Claiming London – Club Zodiac Book 6 By Becca Jameson

Claiming London
Club Zodiac Book 6
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson


She’s living life on the edge…
He’s hell-bent on taming her…

After five years in an abusive marriage, London wants nothing to do with men ever again. In fact, she’d rather spend her life doing everything she missed out on while she was married. Bungee jumping. Skydiving. Submission…

Pierce has already been married once. It didn’t work out. Undercover cops make horrible husbands. No wonder his ex-wife left him. So why the hell is he pursuing another woman?

London is determined to keep Pierce at arm’s length. Friends with benefits? Hell yes. The sex is great. The dominance is amazing. But Pierce wants more than he should, and when emotions start getting tangled up in what was meant to be a no-strings situation, London has to decide if it’s worth it to risk her heart again…

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I love this series, the new Zodiac Club in Denver was about to open, and the managers have found their loves.

Then there’s London, she’s Aaron’s sister and the events that led to her now being a widow, also led her to Pierce. She’s getting her life back together finally, and he is about to stop waiting for her to be okay.

This is a favorite scene.

London sighed as she arrived at her apartment. Finding Pierce on her doorstep wasn’t unexpected of course.

And sure enough, his eyes were narrowed, and his head was cocked to one side. Yeah, he was going to lecture her.

She forced herself to ignore him, unlocked the door, and left him standing in the entry. He would come in of his own accord. She didn’t need to invite him.

She passed through the small living room to the attached kitchen area to set the box of doughnuts on the table. It would probably be a while before she was able to enjoy them. After grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she leaned against the counter, crossing her ankles in front of her. She didn’t offer him anything. In fact, she hadn’t even spoken. “Go ahead. Get it out of your system. I’ve got other things to do.” Things that don’t involve listening to yet another lecture from the men in my life.

“What other things?” he asked, his shoulders relaxing. Was he smirking at her?

“None of your business. Maybe I have book club or maybe I’m going to get a piercing or maybe I just plan to go make new friends at the local bar.”

He gave her a slight smile now. “Book club?”

“Yeah, you’ve heard of them. Where people get together to discuss something they all read. I do read, you know. After all, I have a bachelor’s in English.”

Now, he fought harder against the smile, which infuriated her a bit. Sure, she was lying through her teeth about belonging to a book club, but he didn’t have to make fun of her. “What book did you read?”

She threw up her free hand. “Maybe we’re reading Anna Karenina. Jesus, Pierce.”

“Tolstoy, huh?” He shook his head. “You have friends. Why do you need new ones?”

“I had four friends, and one of them is my brother. One of them is his girlfriend. She hardly has a choice either. I assume I’m down to those two now that I broke Hope’s trust by telling everyone she was hiding out in my apartment.”

“Do you realize how scared Aaron was while he didn’t know where she was?”

And here we go…

“He spent the entire night worried about her. You had to know that.”

She rolled her eyes. “She’s not twelve. She’s a grown woman. She can make her own choices.”

“Yes. She can.” His voice rose. “But a good friend would have convinced her to at least let the people who care about her know she was safe.” He stood taller, his voice rising again. “I’m just saying—”

“Stop shouting at me.” She set her water down with a shaky hand and stomped past him to put some distance between them.

He spun toward her. “I’m not shouting.”

“Yes. You are. Don’t do it. If it makes you feel better to chew me out, go ahead. Get it out of your system. But don’t raise your voice. I don’t like it when men raise their voices.”

He sighed, stepping closer. “I’m sorry. That shitty excuse for a husband screamed at you, didn’t he?”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t have to. Pierce was perfectly aware of what her abusive husband did to her before he chased her down at Colin’s house, broke in, and fired enough rounds inside the room to get himself shot and killed by the police.

Pierce hadn’t been the one to shoot Louis. He’d been there as a detective, but outside. Really, he’d been there as a friend of Rayne. A friend who just conveniently happened to be on the police force.

“Hope isn’t mad at you. I spoke to Aaron. They worked things out. You’re not going to lose her as a friend.”

“She should be. I would be if I were her.”

“Chicks before dicks?” He grinned.

“Something like that.”

“Well, she’s a bigger person than that. She wouldn’t have wanted you to let Aaron call the police and file a missing person’s report while you were standing right next to him and knew perfectly well where she was. It’s understandable.”

“Fine. Whatever. You done?” She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t face Pierce right now. It hurt too badly. She hated knowing she’d disappointed him and probably lost him in the process.

“What other friend did you lose?”

She gave him the most exasperated look she could manage. “You. Now, are you done?” She headed for the door, intent on getting him to leave.

He didn’t follow her. “Why me?”

“Because I knew you would eventually barge in here all disappointed in me and lecture me about my bad choices. I’m not interested in being constantly judged. I don’t have time for that from anyone in my life anymore.” She opened the door and held it, sweeping one hand toward the hallway. “So. Off you go.”

He didn’t budge. Instead, his gaze trailed to the bandage on her biceps. “What happened to your arm?”

“I got a tattoo.”

His lips curved upward again. “Of course you did.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t get all offended. I’m just not surprised, is all.” He stared at her a moment and then slowly sauntered toward her, his gaze locked on hers, his expression strange and unreadable. When he reached her side, he pushed the door closed and kept advancing, forcing her back against it.

Before she could wrap her mind around his actions, he set his palm on her neck and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “But back to your earlier statement, I didn’t really want to be your friend anyway. I’ve known you for two months. At no point did I really think of you as a friend. I just pretended because I knew you needed time and space before I asked you out on a real date. I’m done waiting now.” His gaze shifted to her lips.

She gasped. Was he going to kiss her? It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He was the kind of man any woman would swoon over. Military. Police officer. Tall, dark, handsome. The works. This was the first time he’d gotten this close to her. It was also the first time she’d been certain he was interested in her in this way.

Kissing him was a bad idea, but she had no interest in stopping him. It had been so many years since anyone looked at her with the smoldering gaze he was currently using.

He seemed to gauge her reaction and found it agreeable because a moment later, his lips were on hers. Soft. Gentle. Smooth. And then rough and demanding as he tipped his head to one side and moaned into her mouth.

She grabbed his biceps to keep from collapsing to the floor as her knees threatened to buckle. All her bravado fled in an instant.
Becca Jameson. Claiming London (Kindle Locations 192-195). Becca Jameson Publishing. Kindle Edition.

This book is filled with decisions for both London and Pierce. Things had to change, London needs to grow, and Pierce needs something a bit less dangerous than going undercover.

A page turning read, with lots of sensuous heat and a perfect new romance.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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Becca Jameson Becca Jameson

Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.

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