BETWEEN THE LINES by Lauren Hawkeye

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About BETWEEN THE LINES by Lauren Hawkeye

“You’re here because you want me.”

A sizzling tale of one wicked woman from New York Times bestselling author Lauren Hawkeye. As “Jojo Kink,” writer Jo Marchande lives an exciting, sexy life filled with wicked adventures that she shares with her readers. The unsexy truth, however, is that Jo can’t remember the last time she experienced anything remotely naughty. Well, except for those hot, needy nights with Theo all those years ago… Then—out of sight and flushed with aching heat—Jo witnesses an illicit encounter featuring none other than Theo Laurence. The same boy she once loved, only now a gorgeous, hard-bodied man filled with raw sensuality. But Jo isn’t quite as hidden as she thinks… Now Theo is offering Jo the two things she wants most—a big break for her writing career and a chance to experience all the sexy, kinky things she’s merely written about. With every searing touch, Jo is beginning to realize exactly why only one man has ever been able to unlock her desire. Why only Theo can make her burn with need… And that letting Theo in might give Jo the naughty experience she craves…at a cost she never imagined. Sexy. Passionate. Bold. Discover Harlequin Dare, a new line of fun, edgy and sexually explicit romances for the fearless female.  

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“Why offer me the job, Theo?” Jo’s voice was quiet. “There are a million writers out there who could write what you want. This has messy written all over it.” He paused. “I owe you,” he finally said, tapping a finger on the desk. “Though of course, if you weren’t qualified, this wouldn’t even be an issue.” “You owe me?” Jo heard her voice echo off the high ceiling and realized she was shouting but didn’t care. “Fuck that noise, Theo. You thought you’d come throw a job at your fancy new company at your hard-up ex and all would be forgiven? I don’t need your charity. I don’t need you.” That was it—she was done. Her fury at his actions overrode the very real disappointment that the job wouldn’t work as she stormed toward the door. When Theo grabbed her arm, she slapped at it with angry hands. “Stop manhandling me!” “Then stop acting like an ass and listen.” Hauling her “around so that her ass was pressed against the desk, he leaned in, a hand on either side of her hips, forcing her to rear back. She could smell him, some kind of pricey cologne that made her throat go dry. She could feel the heat of his body all along the line of her own, and damn it, that ache between her thighs decided that it would be a fine time to wake up. It was Theo. It had always been him. “The reason I offered you the damn job, and the reason that you’re going to take it, is because we have unfinished business.” He leaned in, and she felt his warm breath mist over her lips. “I didn’t leave because of you, or us, and you damn well know that. And there’s still something here. You can’t deny that.” Opening eyes that she didn’t realize she’d squeezed closed, Jo looked up at Theo, saw the glint of truth in his eyes. Her heart felt as though he’d placed it in his fist and squeezed. “You may not have left because of us, but you still left.” She did her best to keep her voice level. “You really expect us to just pick up where we left off? Unbelievable.” She placed her hands on his chest, intending to push him away, but the feel of his body beneath her palms made her hesitate. Like a shark sensing her weakness, he closed the ribbon of space between their bodies, pressing himself against her. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.” He touched his lips to the thin skin behind her ear, and she couldn’t hold back the shudder. When her fingers dug into his chest, he slid those lips down her neck and over, measuring the beats of her heart in the hollow of her throat. Damn it. Damn herself. She’d gone for so, so long without feeling this heat, and now that she’d had a taste, she wanted another hit, and another after that. Would it really be so bad to just let herself go, one more time?”

 

About Lauren Hawkeye

New York Times bestselling author Lauren Hawkeye never imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living... though she’s the only one who is surprised. She lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, two young sons, pit bull and mischievous cat. In her nonexistent spare time, Lauren partakes in far too many hobbies! She loves to hear from her readers through e-mail, Facebook and Instagram! Sign up for Lauren's newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/OeF7r

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