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An Excerpt From: HOT RUSH
Copyright © BARBARA HUFFERT, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“All
right. Where’s my fucking canoe? I want it and I want it now!”
A second
before the screaming started, the door banged open to reveal the most
furious redhead Rick Jensen had ever seen. And the most weirdly gorgeous in
a
he-couldn’t-put-his-finger-on-it-and-now-wasn’t-the-time-or-place-to-analyze-it
way, too. Who the hell was she and what the hell was she doing, barging in
on a full contingent of armed drug dealers in their lair as they were
preparing for one of the biggest distributions they’d put together in
months?
“Come
on, I said now, damn it!” the woman screeched.
And
more importantly, how the hell was Rick going to keep her alive long enough
to get her out of there without blowing his cover or the operation, which
was the culmination of many months of hard work by multiple organizations
all coming to a head hopefully that night?
All
eyes and most guns turned to the woman. Rick heard the clicks, signifying
that they were ready to fire even if she didn’t. He had to draw their
attention away from her.
“Hey, darlin’. I thought I told you not to interrupt me when
I’m working.” He put himself between her and the array of weaponry, turning
to face the room. “It’s cool, boys. She’s mine.”
The
spitfire wasn’t having any of it and tried to shove him out of her way.
“Yours? Ha! You wish. Look, all I want is what I came for and then I’m outa here.”
“I dunno, homes. It don’t look like it to me,” one of the
armed men said, not lowering his gun.
“She’s
just pissed. Come on, Lucy. Don’t do me like that. You’re gonna make me look bad in front of my boys.” He grabbed
her hair, forced her head back and planted a wet kiss on her startled
mouth.
The
slap that followed earned a round of boisterous laughter and lewd comments
but it also managed to get the men to stow their weapons. “Don’t you ‘Lucy’
me!”
“Feisty
bitch,” Rick declared before kissing her harder. “Look lady, I’m trying to
keep your sweet ass alive here so work with me, would ya?”
he whispered so only she heard.
“Huh?”
“She
always gets this way when she’s gone without for too long, don’t ya, darlin’?”
Before
the woman could respond, the obvious leader asked, “What’d she say about
wanting a canoe?”
Rick
forced a chuckle, all the while racking his brain for something plausible.
“Oh that’s just what she calls my cock.” Not the best answer but hopefully
the men would buy it and she’d play along.
“Fuck,
like you got something like that,” another joined in.
“Tell
’em, Lucy.”
“What?
Are you out of your mind?”
“Only
when it comes to you.”
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