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Derailed
by
Rhiannon Neeley
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$3.95
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Fourteen months ago, Nikki Steele's
car was hit by a train.
She survived.
Completely healed and her life on a
new track, Nikki is determined to live life to the extreme,
not wasting a single minute. But there is one thing she approaches with
caution...Taylor Crase. Her caution is a good thing. She doesn't have any
idea who she's dealing with. One night of passion lets her
touch what life is really about. Too bad Taylor disappeared
without a trace. When she finds him again and sees who he
really is...Nikki is Derailed.
Taylor Crase has been watching
Nikki from his place behind the bar. Working undercover, he
can't act on his attraction to her. Not just because she's a
sexy little number, either. He honestly likes her. When the
drug bust goes down in this little bar, Taylor has no choice
but to drag her out of the melee. He has no idea how that
one night would change his life, make him disregard all the
rules, and knock him completely off track.
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Excerpt
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For five months now, she’d
had her sights set on
Taylor. The first time she’d
seen him behind the bar in
Nightlife, she knew she had
to have him. He was dark and
intimidating, his skin
nicely tanned to the color
of coffee with cream, the
black eyes glittering so
intensely…well…he lit her up
inside with his rough-boy
good looks. But he wasn’t
the typical bartender type.
He looked more like a
bouncer. Not only in the way
he was built—huge and
muscular—but in the way he
constantly scanned the
crowd, his gaze always
moving, always severe.
Except when he looked at
her. His eyes seemed to lock
onto her every so often,
burning her skin with
intensity.
Nikki hadn’t hurried even
with Taylor. She hadn't
spoken to him until a month
after she'd first seen him
when she entered Nightlife
again. She had never been
into the club scene, even
once a month was a lot for
her, but with him behind the
bar it gave her a reason to
go. They managed to talk a
bit when the band was taking
breaks and the music came
down to a level where you
could speak without yelling.
She knew he had a weakness
for pineapple. While they
talked he’d spike a piece
with a toothpick from a bowl
he kept on the bar to use
for tropical drinks and pop
it into his mouth, holding
it there, savoring it before
he chewed. Nikki wanted to
taste that mouth of his,
sample the sweetness of the
pineapple, warm from his
heat.
She’d told him about that
last boyfriend she’d had.
Boy was the operative
word. Craig definitely was
no man. He hadn’t lasted
long, not with her
appetites. When it came to
sex, she tended to let
herself go. Craig had
thought she was too wicked.
He just didn’t know what
felt good. But Nikki would
bet that Taylor did.
Her thoughts went straight
to her core when Tina pulled
into the parking lot.
Tonight, she was going to
figure out a way to get that
man alone, then take her
sweet old time with him.
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