Paris – Corked and Tapped Book 11 by Becca Jameson

Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Corked and Tapped Book 11
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson


“Damn… It never changes.” She couldn’t agree more. Every year they met on Christmas Eve, and every year the chemistry was still there. She didn’t dare ask for more than the one night each year. She wouldn’t risk ruining their arrangement. But, Lord, she wanted to.

Paris is looking forward to Joel’s annual visit. They’d met in a collision of bodies five years ago and spent the hottest night of her life. Every year they meet up on Christmas Eve, but there were rules, they didn’t know anything about each other except their names and wouldn’t search for more.

This year Paris is determined this will be different, she wants more. She wants a real relationship, but he’s broken the rules.

This is a favorite scene.

“How was your year?” he asked. His gaze was intense, his face inches from hers, all his attention on her. No one else existed. Just like every year.

“Not bad. Can’t complain. I worked. Paid bills. Lived life.”

“I bet it was more relaxed since you started working days.” He lifted his bottle to take another sip of beer. She froze. How did he know when she worked?

He stopped moving one second later, his beer halfway to his lips as he stiffened. Finally, he set the bottle back down, his eyes slowly closing as he faced her again. “Shit.”

“How do you know when I work?” she asked as she pulled back a few inches, shaking.

He inhaled slowly, his eyes coming back to hers. “Social media.”

Her mouth fell open. No sound came out. He knows who I am

“I’m so sorry. I broke our rule. I hunted you down.”

“But how? When?” she managed to ask.

“Three years ago.” He winced. “It was a shitty move on my part. I saw your credit card. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at your last name.”

“Jesus,” she breathed. “That’s so unfair. Why didn’t you say anything?” She drew back another few inches, leaning on the back of the stool, putting as much distance as she could between them. His betrayal shook her.

He winced. “I’m so sorry. It was unfair. You’re right.”

She crossed her arms now. His hands were still on her thighs, and he didn’t pull back. In fact, he gripped her tighter. “All this time you’ve been keeping track of me, and I know nothing about you.”

He nodded.

“So you know I’m a nurse. You know who my friends are. My family. My entire life.”

His face scrunched up again. “Yes.”

Paris glanced away, taking a deep breath. She couldn’t draw in enough oxygen all of a sudden.

His hands slid a few inches closer to her pussy. “Please forgive me, Paris. I never meant you any harm. I wasn’t in a position to share more about myself, or I would have. Once I knew your name, I couldn’t stop myself from keeping up with your life. I… needed to know.”

“Needed to know what?” she asked, her face jerking back to glare at him.

He swallowed. “Mostly that you were still single. That you were mine…” He ended that sentence softly. “At least I liked to pretend you were mine. I still do.”

She gasped. All these years she would have given anything to be his, and all along he was watching her.

“It was shitty of me. I made the rules, and then I broke them.”
Becca Jameson. Paris: Corked and Tapped, Book Eleven (Kindle Locations 199-220). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Now Paris needs to know everything and she’s afraid of the consequences of what may be revealed.

Absolutely Sizzling and a secret that surprised me. Definitely didn’t see that one coming!

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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