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He’s the bad boy her mother warned her about.
The guy who makes her crave all the naughty things
a good girl shouldn’t want.
Tanner Grayson is a man outrunning the demons of his past and has the rap sheet to prove it. The only thing keeping old anger in check and him on the straight and narrow are the men he calls brothers and the club he calls home. He has no business taking the sexy woman doing shots in his club upstairs to his bed.
They never should have crossed paths. But when Assistant District Attorney Scarlett Davis lays eyes on the hot as sin club owner, she decides he’s the birthday present she wants to unwrap at the end of the evening.
He tells himself it’s one night. She convinces herself she deserves a short break from her latest case. But one night isn’t enough and soon these two opposites are in deeper than they ever planned.
When Scarlett’s case collides with Tanner’s past, she sees the dangerous man he’s hidden beneath the cool veneer he presents to the world. Can she accept him for who he is? Or will she run from the bad boy who makes her feel so good?
When Scarlett’s best friend and co-worker convinces her to go out for her birthday, she never expected the draw to one of the club’s owners.
In fact, she decides to make him her birthday present. A one night stand with the sexy, bad-boy looking Tanner.
This is a favorite scene the next morning.
“I stepped off the elevator last night and I lost my fucking breath. That was it. Stupid cliché but we locked eyes and I was done for.”
Jason shook his head and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Tanner had thought, of all people, Jason would understand.
Jason placed a brotherly hand on Tanner’s shoulder. “I was laughing because it was Faith’s ass I saw first but forget about me. That’s seriously how it happens. One minute you’re going about your life and the next you’re knocked off your feet. So again, what’s the problem?” He leaned back in his chair and waited for an answer.
“We didn’t exchange last names, we went upstairs, I got a call from the club, and when I came back to the apartment, she was gone.”
“Hence the credit card receipts.” Jason’s gaze scanned the counter. “Any luck?”
“I’m wasting my time. A last name’s not going to get me anywhere in a city this size. I’m just doing it to feel like I’m doing something.”
“Hey, boss! Phone call,” Felicia, their daytime hostess, called. They liked to keep someone at the club to handle calls and schedule parties.
“Which one of us?” Tanner asked.
“You!” Felicia replied.
Tanner headed around the bar and picked up the phone. “Grayson,” he barked into the receiver.
“Tanner?” a familiar voice asked and his entire mood brightened.
“Scarlett?” As he spoke, Tanner caught Jason’s shit-eating grin from across the counter and gave him the finger.
Jason merely chuckled.
“Hi,” she said. “I lost something either at the bar or your apartment, and I was hoping you could keep an eye out?”
“A bracelet?” He’d already put his hand into his front pocket and fingered the delicate chain between his fingertips.
“You found it?” A relieved sigh sounded over the line. “Thank God.”
“Sounds like it’s important to you,” he said, his curiosity definitely piqued.
“You have no idea. If you leave it with someone up front, I can pick it up later today or tomorrow, if that’s okay?”
Just the sound of her voice had his heart rate picking up rhythm. “I have a better idea. Give me your address and I’ll bring it to you. That way you can explain in private why you ran out on me this morning?”
He heard the huff of breath and the deliberate pause she took before answering. “I thought it would be easier. Smarter.”
He narrowed his gaze at both of those honest answers. Easier, he understood. He’d thought as much himself. Smarter? “Let me ask you something.” And her answer would determine how he handled her from here.
“Okay,” she said warily.
“Did you want to stay but thought since we’d agreed on one night it was smarter to leave?” If so, he’d be on his way to her place the second he hung up the phone. “Or did you really want to go before I came back?” In which case he’d leave the bracelet with Felicia and try to forget he’d ever met Scarlett.
She blew out a breath again. “Does it really matter which?”
She chuckled at that. “I wanted to stay.” There was that honesty again.
“Then give me your address and let me bring you the bracelet.”
“It’s really not a good idea. My life is busy and–”
“Address, Scarlett.” He wasn’t giving in. Her excuses were just that. Clearly she had walls and so what? So did he. That didn’t mean he was giving up on her without a fight.
He wanted to get to know this woman better, and since she’d admitted she’d wanted to stay, he felt comfortable pushing past her defenses. Then a thought dawned on him and he decided to offer her an out, his stomach in knots as he asked, “Unless you really don’t want to see me, in which case I’ll leave the bracelet and you’ll never hear from me again.”
She immediately rattled off her address and apartment number. “I don’t have time in my life for you, Tanner–”
“Grayson. Tanner Grayson. And you’re Scarlett…?”
“Davis,” she muttered, causing him to grin. “Make time, Scarlett Davis. Because I’m coming to get you and give you a birthday celebration you won’t soon forget.”
“You already did,” she said before disconnecting the call.
He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face if he wanted to, which had Jason laughing at him from across the bar. He disconnected the call.
Carly Phillips. Sexy Hers (Kindle Locations 440-477). Carly Phillips.
Tanner does manage to give Scarlett an eventful birthday as he returns her bracelet. But there is still on going issues surrounding the club and some very emotional things come to light for Scarlett.
Lots of suspense, intrigue, romance and heat in this second book of the Sexy series.
I can’t wait to read the next one!
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Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels featuring hot men, strong women and the emotionally compelling stories her readers have come to expect and love.
Carly’s career spans over a decade and a half with various New York publishing houses, and she is now an Indie author who runs her own business and loves every exciting minute of her publishing journey. Carly is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs (two wheaten terriers and one mutant Havanese) who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.