Title: A Shameless Little Bet
Series: The Shameless Series #3
Author: Meli Raine
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 5, 2018
Blurb
How do I
prove a negative?
prove a negative?
I need to
prove Jane is innocent, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
prove Jane is innocent, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
Mirrors,
smoke, and lies can conjure a truth that isn't real. Money, bribes, and power
can twist reality. What we call proof is all an elaborate magic act.
smoke, and lies can conjure a truth that isn't real. Money, bribes, and power
can twist reality. What we call proof is all an elaborate magic act.
So is love.
How do you
prove you're in love? How can you know with unrelenting certainty that the
person you can't live without really loves you?
prove you're in love? How can you know with unrelenting certainty that the
person you can't live without really loves you?
It's all
about what you believe. Who you believe. And I believe Jane. I love her. But it
might be too late.
about what you believe. Who you believe. And I believe Jane. I love her. But it
might be too late.
Or,
worse-it might all be an illusion. If proof is just a magician's sleight of
hand, then we're caught in a sick trick.
worse-it might all be an illusion. If proof is just a magician's sleight of
hand, then we're caught in a sick trick.
A deadly
one.
one.
One that
doesn't end with applause.
doesn't end with applause.
But with a
bang.
bang.
Read the
stunning conclusion to the Shameless series as Jane and Silas fight against
forces that conspire to keep them apart -- maybe forever.
stunning conclusion to the Shameless series as Jane and Silas fight against
forces that conspire to keep them apart -- maybe forever.
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Excerpt
SILAS
I won’t let
her go again.
her go again.
My body has
to prove what words cannot.
to prove what words cannot.
Her hands
slide up under my suit jacket and pull my cotton shirt out of the waistband,
riding up under the conservative clothes with a hot passion that makes me need
her, naked and writhing under me, filling her. If she hesitated, I would stop
in a split second, but from the way her tongue moves in my mouth, lips eager
and telling me how much she’s missed me, I don’t sense one hint of question.
slide up under my suit jacket and pull my cotton shirt out of the waistband,
riding up under the conservative clothes with a hot passion that makes me need
her, naked and writhing under me, filling her. If she hesitated, I would stop
in a split second, but from the way her tongue moves in my mouth, lips eager
and telling me how much she’s missed me, I don’t sense one hint of question.
Only
answers.
answers.
Her hand
moves to my erection and rouses me to the point of pain, her fingers on my belt
buckle an act of mercy as she unleashes me, undresses me, our hands now as
frantic as our mouths. Power comes in many forms, and as we shed our clothes we
shed the conventions of society, standing naked before each other, Jane’s
beauty turning me breathless for one throbbing, long series of seconds.
moves to my erection and rouses me to the point of pain, her fingers on my belt
buckle an act of mercy as she unleashes me, undresses me, our hands now as
frantic as our mouths. Power comes in many forms, and as we shed our clothes we
shed the conventions of society, standing naked before each other, Jane’s
beauty turning me breathless for one throbbing, long series of seconds.
Until I
pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bed.
pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bed.
Soft
breasts press against my chest as her arm wraps around my shoulders, her mouth
planting kisses along my collarbone. The gesture is maddening, her other hand
on my ass, squeezing until I almost drop her and take her on the floor,
plunging in with a ruthless impulse that would serve us both in seconds.
breasts press against my chest as her arm wraps around my shoulders, her mouth
planting kisses along my collarbone. The gesture is maddening, her other hand
on my ass, squeezing until I almost drop her and take her on the floor,
plunging in with a ruthless impulse that would serve us both in seconds.
I barely
control myself. But I do.
control myself. But I do.
Because
this is one homecoming that needs to have every layer of ceremony properly
addressed. You do not make frantic love after a schism like ours. You do not
fuck her against a wall or on the floor, pumping until a few strokes go by and
you’re left with an exploded heart and a tired engine. You do not turn a new
connection into a quickie.
this is one homecoming that needs to have every layer of ceremony properly
addressed. You do not make frantic love after a schism like ours. You do not
fuck her against a wall or on the floor, pumping until a few strokes go by and
you’re left with an exploded heart and a tired engine. You do not turn a new
connection into a quickie.
That would
be a tragedy.
be a tragedy.
Author Bio
Meli Raine
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.
Meli rode
her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean
long before that. She lives in New England with her family.
her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean
long before that. She lives in New England with her family.
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