EXCERPT
Pounding music flowed over Isadora Starling as she walked into her
bar, Shenanigans. Only one thing was on her mind, finding someone who would
take her home and rock her world. She was smoking hot and she knew it.
Taking note of every man whose head turned in her direction, she
emphasized the already-seductive sway of her hips as she sashayed to the bar
with purpose. As usual, her eyes kept drifting back to the only man in the
place who made her mouth water. Unfortunately, her best friend was not on the
menu.
She slid into a booth and turned toward her business partner,
Lana, one of the few women she truly trusted.
Lana’s molten silver eyes landed on her. A smirk twisted her lips.
“Back so soon?”
Isa lifted a shoulder in a shrug before stating, “I’m on a
mission.”
Perusing the sultry make-up and her come-ravish-me outfit, Lana
snorted. “I can see that. What are you drinking?”
“Double Grey Goose, straight up.”
“One of those nights?” There was a grimace on her face.
Isa responded with a one fingered salute before turning back to
the crowd with the intention of finding a man.
Lana cut in with, “I still think you should drag him home and get
each other out of your systems.”
By him, she meant Isa’s best friend, Toryn Flame. More than
gorgeous, he was fucking beautiful, masculine perfection. His dazzling blue
topaz eyes were lined in guyliner, not that his eyes needed any help attracting
attention with his ten-mile long lashes. Silky black hair was teased up in a
sexy tousle calling to her fingers. The man was a sex god, in snug leather
pants and half-buttoned black silk shirt open far enough to display his
sculpted chest and the beginning of washboard abs.
Forbidden, though she had a never-ending supply of fantasies
starring Toryn. The current was her craving to lick every ridge of muscle on
her way down to the golden zipper straining over an impressive bulge she wished
she could ignore.
They were firmly stuck in the friend zone. He didn’t see her that
way, and despite the fact he was sensuality walking, she wasn’t supposed to
want him.
Frustrated, she turned back to Lana with a cold stare. “Have you
forgotten he prefers men? Last time I checked,” she looked down and shook her
tits for emphasis, “I have all the wrong parts. Besides, he’s my friend, my best friend and he,” she glanced back to
watch Toryn tongue-fuck his boytoy, “is all over his man, Leon.”
One scarlet brow rose in challenge. “Bullshit, I’ve seen him take
women home.”
“Please, when was the last time? Tiffany? And that rare occurrence
was over a year ago.”
Lana’s mouth dropped open, “Oh my god, you are fucking blind,
Isadora. He’s only with Leon to distract himself from you.” With a glare, Lana
slid the vodka to her.
Isa would give anything for that to be the truth. Forcing the
desperate sentiment from her mind, she took the shot in a single gulp, causing
Lana to grimace.
Driving her point home, Isa nodded back to the two hottest men in
the place. “Toryn is with Leon. Has been for nearly two months, which is some
kind of record for him.”
Actually, they had been dating exactly seven weeks, which was damn
near a miracle. Aside from Leon, he hadn’t been with a single person more than
twice since she’d met him nearly ten years ago. Somehow his lack of commitment
made her want him all the more. She always loved a challenge, and secretly
wished she could be the one to snare him permanently.
Of course, if she told Lana she was counting the days Toryn stayed
with Leon, it would prove her point. A point Isa was going to deny until her
desire finally died.
With a devilish smirk, Lana shrugged. “He’d dump him for you in a
heartbeat.”
A glance back at Toryn easily reminded her how wrong Lana was.
Toryn was grinding his hips into Leon who was hungrily kissing down Toryn’s
throat. They were too hot and heavy for their public display of sexual
chemistry to merely be a distraction.
“Then why is he taking Leon home tonight? And don’t tell me he’s
not. Do you see them?” Isadora pointed back at them with a wicked grin. It was
a gorgeous sight.
Licking her lips and watching like every other woman, and most of
the men, in the nearly anything goes bar, she nodded. “Oh, I do, but you don’t
see the way he looks at you. Like he’s making love to you with his eyes. When
you aren’t watching Toryn, he always stares at you.”
Lana filled the shot glass.
In all the years they’d been friends, Toryn had never made a move,
so Lana was wrong, very depressingly wrong. Isa slammed back the second dose
and glared back at Lana. “You’re full of shit. Pour me another.”
“I’m not. I still say you’re fucking blind,” Lana taunted as she
refilled the glass. “If he wasn’t so hung up on you, I would make a move on
him.”
That hurt.
Wait… what? Hung
up on me? Yeah,
might need to have her committed.
Isa took another glance at Toryn and Leon, then grinned at Lana.
“If you can pry him from Leon, he’s all yours.”
Thankfully, Lana changed the subject. “Where’s Mike?”
Well-intentioned, maybe, but her new topic wasn’t much better. Isa
downed the third shot before answering, “Don’t know. Don’t care. Of course it
would be a hell of a lot easier to get laid if he were around.” He was her favorite fallback romp in the sack.
“You torture that poor man. If you’d let him, he’d fall in love
with you.”
Which was exactly the reason she hadn’t called and was attempting
to avoid him… though in desperate times...
Mentally shaking herself, she quipped, “We don’t work as a couple.
Sure, explosive in bed, awesome on the dance floor, but that is where our good
chemistry ends. We would drive each other batshit crazy—and I’m not talking
about the scorch the sheets way—in a matter of days. Not to mention the fact
Roxy hates my fucking guts.”
“Only because you’re stringing her brother along. Plus, she has a
valid point. I’m still convinced you fell for Toryn years ago. Like two seconds
after you met him.”
She was right, but Isa wasn’t going there. “Go to hell.”
“Only when you join me.”
Isa slid the empty glass at Lana and batted her lashes. “Anyone I
should consider?”
With an accusatory glare, she answered, “Plenty of them. Except, don’t take the hot blond home.”
She glanced down at the end of the bar for about the hundredth time since Isa
sat down.
All Isa saw was the healthy fall of shiny blond hair, way too long
and perfect to be on any man’s head.
“I don’t go for blonds.” Isa smirked before turning toward the
crowd. Of its own accord, her gaze landed on Toryn, who winked at her.
Lana pulled her back to reality with bite in her tone. “Knowing
you, you’ll take him home to spite me.”
Isa spun back around, her hands landing on the counter as her eyes
narrowed. “I would not. When was the last time?”
Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Last week, when you took Reese home.”
“Oh,” she shrugged sheepishly, “that hardly counts. You didn’t
warn me beforehand. If you had simply told me, I would have found someone else.”
It was the truth, Isa never meant to hurt anyone, and especially not her
friends. There had been plenty of other options. She honestly hadn’t realized
Lana was interested.
“Why don’t I believe you?” she muttered. The question stung. Of
course, her payback sucked. Lana turned around and hired the guy the very next
day, even after Isa begged her not to.
“I’m not selfish, Lana. I wouldn’t do that to you,” she whined.
“Hmph,” Lana didn’t look convinced, but a smirk formed as she
looked over Isa’s shoulder.
Isa fought back a smile as she felt Toryn’s approach. He had a
presence she could feel and as much as she hated her weakness, it felt good to
have him close. Toryn leaned his long hard body against hers.
Lana grinned as if her point was made.
One corner of Isa’s mouth lifted. “I would be more worried about
Toryn taking Blondy home.”
“Bitch,” she gasped.
“Grey Goose?” Toryn licked his full lips as his brow cocked. “One
of those nights, Isa?”
Her eyes nearly rolled out of her head, “Okay, everyone stop! I
had a long day, and I’m horny as hell. It’s not like I’m driving home. No more
judging. Just let me find a man for the night.”
The guy sitting next to her turned with a smile that chilled her
blood. His deep blue eyes seemed wrong, his skin too pale, almost blue. She’d
seen him before, but couldn’t place where.
Isa glared back. “Not you.”
Amusement danced through his eyes as they dropped to his drink
with a chuckle.
Toryn grinned at Lana. “Two Loves and one is for my sweet
Isadora.” His eyes held a mischievous sparkle.
Isa snorted. “Is that so?”
“Don’t argue,” he purred in a way that made her want to scratch
her nails down his back while riding him into the night.
With a groan, she smiled back at Lana and tossed down enough cash
to cover her vodka and the Loves, plus a generous tip. “Where’s Leon?”
Avoiding answering, Toryn quickly finished the drink and placed
his empty glass with a purposeful thunk on the counter. “Let’s dance.”
She let the question slide and followed his lead after finishing
her cocktail.
Maybe she had a bit too much, too fast, because the world tilted.
Still, she managed to walk straight.
“Leon won’t be jealous?”
“Nope, he plans to join us soon.” She could feel his eyes caress
down her body and back up. “He told me to tell you that you’re on fire
tonight.”
“He always says that.”
He pulled her close and his lips grazed over her ear. “Only
because it’s true.”
The warmth of his breath and rumble of his voice only heightened
the ache between her legs. Such a damned
tease. And if he didn’t do it with everyone,
she might think he really felt something for her.
