Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
The stories of the Hot Bunch and Rock Chicks continue in the hero’s point of view for one more chapter in each book. What happens when Lee and Indy run into Cherry at the Mexican Joint? When Eddie first sees his purple bathroom? What’s Christmas like with Herb and Trish? What was going on with Boo after Jules got shot?
Find out all of this and more in the Rock Chick Bonus Tracks, now available in one anthology.
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Track 1
Rock Chick
HIS LIST
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Lee
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Lee was in the extra bedroom in his condo sorting through the stuff, most of which would be trashed, when he heard the front door open.
He stilled, listening.
That was he stilled all but his hand. Automatically, it crept to his weapon that was sitting on the beat-up metal desk beside him.
Then he heard strange scraping sounds coming from the door handle, like someone was attempting, poorly, to pick the lock.
“Jesus,” he muttered, stood, and leaving the gun where it was, he walked to the door.
He pulled it open and watched Indy’s body jolt so strongly, she lost balance in the crouch she was holding on the balls of her flip-flopped feet and fell to her ass in the hall.
She looked up at him.
“It was open,” he informed her.
“Oh,” she replied.
“So no need to pick the lock,” he shared unnecessarily as she started to push up to standing.
“Yeah, I got that,” she returned irritably, brushing off her ass with one hand, even though the hall was carpeted, and Judy kept it obsessively vacuumed.
He didn’t watch her brush her ass. He watched as a flush formed on her beautiful cheeks. Color, Lee knew, that didn’t come from embarrassment, because as far as he could tell, his woman didn’t get embarrassed. And fuck knew, he’d witnessed her giving herself plenty of opportunity to feel embarrassment.
No, she was annoyed.
She was also curious.
In many instances, he could read her mind—this was how long he’d known her, and how much attention he’d paid to her—but this time she made it easy.
She tried to peer beyond him.
She’d always been nosy, including being nosy about a room in his place that he kept locked.
Her place was now his place, which prompted him sorting that room. He should have done it before, but now he had renters moving in, so he had to see to it.
Considering his woman’s most recent antics, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her to get what she wanted.
He stood solid in the doorframe and kept the information flowing.
“You do remember three weeks ago? You know, that time when you were kidnapped…again…and nearly taken against your will to Costa Rica?”
Her amazing blue eyes darted to him, and Christ.
Give him a year, even five, to think on it, and he couldn’t tell you precisely what did it for him with her.
This was because there was so much of her that did it for him.
Those eyes, for starters. That blue—rich and so fucking deep, not dark, not light, an azure so pure, he could swim in it.
Her ample ass and tits were two others.
The fact she was who she was, did what she did, let it all hang out and didn’t get embarrassed about any of it was high on the list too.
“That’s hard to forget,” she retorted, a hint of snap in her tone.
“And you thought it was a good idea to creep around my condo?”
“I wasn’t creeping. I have a key.”
“You have absolutely no reason to be here. You were creeping.”
She made the wise decision not to reply to that.
“And I have a gun,” he went on.
She rolled her eyes.
Fair play, he’d never shoot anyone he didn’t intend to shoot, and they both knew it.
“You’re a trouble magnet,” he muttered.
She rolled her eyes again.
Another fair play, Indy being that wasn’t news.
He let his gaze drop to her hand, the one she didn’t use to brush off her ass.
He returned it to her face. “Is that my lock picking kit?”
“Um…” She didn’t exactly answer.
“You stole my lock picking kit?”
“I didn’t steal it.” Definitely a snap in that. “I found it.”
“You found it,” he repeated wryly.
“I found it.”
She was such a shit liar.
“I hid it in one of my boots so you wouldn’t do something like, oh, I don’t know…” He gestured to the floor between them and finished, “This.”
She scrunched up her nose and kept her mouth shut.
He knew why.
She was dying to see what was in the room behind him and getting into an argument with him might mean she wouldn’t get what she wanted.
“You know, if you wanted to know what was in this room, there’s ways to find out that don’t involve breaking and entering,” he pointed out.
“Naked gratitude?” she asked snottily.
He grinned. “Well, yeah. That’s always an option.”
Her stare turned to a glare.
He went on, “But also, you could just ask.”
She put a hand on her hip, hitched said hip—always a warning coming from any female, a code red warning coming from Indy—and asked, fake-sweetly, “Can I see what’s in there?”
“Sure,” he replied easily.
She blinked in surprise, and Lee moved out of her way.
She walked in and gazed around.
Lee watched her.
Her gorgeous, expressive face was filled with wonder.
Another of those things that did it for him. The fact she was gorgeous, but more, how free she was with her expressions. She gave her trust like the precious gift it was, and she gave it openly. Then it was up to you what you did with it.