My thighs flex, causing my body to reflexively ready to shoot up out of my chair and escort her up the stairs to the safety of the floor above. Immediately I promise myself to find out what’s troubling her and go to the ends of the earth to squash it into extinction. She’s beyond beautiful, but her baby blues eyes can’t disguise that she’s not happy. Those ruby red lips that curl up in a forced smile. My fingers loosen around my cards before jerking violently as I squeeze the hand I was dealt, as I first imagine my calloused digits gliding through her silken hair and then knifing through this princess’s mane, jerking her head back while I ravish her neck with my mouth.Īnd her mouth. Her blonde locks bounce with each cautious, calculated, and awkward step she takes in her gravity-defying stilettos. “I repeat, the action is to you, Julian,” the dealer announces.Īll body movements cease as my unblinking eyes lock in on the jaw-dropping young blonde’s legs as she descends the stairs into the underground poker game frequented by mafia miscreants and societal outcasts that have no right to be blessed with the presence of such exquisite beauty. Get free books from time to time by signing up for my mailing list…

She’s my life now and I’m bringing her home.

She’s going to be a permanent fixture in my life and me in hers. I’m possessive, territorial, and jealous. When you know you know and a real man doesn’t waste time claiming her for the entire world to see, to know she’s off-limits to everyone but him. I’ve found the sweetest girl in the world and now it’s my duty to protect her from harm. My eyes are drawn to her ring finger like a magnet and despite not knowing her name or anything about her, I already know what her future holds.īecause she belongs to me.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.Īll my body movements cease as she descends the stairs into the underground poker game frequented by mafia miscreants and societal outcasts that have no right to be blessed with the presence of such exquisite beauty.

Jealous Fighter by Lena Little