Karin Tabke has a new book out!!
In A Bad Way is part of her Bad Boys of the Bay series, and even though I haven’t read it yet, I know this authors work well enough to know this story is well worth checking out. In all honesty, all of her stories are great reads, so if you haven’t discovered her yet, nows the perfect time to get hooked!
Special Agent Flynn Ryker meets his match when Wild Style, a sexy little stripper with a big secret lands in his lap, literally.
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Look at him, Izzy thought. He has to bat them off with a stick. Guys like him were cut from the same cheating cloth as her father, Lord Humps-A-Lot. Too damn good looking, too damn superior and too damn arrogant. It was just the kind of guy Izzy wanted to sink her claws into and shred.
She just found her mark.
Putting her best strut on, she moved into the room, her eyes on the prize. The closer she got to him the more her body warmed. He stood there, blatantly giving her a long leisurely up and down. He was a magnificent specimen. At least six four. Thick black hair, cropped short on the sides a little longer on top. Blue eyes that snapped, crackled and popped with all kinds of hidden wickedness.
Her breath grew heavier, as if the room was suddenly loosing oxygen. Her nipples tightened and she knew as his eyes dropped to her chest they were clearly defined against the thin pink material of her bikini. The inexplicable urge to fling it off and shove her breasts in his face overcame her.
If she listened to the warning bells ringing in her ears, she’d turn left or right and pick another mark. She ignored them, too intrigued by the man with the taunting smile to give the warnings bells serious credence. When his blue eyes rose back up and caught hers, his full lips slowly rose at the corners and she knew she was going to regret every minute spent in his presence. He was something she had never allowed herself to experience before. A mature, confident, red-blooded male that oozed sex appeal and who, she instinctively realized, knew his way around a woman’s body.
Yeah, she was positive if she let him, he would make her feel things she only dreamed about. And she’d want more.
Danger, Danger, her brain screamed. Her heart, the one that yearned for the information she needed, trumped it.
She might get hurt by this man, but it could never hurt as much as finding out you had a sister one minute and lose her the next.
He was a means to an end. Seduce him. Drug him. Video his badness then hand it over for information.
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“I’m not like the rest of them,” the hot little number in the pink bikini said as she virtually floated toward Flynn. Her voice was soft and husky like she’d been drinking whiskey all night. She didn’t have to tell him what his eyes and instincts plainly knew.
Flynn grinned, resisting the urge to slam her against the wall and drill into her. “No, you’re not,” he answered. “You’re in a league of your own.”
Her dark green eyes flashed, the gold and black striations surrounding the iris firing with heat. “I don’t fuck my customers.”
The minute she said the word fuck, his dick leapt aggressively against his jeans. Without blinking he asked, “What constitutes a customer?”
“Someone who buys me a drink or pays for a lap dance.”
“Then I won’t buy you a drink or pay for a lap dance.”
She smiled wider, the gesture tugging at his swelling groin. She had straight white teeth, and luscious lips. She smelled like bubble gum. He wanted to taste her