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Game On
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Game On
Nancy Warren
“I don’t think this is going to be a strictly business relationship …”
Before Serena could respond, Adam closed the distance between them, pulled her to him and closed his mouth on hers. Hot, determined, possessive, his lips moved over hers. He gave her a moment to accept or reject his caress and she used that moment to angle her body closer, to open her lips in mute invitation.
He took her mouth then, licking into her, giving her a taste of his power and hunger. Which, naturally, incited her own power and hunger. And, oh, she was hungry. He reminded her of how long it had been since she’d lost herself in a man.
A tiny sound came out of her throat, half moan, half purr. He took that as encouragement and pulled her even closer, running his hands over her curves. She felt his arousal as he held her tight against his body, felt her own excitement building within her.
A car with all the windows open, music blasting, roared into the parking lot, and he quickly pulled away, shielding her with his body.
“Aha,” he said.
She gazed up at him, stunned at the strength of her own response. “I don’t date my clients,” she reminded them both.
“I don’t recall asking you for a date,” he said, all sexy and pleased with himself.
“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”
“Oh, I hope so …”
Game On
Nancy Warren
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
USA TODAY bestselling author NANCY WARREN lives in the Pacific Northwest, where her hobbies include skiing, hiking and snowshoeing. She’s an author of more than thirty novels and novellas for Mills & Boon and has won numerous awards. Visit her website, at www.nancywarren.net (http://www.nancywarren.net).
Game On is dedicated to the three real-life sandbox buddies: John, Andrew and Bill. You guys rock.
Contents
Chapter 1 (#ud9b07f04-cbc3-54f7-9230-b16aded1ba6a)
Chapter 2 (#u86667d0d-502d-503d-9eda-c612f79f6369)
Chapter 3 (#ubf7a1b40-5b1b-5738-98aa-7e331b11435d)
Chapter 4 (#u91b76269-0497-5804-a781-0cb20c4e2bcc)
Chapter 5 (#u8b947245-70a1-5319-ac3d-cb4ea3c71e20)
Chapter 6 (#u9a37e3f8-3870-543a-9700-d452d42efbea)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)
1
“HEY, DYLAN, GRAB the fire hose,” Max Varo joked as the homemade chocolate cake laden with thirty-five burning candles made its way into the Shawnigan family rec room. The cake wobbled slightly in June Shawnigan’s hands as she broke into a soprano rendition of “Happy Birthday to You.” The fifty or so people singing along were assorted friends and family of Adam Shawnigan, June’s baby, thirty-five today.
She suspected his surprise party hadn’t been a surprise for more than a nanosecond—he was a detective, after all—but he was putting on a good face for the celebration.
It was a rugged, handsome face, too, if she did say so herself. She wasn’t the only one who noticed. As she looked around, June could see the expressions on some of the younger women’s faces. Adam was, as more than one young woman had informed her, a major hottie. So why was her thirty-five-year-old major-hottie son still single?
When he’d finished blowing out the candles, and she’d passed slices of cake and forks, she called for quiet and motioned to her husband, Dennis, to dim the lights and push Play.
“No. For the love of God, no,” moaned Adam as the big-screen TV came to life. Oh, she’d surprised him now, she thought with satisfaction as the home movie she’d taken on her first camcorder thirty years ago filled the screen.
Three little boys sat at the picnic table in June’s backyard, all chubby faces and mustard-stained mouths, chomping through hot dogs and potato chips. She must have guessed they’d stay still for at least another minute or two, so she’d grabbed her new camcorder, pushed Record. Of course, at five years old, the three were used to being followed around by eager parents with cameras and barely batted an eye.
She said, “Adam, how old are you today?”
“I’m five,” he said, looking at the camera as though a not-very-bright woman were behind it.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” she asked.
Nancy Warren
“I don’t think this is going to be a strictly business relationship …”
Before Serena could respond, Adam closed the distance between them, pulled her to him and closed his mouth on hers. Hot, determined, possessive, his lips moved over hers. He gave her a moment to accept or reject his caress and she used that moment to angle her body closer, to open her lips in mute invitation.
He took her mouth then, licking into her, giving her a taste of his power and hunger. Which, naturally, incited her own power and hunger. And, oh, she was hungry. He reminded her of how long it had been since she’d lost herself in a man.
A tiny sound came out of her throat, half moan, half purr. He took that as encouragement and pulled her even closer, running his hands over her curves. She felt his arousal as he held her tight against his body, felt her own excitement building within her.
A car with all the windows open, music blasting, roared into the parking lot, and he quickly pulled away, shielding her with his body.
“Aha,” he said.
She gazed up at him, stunned at the strength of her own response. “I don’t date my clients,” she reminded them both.
“I don’t recall asking you for a date,” he said, all sexy and pleased with himself.
“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”
“Oh, I hope so …”
Game On
Nancy Warren
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
USA TODAY bestselling author NANCY WARREN lives in the Pacific Northwest, where her hobbies include skiing, hiking and snowshoeing. She’s an author of more than thirty novels and novellas for Mills & Boon and has won numerous awards. Visit her website, at www.nancywarren.net (http://www.nancywarren.net).
Game On is dedicated to the three real-life sandbox buddies: John, Andrew and Bill. You guys rock.
Contents
Chapter 1 (#ud9b07f04-cbc3-54f7-9230-b16aded1ba6a)
Chapter 2 (#u86667d0d-502d-503d-9eda-c612f79f6369)
Chapter 3 (#ubf7a1b40-5b1b-5738-98aa-7e331b11435d)
Chapter 4 (#u91b76269-0497-5804-a781-0cb20c4e2bcc)
Chapter 5 (#u8b947245-70a1-5319-ac3d-cb4ea3c71e20)
Chapter 6 (#u9a37e3f8-3870-543a-9700-d452d42efbea)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)
1
“HEY, DYLAN, GRAB the fire hose,” Max Varo joked as the homemade chocolate cake laden with thirty-five burning candles made its way into the Shawnigan family rec room. The cake wobbled slightly in June Shawnigan’s hands as she broke into a soprano rendition of “Happy Birthday to You.” The fifty or so people singing along were assorted friends and family of Adam Shawnigan, June’s baby, thirty-five today.
She suspected his surprise party hadn’t been a surprise for more than a nanosecond—he was a detective, after all—but he was putting on a good face for the celebration.
It was a rugged, handsome face, too, if she did say so herself. She wasn’t the only one who noticed. As she looked around, June could see the expressions on some of the younger women’s faces. Adam was, as more than one young woman had informed her, a major hottie. So why was her thirty-five-year-old major-hottie son still single?
When he’d finished blowing out the candles, and she’d passed slices of cake and forks, she called for quiet and motioned to her husband, Dennis, to dim the lights and push Play.
“No. For the love of God, no,” moaned Adam as the big-screen TV came to life. Oh, she’d surprised him now, she thought with satisfaction as the home movie she’d taken on her first camcorder thirty years ago filled the screen.
Three little boys sat at the picnic table in June’s backyard, all chubby faces and mustard-stained mouths, chomping through hot dogs and potato chips. She must have guessed they’d stay still for at least another minute or two, so she’d grabbed her new camcorder, pushed Record. Of course, at five years old, the three were used to being followed around by eager parents with cameras and barely batted an eye.
She said, “Adam, how old are you today?”
“I’m five,” he said, looking at the camera as though a not-very-bright woman were behind it.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” she asked.
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Мне книга очень понравилось, невероятные приключения, очень позитивная и добрая но при этом есть и отрицательные герои . Спасибо очень жду продолжения...
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