"Get your bloody hands off me you sick, twisted, bastard." She twisted her body out of his grip walking away with her head held high.
"Me!" He shouts after her. "I'm the sick, twisted , bastard" He ran to her grabbing her forearm tightly yanking her body around colliding with his chest. She looks up, studying him, his every move then to his eyes. Glaring at him with everything she had.
"You don't know me"
"Than tell me"
Her eyes burning into him. Both chests moving against each other. Heavy breathing, was all that they could hear. She leans up, brushing her lips beside his ear. He could feel her breath against his neck , making him shiver.
"Well Than, let the games begin"
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When two huge egos collide, you wanna step back and watch the fireworks go off. Max and Collin Hunter are deadly man. They are Miami's number one drug lords. But Being well known, they're easy to pick out from a crowd, it gets' a bit hard for them when they look for thugs that owes them money. So they go looking for someone who can help them catch the thugs off guards mentally and physically. Never let a man do a womans job.
In this book, you'll get a behind the scenes look at how your favorite characters were born, my creative process, and the dirty details never before revealed.
Tex's Camp Q&A: Come sit by the fire and ask me whatever you'd like. We can roast marshmallows, tell scary stories, and hang out in the comments like a big, happy family.
Gator's Backstage Pass: A place full of secrets. Learn the-sometimes embarrassing-details on how my wildest scenes came to life, facts about the characters, the process, and myself.