Satisfaction (A Lawless Novel, Band 2) - Softcover

Buch 2 von 3: Lawless

Blake, Lexi

 
9780425283585: Satisfaction (A Lawless Novel, Band 2)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0425283585 ISBN 13: 9780425283585
Verlag: Penguin Publishing Group, 2017

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The sizzling second novel in a sexy new contemporary romance series featuring the Lawless siblings—from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake.

Brandon Lawless is a man on a mission: obtain the information that will clear his father’s name. He’s willing to do whatever it takes—even seduce his enemy’s personal assistant, the beautiful and innocent Carly Hendricks. But with her beguiling smile and captivating intelligence, Brandon soon realizes he doesn’t want to deceive Carly, he wants to win her over—both in the boardroom and the bedroom.
 
Then a twisted crime leaves Carly vulnerable and Brandon finds himself reeling. The stakes of his mission are now life or death—Carly’s life. And Brandon realizes he’s lost his heart to an amazing woman and his plan must succeed, because the stakes are no longer just revenge, but a once in a lifetime love.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Lexi Blake is the New York Times bestselling author of Ruthless, the debut novel in the Lawless series, as well as the Masters and Mercenaries series, including Master No, You Only Love Twice, and A View to a Thrill. She is also coauthor with Shayla Black of the Perfect Gentlemen series, including Big Easy Temptation and Seduction in Session, and the Masters of Ménage series, including Their Virgin Mistress and Their Virgin Secretary.

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Chapter One

Two years later

St. Augustine, FL

Carly let the sunshine hit her face and sighed. A whole afternoon. One entire afternoon off and she was doing what with it? Meeting some ridiculously hot guy at a restaurant who would take one look at her, turn, and run. Drew. His name was Drew and the picture the matchmaking company had sent showed a blond man in his thirties who should probably be on the cover of a magazine. Had it been an online service, she might have felt more comfortable. People on those always used the absolutely most flattering picture they could. Sometimes they were years old and pounds of weight ago. Sometimes they were flat-out lies.

But the service she was using actually took the picture themselves. No lies. No hedging the truth. He was that hot.

She hesitated on the street outside the restaurant. It was a tiny Italian place in the middle of the old city. She loved this part of St. Augustine, with its cobblestone streets and tourists walking around. The sea was never far from here and she could feel a breeze from the Atlantic.

What was she doing? Why was she even trying?

Her cell rang, the sound emanating from her massive bag. It had to be massive because she was forced to carry around anything Patricia might need. That was her. She was a walking, talking convenience for the Antichrist.

Who was probably calling to revoke her afternoon off. Patricia rarely giveth, but she was awfully good at taking away.

This was one time it might come in handy. She grabbed her phone and frowned as the real reason she was standing in front of a restaurant wearing her finest Spanx and more makeup than normal was smiling from the screen. She flicked her hand across, accepting the call. "Hey, Meri. I thought you were finishing up class."

"I got out early and I wanted to make sure you're where you're supposed to be."

Sometimes her sister's instincts were scary good. "I'm at the restaurant, but only to tell him I changed my mind. This was a mistake."

Meri groaned. "No, it's not. Come on, Carly. I read the file on this guy. He's hot."

"How did you read the file?" Not that she should be surprised. Along with good instincts, Meri also had the tenacity of a pit bull with a particularly juicy bone.

"I took a peek last week when I was at your place."

"That's called invading my privacy." She tried her best big-sister voice.

It didn't faze Meri at all. "Yes, it's my favorite hobby! And that Drew guy is superhot. They should have the dudes take their shirts off."

"Hello, sexist much? What are they teaching you at that school?"

"That men have objectified women for thousands of years and we need to catch up. When he gets there ask him if he has those notches on his hips. That is so hot."

"I'm not asking him to strip down. I'm asking him to leave," she admitted. "I'm not ready for this. Even if I was ready for this, it wouldn't be with him. I want a nice, normal guy. One who isn't a felon. That's a hard line for me."

"Not every man in the world is Roger," Meri pointed out.

