Wicked Pleasures. Tori Carrington

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      It was sex. Pure and simple.

      That’s what this was. Nothing more. Nothing less. Linc knocked on Regina’s door and she opened it immediately. The dampness of the ends of her curls and her change of clothes told him she’d taken a quick shower. The look in her eyes told him she’d been looking forward to this moment as much as he had.

      She wore a simple pair of jeans that were anything but simple on her curvy frame, and a plain pink T-shirt that was anything but plain.

      Damn, but she was beautiful.

      And sexier than any woman had a right to be.

      He cleared his throat. “Hi.”

      She smiled. “Hi.”

      And then he was kissing her.

      Linc wasn’t clear on how he moved from Point A to Point B so quickly. All he knew was that one moment he was closing her apartment door…the next he was pretty near swallowing her whole.

      And she was eagerly returning his hungry attentions.

      It seemed both of them were intent on making sure she didn’t fall asleep again….

      Dear Reader,

      What happens when the subject of your investigation becomes the object of your desire? We’ve used the “stakeout” theme before, but never quite in this red-hot way….

      In Wicked Pleasures, tall, dark and dangerous Lazarus Security partner Lincoln Williams is only interested in one thing—his job. It’s not until sexy Regina Dodson catches him with his pants and guard down that he starts to question the imbalance in his life. But what happens when Regina discovers the true reason behind Linc’s interest in her?

      We hope Linc and Regina’s soul-searing story keeps you awake long past your bedtime…and tempts you to pick up the third and final title in the Pleasure Seekers series, Undeniable Pleasures, featuring Jason Savage (from Reckless Pleasures) next month.

      We’d love to hear what you think. Contact us at P.O. Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612, or visit us on the web at www.toricarrington.net or www.facebook.com/toricarrington, where there’s fun to be had every day.

      Here’s wishing you love, romance and HOT reading.

      Lori & Tony Karayianni

       aka Tori Carrington

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      Wicked Pleasures

      Tori Carrington

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award-winning, bestselling duo Lori and Tony Karayianni are the power behind the pen name Tori Carrington. Their over fifty novels to date include numerous Mills & Boon miniseries, as well as the ongoing Sofie Metropolis, P.I. comedic mystery series with another publisher. Visit www.toricarrington.net and www.sofiemetro.com for more information on the couple and their titles.

      We dedicate this story to miniseries-loving readers

       everywhere; life is about connection, so why

       shouldn’t that also apply to the books we read

       and write? And, as always, to editor extraordinaire

       Brenda Chin, who puts the “it” into editor…

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      1

      LINCOLN WILLIAMS knew two things to be true: he was damn good at his job…and he was damn good at his job.

      The rest…well, the rest was a crapshoot.

      As the only son of a single Caucasian mother and an African-American father he had never met, he’d been relegated to the fence separating each culture: not white enough to feel completely comfortable in his mother’s world; not dark enough to belong in the unfamiliar black community.

      So he’d learned early on that the only thing he could control were his actions. And it was those actions on which he insisted he be judged. Not by verbal agreement, but by tacit understanding. It wasn’t until he’d become first a Marine, then was recruited into the FBI at Quantico, that he’d come into his own. Learned not only to embrace his preference to go unnoticed, but to use it to his advantage. Something he was damn good at, despite his height of six foot four and muscular two-hundred-and-fifty-pound build.

      Of course, only he knew about his recurring dream of disappearing altogether.

      It was on the heels of just such a nightmare that he’d abruptly resigned his position with the Bureau ten months ago and signed on with fellow ex-Marines to establish Lazarus Security based in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Their most public success to date was assisting in the recovery of a missing seven-year-old girl in Florida.

      But what Linc had to do now was in no way connected to Lazarus: a man he had helped put away for a thirty-year term of incarceration had just escaped. And he fully intended to return him to the six-by-eight-foot cell where he belonged.

      If his reasons stretched beyond the fact that he’d been the one to capture the sadistic criminal two years ago while still with the Bureau…well, that was between him and his target.

      Thankfully, the Friday staff meeting at Lazarus didn’t include anything that required his undivided attention.

      He looked over the twenty recruits listening to two of the partners, Megan McGowan and Darius Folsom, as they went over ongoing assignments and upcoming contracts. Just before they drew the meeting to a close, Linc ducked out of the room, as was his M.O. at every meeting.

      “Hey.” Dari caught up with him afterward. “You good with contacting your sources on the James contact?”

      “Check.”

      His longtime friend, fellow Marine and now business partner grinned. “Didn’t have to ask, did I?”

      Linc glanced at him.

      “Hey, why don’t you drop by the Barracks later? We’re putting together details on Jason’s surprise birthday party next week.”

      “I’ll see what I can do.”

      The Barracks was a bar and Linc was known to stop in from time to time, mostly to appease his friends who