From USA Today best selling author M. Never, comes a sizzling, action packed, femme fatale romance guaranteed to have you holding your breath till the very last page. Dangerously is Available Now and free on kindle unlimited so what are you waiting for go get your copy today! Keep reading for excerpt, book trailer & giveaway!
Title: Dangerously:
A Femme Fatale Romance
Author: M. Never
Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone
Release Date: July 6, 2020
I’m known as many things— A hunter. A killer. A lone red wolf.
A femme fatale caught between two men. One a ruthless Boston crime boss who wants to steal my freedom.
The other an Irish gun for hire who demands my loyalty. Both are my enemy.
Both are dominant. Deadly. And dangerously seductive.
When I’m forced to choose between them the stakes get higher. The consequences become deadlier. And the lone red wolf goes from hunter to hunted.
In a world where trust is an expensive currency, I need to be smart. Kill anyone who gets in my way. And protect the people I love no matter the cost.
They don’t call me dangerous for nothing... The question is, what do I want from them?
She took my breath away the moment I saw her. But I couldn’t let her know that. It takes more than a pretty face to derail a man like me. But then she spoke, and then she fought. And she gained my respect the same way she gained Ronan’s obsession. She slipped under our skin without even trying, without us even knowing until it was too late. That’s the mark of a true professional.
The spark of an addiction.
Declan
I find Fallon missing from the bed and the shower running when I return to the room. Her clothes are strewn on the floor, and a dark wig is hanging lifelessly on the desk chair. I run my fingers through the soft strands, adrenaline still coursing through my veins.
I’ll admit, I was pissed when Ronan told me he was sending her. Pissed that he wouldn’t come himself. Pissed that he sent me away on this bullshit job to begin with.
But shit could be worse. I could be dead, and not all alone with a naked, beautiful, lethal woman. I don’t know which one turns me on the most? She took my breath away the moment I saw her. But I couldn’t let her know that.
It takes more than a pretty face to derail a man like me. But then she spoke, and then she fought. And she gained my respect the same way she gained Ronan’s obsession. She slipped under our skin without even trying, without us even knowing until it was too late.
That’s the mark of a true professional. The spark of an addiction. He would slit my throat if he knew how close I am to her naked body. That only a thin wall separates us. The idea tickles me as well.
I’d have to be suicidal to walk into that bathroom unannounced, but near-death experiences make a man feel invincible. Make him believe he’s capable of anything. Like seducing a woman who’s as deadly as he is.
Or putting his life on the line because his boss made it clear that no one touches her but him. I’ve never been good with restrictions, or rules, for that matter, so I don’t really give a fuck what Ronan says.
What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And I’m itching to do something death-defying. Itching to light the adrenaline trapped in my veins on fire. And I know Fallon is just the woman to strike the match.
Still holding the ice bucket, I stride into the steamy bathroom like a man with nothing to lose, and my heart pounding strong and steadily like a battle drum.
Only her curvy silhouette is visible through the foggy glass door, but it’s enough to turn me on past the point of no return. Placing the ice bucket in the sink, I run on pure instinct now. On pure want and pure need. On pure, unadulterated desire.
Sliding the glass open, I lean against the shower’s metal frame as all the steam escapes into the room beyond. I should have known you were a Gaelic Storm. I cross my arms, thoroughly admiring the view.
A what? Fallon gazes up at me unfazed, stark naked under the running water. It cascades down her face and body like an angry stream, making her look as fierce and seductive outside as I know she is inside.
A poppy, I clarify. A ginger. A redhead. I prefer the term copperhead. She runs her fingers through her long strands, as if enticing me. As if she knows just how much I want her and is dangling the prospect to fuck right in front of my face.
You would, I snicker. Her hair color is almost the exact shade of a shiny copper penny, and her bite is definitely as lethal as a poisonous snake. Am I a masochist for wanting to know just how deep she can sink her teeth into me?
What are you doing in here? she entertains me. Bringing you ice. I nod to the bucket in the sink. It’s not going to do me much good all the way over there. Her big, bright-green eyes meet mine, and there’s a moment.
A silent moment of understanding. A moment where no words need to be spoken to communicate what we both want. There are no lines or boundaries. No barrier keeping us apart.
Just pure lust driving us. Commanding us. Decompressing us from the strain of this hazardous existence.
I find Fallon missing from the bed and the shower running when I return to the room. Her clothes are strewn on the floor, and a dark wig is hanging lifelessly on the desk chair. I run my fingers through the soft strands, adrenaline still coursing through my veins.
I’ll admit, I was pissed when Ronan told me he was sending her. Pissed that he wouldn’t come himself. Pissed that he sent me away on this bullshit job to begin with.
But shit could be worse. I could be dead, and not all alone with a naked, beautiful, lethal woman. I don’t know which one turns me on the most? She took my breath away the moment I saw her. But I couldn’t let her know that.
It takes more than a pretty face to derail a man like me. But then she spoke, and then she fought. And she gained my respect the same way she gained Ronan’s obsession. She slipped under our skin without even trying, without us even knowing until it was too late.
That’s the mark of a true professional. The spark of an addiction. He would slit my throat if he knew how close I am to her naked body. That only a thin wall separates us. The idea tickles me as well.
I’d have to be suicidal to walk into that bathroom unannounced, but near-death experiences make a man feel invincible. Make him believe he’s capable of anything. Like seducing a woman who’s as deadly as he is.
Or putting his life on the line because his boss made it clear that no one touches her but him. I’ve never been good with restrictions, or rules, for that matter, so I don’t really give a fuck what Ronan says.
What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And I’m itching to do something death-defying. Itching to light the adrenaline trapped in my veins on fire. And I know Fallon is just the woman to strike the match.
Still holding the ice bucket, I stride into the steamy bathroom like a man with nothing to lose, and my heart pounding strong and steadily like a battle drum.
Only her curvy silhouette is visible through the foggy glass door, but it’s enough to turn me on past the point of no return. Placing the ice bucket in the sink, I run on pure instinct now. On pure want and pure need. On pure, unadulterated desire.
Sliding the glass open, I lean against the shower’s metal frame as all the steam escapes into the room beyond. I should have known you were a Gaelic Storm. I cross my arms, thoroughly admiring the view.
A what? Fallon gazes up at me unfazed, stark naked under the running water. It cascades down her face and body like an angry stream, making her look as fierce and seductive outside as I know she is inside.
A poppy, I clarify. A ginger. A redhead. I prefer the term copperhead. She runs her fingers through her long strands, as if enticing me. As if she knows just how much I want her and is dangling the prospect to fuck right in front of my face.
You would, I snicker. Her hair color is almost the exact shade of a shiny copper penny, and her bite is definitely as lethal as a poisonous snake. Am I a masochist for wanting to know just how deep she can sink her teeth into me?
What are you doing in here? she entertains me. Bringing you ice. I nod to the bucket in the sink. It’s not going to do me much good all the way over there. Her big, bright-green eyes meet mine, and there’s a moment.
A silent moment of understanding. A moment where no words need to be spoken to communicate what we both want. There are no lines or boundaries. No barrier keeping us apart.
Just pure lust driving us. Commanding us. Decompressing us from the strain of this hazardous existence.
©M. Never 2020
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M. Never, the author of dark, contemporary and ménage romance. All my stories have addictive heroes, fierce heroines, hot sex, and page turning plots.
A little about me, I love the color black, I'm dependent on coffee, sushi, sweatpants, boots, and watermelon Perrier. I have a clingy pit bull named Apache, and a needy pitsky names Kai!
Writing is my passion, but readers are my love! Suggested reading-- Owned, Ghostface Killer or Slashes in the Snow!
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