Ebony and Ivory's Book Harmony: ~~Cover Reveal~~ Twisted Desire by Christa Simpson

Title: Twisted Desire

Author: Christa Simpson

Release Date: July 19, 2014

Series: Book #4 in the Twisted Series (stand-alone)

Genre: New Adult Romance/Romantic Suspense

(18+ due to graphic scenes involving sex, violence

and vulgar language that may be offensive to some readers)

Synopsis:

Find the girl... Trick the girl... Collect the reward. His plan was foolproof.

Strong, seductive and sexy as hell. Harley Gates is all those things. He’s a renowned PI who rides above the law, because he’s worth more to the cops on the front line than in a jail cell. When a new client puts him on the task of tracking down her boyfriend’s so-called mistress, the size of the pay check says he’s going to do it, no matter the cost. The plan is foolproof. Find the girl. Trick the girl. Collect the reward. But Miss Aliah Brooklin is no fool. She’s as feisty as they come, provoking him with every lick of her lips. But Aliah Brooklin isn’t ready to turn in her glass slippers just yet. Being once burned, twice shy, she’s careful to guard her heart. No man means no problems. She knows this. But this motorcycle man who calls himself Harley has her swooning like a fairy tale princess. She knows something’s not quite right with him, but their chemistry alone has her surrendering to his wiles. Is Aliah doomed to a life without love? That’s what she keeps telling herself. But tattooed sexy sure throws a kink in her plans. If no love means no heart break, then why does this man have her heart tearing at the seams? When Harley’s investigation flips to a new mystery, he’s forced to tell her the truth. A vicious twist will change everything. Note: This book is part of the Twisted series, coming after the Twisted Trilogy, however it can be enjoyed as a stand-alone (with spoilers from the first three books, of course).

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Excerpt:

She pulls the hair tie from her high pony and shakes it out, until long waves of silky hair are framing her face and dangling down to the curve of her lower back. Her hair whispers across the bareness of her skin, like chocolate silk. “So, is that a yes?” He’s not below begging at this point, if she is to say no. “Yes to what? I recall that you asked what I was doing later. Was I supposed to assume that you meant you’d like to keep me busy?” “I would like that. Very much.” “I’m sure you would. Unfortunately, I’m busy. Maybe next time. But not likely,” she mumbles under her breath, as her voice trails off. “Are you too good for me? Just say it, if that’s it.” His words stop her in her tracks. She spins back around and props a hand on a flawless hip. “Do I look good to you?” She looks bad. Very, very bad. Her sassy mouth and bad attitude are really turning him on something fierce. He wants to spank her. “Good isn’t the word I would use.” His eyes violate her entire body. He reaches out and pulls a single strand of hair from between her lips, then dusts a kiss there, in stark contrast to the loaded machine gun he’s packing in his pants. He can see that she’s flustered. He’s getting to her. Little miss Aliah isn’t quite as hard as she lets on. He, on the other hand, is as hard as he can possibly get. “You make me feel…” She huffs, not even knowing how to fill in her own sentence. “Wow. So she does feel.” Aliah narrows her eyes, but quickly replaces that look with a smile. “Yes. I only play the heartless bitch.” He watches her fidget with her necklace, then closes his hand over hers to stop her. “You’re a good actress.” She shoves him backward, taking what he says the wrong way. “Get away from me.” Though she tries to put some distance between them, her attempt at moving him is wildly unsuccessful. He catches her wrist, worried he’s pushed her a little too hard. With Aliah, there seems to be a fine line between O-K and F-U. “I’m sorry…” he starts, but is cut off by Aliah’s pleased cackle. “I am pretty good, eh? I certainly had you.” He couldn’t believe he had fallen for her act. “I feel like I have to tread carefully with you. Should I ask for permission before saying anything offensive?” “Hah! Where would the fun be in that? It’s all good. I’m sure I can handle you in real time.” “Is that right?” Her hesitation is sweet, but the smug expression that swipes across her face makes him want to collect her hands behind her back to restrain her, while he moulds her soft curves to his hard edges. Would she respond to him? He moves his face very near hers and growls. “You only think you could handle me.” She doesn’t back away. “No. I can handle you.” His body twitches at her bold statement, only leaving him to egg her on. He wants to taste her, when he inhales the sweet nectar inviting him to her skin. His breath rushes over her ear. “Prove it.” He thinks she’ll retreat, but then he feels her silky hands discovering the inside of his leather jacket. “I plan to.” Copyright 2014 Christa Simpson

About the Author:

Christa Simpson is a Romance Author who enjoys entertaining her readers with sexy alpha males and sassy heroines. She writes sassy new adult romances and steamy adult romances loaded with passion, suspense and sarcasm. In her “free time”, she loves reading, writing, music, movies and dancing. She likes her men muscled, her music loud and her kids happy.

She’s a small town girl, living in Southwestern Ontario with her husband and two beautiful daughters. Christa is a legal assistant by day, wielding a sexy imagination by night. She’s a dreamer and has always believed that you can do anything you set your mind to.