Zane Tishler moved in with his brother after his nightmare divorce to find that his brother had taken in a “stray”, a punk chick with a bad attitude. Liliosa Cortez found a place to start over in a city built for hiding. But when her roommate’s brother moved in she pegged him for a pretty boy with enough baggage to fill a semi and major hostility toward women. But now, after two years, Lili and Zane have become best friends and the perfect “wingmen.” They’ve developed a system for tagging and bagging tourists. No strings attached. They are partners in crime who have managed to have the time of their lives in the City of Sin.
Life would be perfect if they could keep it this way, but a new player in the game makes both Lili and Zane face the feelings they had not been prepared to notice. What happens when dangerous shadows from a forgotten past find their way into the neon spotlights? What happens when the fuse is lit on all those emotions they have deeply buried? Can they survive the explosion or the will the backlash tear them and everyone they love apart?When two pasts become one present in the searing Nevada heat…
When two realities collide under the lights of Vegas…
When two lives are threatened due to secrets and lies…
What do you do when you find out your perfect world is Perfectly Broken?
**As with all my teasers, this is unedited and subject to change. Also, like all my teasers, this is meant for an 18+ audience**
In true Zane fashion, he acted macho, completely impervious to the pain. I was looking at the design books near the front door when I noticed Tish made him wince. I couldn’t pass up the chance to mock him.
I stuck my bottom lip out playfully and asked, “What? The big, strong man can’t handle a little tattoo?”
“Little my ass,” Zane ground out the words between his teeth. “I’ll tell you what Pix, you get more than a couple lines of script and we’ll talk.”
“It’s okay to be a pansy. It’s just Tish and I here. He’s probably known you’re a wuss since you were born and me… well, I figured out you were a pussy the night I kicked your ass in the alley.”
“You kicked his ass?” Tish slid his stool back and raised an eyebrow at me.
“No!” Zane yelled the word at Tish and pinned me with a glare. “She fucking caught me off guard when she kicked me. I wasn’t about to fight a girl.”
“At least I can get a little tattoo without crying like a bitch,” I said the words innocently and hopped up on the counter, grinning widely.
“Two words from that sentence, Pixie. That’s all I heard. Little. Bitch.” He said and the dimple that appeared in his right cheek was the only thing that kept me from getting angry at his words. That dimple was a fucking weapon and he knew just how to wield it.
“Assclown.” I glared and turned my attention back to the design books. “I’m pretty sure I heard the girls you were with the other night using those same two words when they came back in the bar.”
He hissed again as Tish hit a tender spot and I laughed...
We sat on the bench outside the front door and waited for Tish for over an hour; me trying to get Zane to admit the tattoo hurt, him denying my claim.
I tried to be sneaky as I reached my hand out to slap his shoulder, but he caught my hand and pinned both my arms behind my back, moving us so I was on his lap and he had control of my arms.
“Give it up, Pix. I’ll always be faster,” he laughed as I struggled against his grip.
“Yeah, that’s what those girls told me,” I tried to sound angry but he dug his fingers into my side and I burst out laughing. “Don’t! Stop!”
“Don’t stop. That’s what those girls were screaming in the hotel room later.”
“It was actually pretty hot.” I tensed when his voice came out seductively, his breath grazing my ear when he whispered. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, turning my head slowly to face him. “Two girls at once. That was a first for me. I might have to do that more often.”
“Perv,” I said, ignoring the hollow feeling his words caused as I pulled against his hold again. He laughed, pulling me tighter against his chest. The fact that I couldn’t breath had nothing to do with the pressure of his grip.
“Better be careful, Pix. All this squirming around on my lap while we talk about this might make someone else decide he wants to come out to play.”
I groaned and leaned away from him, trying to clear my now foggy thoughts. “I so don’t want to talk about your junk right now.”
“He might enjoy the conversation.”
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