HERE TOMORROW 7 PM PST. JAMIE SCHMIDT AUTHOR OF: STUD

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JAMIE

SCHMIDT 
 
AUTHOR OF:


Terri Cooke wishes she could give Mick Wentworth a piece of her mind. The infuriating stud muffin walks into her coffee shop every morning expecting his regular order at 8:57 on the dot, without ever acknowledging Terri’s presence—except for staring at her cleavage. And yet she can’t deny that Mick Wentworth has an animal magnetism that’s stronger and richer than any espresso . . . which explains why Terri says yes when he suddenly, inexplicably asks her out.

After the morning coffee run, Mick’s day is all downhill from there. His family’s marketing firm is dysfunctional in more ways than one, so to save the business, Mick desperately needs to impress their newest client. When he learns that Terri’s a fan of their trendy product, he tries to get inside her head. It doesn’t hurt that she’s the barista he’s been lusting after for the past five months. But as things heat up with Terri, Mick finds that a little steam is just the jolt he needs to turn his whole life around.








Lucy Simmons comes from a rough family, but she’s a damn good public defender. Even though she hates to see criminals walk due to sloppy police work, the law’s there to make sure everyone gets a fair trial, and Lucy certainly doesn’t believe in the kind of justice meted out by the leather-clad ex-cop they call “Evil.” He’s stubborn, cynical, and out of control—but he plays her body like no man ever has. For once, both Lucy’s boss and her brother agree: The biker is trouble.
 
Evan Villiers took a sacred vow to let no killer, rapist, or pedophile go unpunished. When scumbags fall through the system, the Sentinels of Babylon clean up the garbage. Although the SOBs and their methods may not be to Lucy’s liking, the beautiful lawyer has become Evan’s light in the dark. But his next hit is Lucy’s own brother—a murderer who got off on a technicality. Now, with his loyalties split, Evan must turn his back on his sworn duties . . . or lose the woman who has claimed his reckless heart.


Three women hurried over to Evan, and without thinking Lucy half rose from her seat. Cal’s hand on her knee stopped her. She whirled on him, about to bash his head in, but he smiled and said, “Let him come to you. If you go over to him, you’re just another one of the crowd.”
Sure enough, Evan was soon surrounded by the pretty girls—one of whom matched the “watermelon tits” description from a few years ago. Maybe these were his girlfriends. Maybe that was why he hadn’t bothered calling her all week. He’d been too busy screwing their brains out.
“This was a mistake,” she said, shooting to her feet.
“I’ll walk you out.” Cal got up too and then leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Don’t look now, but you have the big man’s attention.”
Her head swiveled even as Cal slung an arm around her waist and walked her toward the door.
Evan’s eyes were wide with shock, then squinted in anger when he noticed the placement of Cal’s arm. And that was the last she saw because Cal shut the door behind them.
“Thanks, Cal,” she said as they walked down the stairs. “But I can make it to my car from here.”
“You’re not all right to drive. Let me take you home on my bike.”
“No, I’ll be okay. I’ll sit in my car until the buzz passes. Thanks for the use of your jacket.” Handing it back to him, Lucy wished it had been Evan’s. She wouldn’t have given it back.
The door above them crashed open, and Evan stormed down. “Fuck off, Cal, before I put you through a wall.”
Cal looked at Lucy to make sure it was all right.
“Don’t you look at her,” Evan said.
“It’s okay, Cal. I’ve got this,” Lucy said, patting his arm.
“You know how to reach me if you change your mind about the ride.”
“The fuck she will. Are you trying to piss me off?” Evan whirled on Cal, but Lucy tugged him back. Cal faded away upstairs.
“Leave him alone. He was just being nice to me.”
“He doesn’t get to be nice to you,” Evan said, stepping closer to her.
“Personal space, Evil.” Lucy shoved him, but as usual, he didn’t move.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
It was a good question. She wasn’t ready to tell him about Travis, and she didn’t want him to know that she couldn’t get him out of her mind. So, she fell back on plan B. “I want to set a time to see Chloe’s attorney. Meyers has been avoiding me all week.”
Kind of the way you have.
But she didn’t say that, because she hadn’t called him either. Now, feeling the heat and tension coming off his body, she wondered if he had been as tied up in knots as she’d been.
“Dressed like that?” His once-over was like a rough touch, and her body responded by tightening in all the right places.
“I just came from a date,” she said, her throat dry.
“Munson,” he snarled. “Come with me.” He took her by the arm, but unlike with Cal, this was no gentle touch. He propelled her up the stairs and across the crowded VIP area. She caught Cal’s eye, and he raised his beer to her.
“Let go of me. What are you doing? People are looking at us,” she hissed at him.
“Good.” He tossed her into his apartment and slammed the door behind them.
“What do you mean good?” She rubbed her arm where he grabbed her. It didn’t hurt, but it was still tingling from his touch.
“I mean it’s good that my crew knows now that you’re off-limits.”
“Am I?” Lucy glared up at him.
“You want that fucker Cal?”
“No, shithead. I want you.”
Lucy would have taken those words back if she could have. They hung in the air like lead balloons.
“You shouldn’t have said that,” he whispered, and then a smile creased his face. “But I’m so glad you did.”





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