Deadlands Heat (Doomsday Lover Book 1)

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Book: Deadlands Heat (Doomsday Lover Book 1) by Sienna Cole Read Free Book Online
Authors: Sienna Cole
of that jerky?”
    He grinned, flashing his dimple, and then he turned me around and pulled me tight against his chest “For you, anything.”
    “Anything?”
    He dropped his lips to mine. “Anything.”
    I curved into his embrace, sinking into the heat of his slow, passionate kiss. When I broke away my breathing was heavy and my heart was racing. I looked up at him with hazy half-lidded eyes and whispered, “I want your bike.”
    He laughed. “It’s yours.”
    I pulled back to look him in the eye. “Really?”
    “Really. It’s the least I can do after you fought so hard for my package.”
    “I did it for Danny,” I admitted quietly. “He was an ass, but you could count on him to have your back. He always said he’d retire with a perfect delivery record--I couldn’t see him resting easy with unfinished business.”
    “Speaking of unfinished business…” He kissed my neck, nuzzling the sensitive spot under my ear while I snaked my hand around and fished the keys out of his back pocket. He snorted and shook his head. “Subtle.”
    I shrugged, pulling away. “I have to do things when I think of them. I’m easily distracted.”
    He let me go. “Not easily enough, as far as I’m concerned…” He ran his fingers through his already messy hair. It looked like he wanted to ask something, then he shook his head. “I’ll walk you out.”
    “Such a gentleman.” I looped my arm through his. “Thanks for the bike.”
    He grinned. “Well, I figure you gave me one hell of a ride, it’s only fair that I return the favor.”
    I gave him a half-hearted swat, trying not to laugh. “I take it back. You, sir, are no gentleman.”
    “And you’re no lady.” He leaned down to add in a whisper, “I like it.”
     
    WE PARTED COMPANY at the shadowed entrance to the oasis. He didn’t wave or say goodbye. When the time came, he just smiled and turned away, walking back the way we came until he disappeared round the corner. Part of me wanted to follow him…but the rest of me wanted to chase that orange sunset into the ground.
    I climbed on my new bike, grinning as I revved the engine. She was a beauty; sleek and black and growling like a panther. I tore off into the desert, the sun in my eyes and wind whipping through my hair—kicking up dirt and looking for trouble. Just the way I like it.
     
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Thank you for reading my book. I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you enjoyed the ride. Please consider leaving me a review. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
     
    And I hope you’ll come back for Jenna’s next steamy adventure—
     
    Doomsday Lover: Pirates of the Desert Seas!
     
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    xoxo Sienna Cole
     
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    Keep reading for a special sneak peek at an upcoming release from another Good Bad Girl’s author…
     
    Jinny Katt
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    The Wolf
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    And the Lady in Red
     
    A werewolf’s nose is difficult to deceive. I knew this, and yet I kept trying to fool him. Today, I’d stuffed the deep pockets of my walking-dress with garlic, cloves and anise. I’d even tucked some into the lining of my picnic basket, in an attempt to mask any scent from the food tightly sealed within. I paused at the edge of the forest, the sunny meadow at my back, the shadowed trees beyond. I could sense him nearby. I could feel him watching me. I swallowed convulsively, a ticklish bead of sweat slipping down the back of my neck, making me shiver as I entered the hush of the wooded glade.
    It was cooler here. One could almost forget that in another week, spring would be nothing but a sweet, perfumed memory and the air would turn to pea-soup; thick with the sent of wilting trees and simmering vegetation. A rustle to my right made me whirl to face…a chipmunk gnawing an acorn. It froze, staring at me—no, staring beyond me…
    I felt the rush

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