View Full Version : Make Me Sweat [Bringing the Heat]

Avril Ashton
January 12th, 2013, 10:40 AM
Make Me Sweat (http://tinyurl.com/44kxybm)


Charged with planting a listening device in the office of a dangerous nightclub owner, Ever Marcille accepts an invite from her target to indulge in some naughty play. She didn’t count on their mutual, insatiable need, or the many ways his closely guarded secrets are intertwined with hers.

Undercover federal agent Simon Dakin has one thing on his mind, catching the arms dealer known as Ghost. That’s until he spies the mysterious woman at his bar. Time after time she comes in, teasing his senses. Starring in his fantasies. He promises himself one night with her in his arms, but a single taste isn’t possible. He’s hooked.

Even as their secrets intrude, Dak and Ever succumb to their desires. But time is running out. Secrets past and present must be revealed. Can their new-found feelings survive the many blows, or is this over before it even begins?

KINDLE (http://tinyurl.com/44kxybm) | NOOK (http://tinyurl.com/3ltbymq) | ARe (http://tinyurl.com/3bz236j) | Evernight Pub (http://tinyurl.com/3opkryq)


The door opened, and he turned as she stepped over the threshold. Their eyes met, held, and his heart pounded in his chest.

“You called?” A thin, dark brow lifted as she closed the door quietly behind her.

Dak nodded. “I did. I want to know who you are, what name to call the woman whose face I’ve been seeing in my sleep.” He knew her name, her shoes size, her address, but she didn’t know that.

She approached him slowly, heels making no sound on the Berber carpet. “You dream about me?”

“You sound surprised.” Dak walked to his private bar and poured a shot of whiskey. A chuckle reached his ear and he turned to face her. She sat behind his desk, staring at the security monitors.

“You’ve been a bad boy, I see.” She looked at him. “Watching me this whole time.”

Dak shrugged. “You captured my interest, I had to watch you.” He held out a glass of whiskey to her and she shook her head. He placed it back on the bar and took a gulp of his.

“What do you want from me, Mr. Dakota?”

“You know who I am?” Dak removed his jacket and flung it on to the couch at the far side of the room.

Her eyes followed the movement. “Everyone knows who Ian Dakota is, but you haven’t answered my question.” She tilted her head, staring at him with green eyes. “What do you want?”