No, they weren't, but that one mistake wouldn't seem to go away. She thought about the message she'd gotten a few days before. Her husband owed money and they were coming after her for it. She'd tried telling them they were divorced and she wasn't responsible for some debt he'd taken on in prison, but apparently the mob wasn't big on divorce.

She put it out of her head. She would go to the cops. It would all go away. First she needed to deal with the problem of hot Drew and her sister's need to get her laid.

"I know that. But it was really bad and I need more me time."

Meri sighed over the line. "It's been two years. It's going to dry up. I learned that in my anatomy class. If you don't use it, a vagina turns to dust."

Her sister was so nasty sometimes, but Carly had to laugh. "Well, I will sweep that sucker up, then, because it's gotten me into a lot of trouble in the past." She sighed, missing her sister since she transferred to Duke. "I'll meet him and talk to him, but don't expect more than that."

"It's all I ask," Meri replied, sounding chipper. "Well, and that you give me all the dirty details. Tell me something. Have you thought about dumping Patricia the Terrible and moving up here with me? I found a job at the school you would love."

Yeah, she likely would. And then her sister might see the inside of a prison cell. Two more years. She had two more years until the statute of limitations ran out and her sister was free and clear. "You know I love my job."

There was a pause on the line. "I know you say that. I don't know how much I believe it. All right. I love you. Call me later and tell me everything and stop frowning."

The line clicked and she put her phone back in her bag. She wasn't frowning. Well, maybe a bit. The waitress showed her to a table on the patio overlooking the street.

She would smile, shake his hand, and they would both laugh about the mistake. They were horrifically mismatched.

She glanced down at the menu. Of course, he might not show at all. She might get to sit here in the sun and have a lovely meal that didn't include salad and she would pull out her tablet and read. That would be awesome. Lasagna and a book. Maybe a glass of pinot and some cheesecake. All alone.

She was sure that sounded pitiful to some people, but it was the perfect afternoon for her. Peace, quiet, solitude. No overbearing bosses or their lecherous husbands. If that man accidentaly touched her ass one more time, she wasn't going to care that he was eighty-seven. He would get a colonoscopy the hard way. She would shove that cane of his right up his keister.

She glanced out and saw a man walking up the street. Whoa. Now, there was a man she could look at for days. With dark hair that curled around his ears, he looked like a movie star. She noticed two other women stopping to stare at him as he passed.

Was there a movie filming in town? No. Patricia always knew about those. She would try to get the stars to give her magazine an interview or get them on her show to talk about home decorating tips.

Of course, Patricia had been distracted lately. Ever since she'd come back from the funeral of an old business partner, she'd been distant, not quite her old evil self. Oh, she humiliated Carly at least twice a day, but she lacked the vigor and glee she used to have.

Carly had to wonder if Steven Castalano had been the one true love Patricia had talked about that night when she'd gotten too drunk, the day before her wedding when she'd acted almost human. That was the night she'd seen the devil cry.

Five more minutes and she would declare herself free and clear. Maybe she would switch restaurants in case this Drew guy was the kind of man who showed up super late to a date. Columbia wasn't far away. She could get some sangria and Cuban food.

Anything to enjoy her one afternoon to herself. Soon they would go back to LA and the guesthouse she stayed in there. It was close to Patricia's Santa Monica mansion. Close enough that she could be at Patricia's side in less than a minute. She knew that because Patricia had timed her and told her not to go over that minute. The guesthouse was nice, but it had nothing of Carly in it. She would miss her townhouse.

Two more years. Just two more years.

She watched as the incredibly hot man walked her way. Not hers, of course, but in the general direction she was sitting in. Not general. Actual. He was walking right toward her, and that was when the grin hit his face.

When his lips curled up, he went from brooding god to an angel. The dark, fallen kind who could do all manner of dirty things because they weren't stuck up in heaven anymore.

When the hell had she gotten so...

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Verlag
Penguin Publishing Group
Erscheinungsdatum
2017
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0425283585
ISBN 13 
9780425283585
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Anzahl der Seiten
384
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