”
Beside me, Jasper huffed out a breath; Jackson laughed.
“Sure, I knew who you were. I like your show.” Draining his beer, he set the bottle down beside my half-full champagne flute. “I approached you because you’re hot. It was my shitty luck that you’d already attached yourself to Jasper’s ugly-ass self.”
Beside me, Jasper snorted, and I sat back, evaluating my feelings. I felt like I should have been a little upset that neither man had let on that they knew each other that night. Instead, I found it kind of sexy. “You guys get handsy with each other’s women all the time?”
I tensed as soon as I spoke; I’d just referred to myself as Jasper’s woman. What would he think of that?
When I cast him a nervous glance, he was watching me intently, but he didn’t look like he was going to run screaming off into the night. Instead, he was focused on me entirely, and if I had to label the emotion I saw on his face, it would have been possessive.
“Jackson can’t help wanting what’s mine.” Jasper’s smile was dark and sexy. “But if we’re feeling nice, maybe we’ll let him play for a bit.”
New York Time and USA Today bestselling author Lauren Hawkeye never imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living… though when she looks back, it’s easy to see that she’s the only one who is surprised. Always “the kid who read all the time”, Lauren made up stories about her favorite characters once she’d finished a book… and once spent an entire year narrating her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.
Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, two young sons, pit bull and two idiot cats, though they do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare time Lauren can be found knitting, reading anything she can get her hands on, or sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers!