Series:Pierce Securities Book 2
Author:Anne Conley
Release Date: June 29th
Blurb:
Evan Rocco has been a hero to Paige Lawson for as long as she could remember. So when
she runs into him in a bar after a major professional coup, she’s feeling celebratory and
reckless. But it can’t go anywhere, because after all, he’s Evan Rocco. When she finds her
gaming company in trouble, there’s only one man she can turn to.
Evan can’t get the woman who disappeared after their onenightstand six months ago out of his
head. He’d honestly thought there was more between them besides just sex—a connection
he’d never felt before. When PSL, his favorite game software company is the victim of
sabotage, he jumps at the chance to help them solve the mystery behind The Crimson Lady, the
fanmade character who’s taking credit for murder. Maybe it will get his mind off the woman of
his dreams.
When he realizes who the CEO of PSL actually is, he has to get over his own issues or else
he’ll put the one woman in danger he never wanted to hurt.
This is book two in the Pierce Securities series, a standalone story. The first book, while not
necessary to read, is Craze.
Excerpt:
As usual, her voice came out husky and choked when she tried to speak to him. “I’ll see you first
thing Monday morning. Promise. But I can’t talk about this now.” She motioned to Emily, and
Evan nodded but didn’t move. Jeez, he was so close.
They made small talk, and Paige actually found herself flirting with him a little, relaxing, while
the line moved at a snail’s pace to the haunted house. She found out Travis was a neighbor
whose parents traveled a lot. Evan also told her things she already knew: he had a brother in
the Marines, his parents had retired to Montana to raise horses, lots of superficial stuff. She told
him about her father taking her to haunted houses when she was a kid while her scaredy cat
sister had stayed home with Mom. She mentioned her parents were dead, but didn’t give the
details. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Dressed casually, he reminded her of the first time
they’d met. He wore a black tshirt and worn jeans along with the oldest pair of Converse she’d
ever seen. His hair was mussed, as if he’d spent a long day at work, running his hands through
it like a crazed man. With her constant avoidance of him, he probably had. A pang of remorse
hit her hard. She hadn’t made this easy for him. It was time for her to step up and take
responsibility. She’d hired him to do a job, and she needed to get over her schoolgirl crush and
help him. But it was really hard with him staring at her like that.
She could always blame the teenagers for her inappropriate thoughts. They were walking,
talking, flirting hormones on legs. By the time they’d made it to the door, Travis had Emily’s
phone number and they’d already made a date and were holding hands. She was positive that if
she and Evan hadn’t been there they’d be making out. The teenagers that is, not them. Even
though she’d relaxed quite a bit, her heart was still letting her know he was standing awfully
close to her. They went in like a train, with Travis volunteering to lead. Emily hung on to his belt
loops followed by Paige. Bringing up the rear, one of Evan’s hands dropped protectively to her
back. She ignored the warmth trickling through her tshirt at the contact. Her heart pounded and
her hands were clammy, but it wasn’t because of the fog, or the spooky lighting, or the clanging
noises, or the zombies jumping out. It was all Evan Rocco, holding onto her.
As far as haunted houses went, this one was disappointing, or maybe she just couldn’t get into it
with Evan’s breath on her neck, his hand at her waist, or his other hand snaking around her
torso. The further inside they went, the closer they got. Travis was at the front of the line,
jumping with every zombie clown that popped out, giving her ample warning of spooky things
ahead. By the halfway point, Evan’s arms were around her torso, with her own hands clutching
him while they walked in sync together, his hot breath on her neck warming her insides At one
particularly dark corner, Evan yanked her backward into an alcove, pushing her into the
darkness. He leaned his forehead on hers while his forearms leaned on the wall on either side
of her head, caging her in, keeping her from bolting. “You have any idea how many times I’ve
thought of this since April?” His body crowded her into the tiny, dark space while his minty
breath sent her senses reeling. “Haunted houses?” she offered weakly before his mouth met
hers.
It was suddenly as if the puzzle piece she lost six months ago had been put back into place, and
she melted into him as his tongue triumphed over the recesses of her mouth. He growled, a
predatory rumble emanating from his chest that reminded her of that night last April, and she
whimpered against him as he hauled her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her
tightly. His tongue danced with hers, twining around inside her mouth while his hands roamed
her body, cupping her ass. She twirled her fingers in his hair, bringing his mouth closer, fusing it
with hers, unwilling to break this kiss which was rapidly undoing her—mind, body, and soul. As
her fingertips clutched desperately at his biceps, she marveled at how someone who was every
bit as geeky as she was could be so fucking beautiful, because Evan Rocco was a seriously
beautiful man. And this kiss was feral, something wild, causing her to throw caution to the wind
and go with it for as long as it lasted. Evan broke the kiss, leaning his forehead on hers again,
his dark brown eyes consuming her. “Paige,” he breathed out ragged gulps of air. “What the
fuck is happening?”
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Craze: Book One:
Book One in the Pierce Securities series, Craze, is available now at
Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, and most other online retailers.
When Krista catches her boss doing the unthinkable, the only thing she can do is run. Straight
into the arms of the eyecandy she’s been trying not to flirt with on her lunch break. But whose
side is he on?
Ryan’s security firm is having a hard time getting off the ground, and this may be just the job to
help the company out. But pseudobounty hunter isn’t really what Pierce Securities is trying to
get a name for. When he finds out their target is the classy lady from the park, all of Ryan’s
senses go on high alert. What do these men want with her?
Krista is forced into Ryan’s sanctuary in the woods, where she realizes just how wild he is, but
she doesn’t want to tame him. He may feel his methods of protection endangered her, but
without Krista in his life, Ryan is crazed.
This is book #1 in the Pierce Securities, a Romantic Suspense series by Anne Conley, author of
the Stories of Serendipity and The Four Winds.
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