The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(102)

THE SHADOWS DUET—EROTIC ROMANCE

Seductive Shadows

Seductive Secrecy





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THE BAR HARBOR DUET—NEW ADULT

Pulled Beneath

Pulled Within





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THE MEMOIR SERIES—DARK MAINSTREAM FICTION

Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales

Scars from a Memoir





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NOVELS COWRITTEN WITH GIA RILEY

Lover (Erotic Romance)

Drowning (Contemporary Romance)





Sneak Peek of The Intern





Dalton Family Series: Book Four - Hannah Dalton & Declan Shaw’s Story





Declan “Hannah …” I moaned as I stared at her gorgeous face.

I was seconds away from lifting her onto the bar top, spreading her legs, and eating her in front of every patron in this bar.

I no longer gave a fuck who saw.

Who watched.

I could resist most women.

Not Hannah.

Even though I hadn’t kissed her yet, I could already taste her on my tongue. Maybe it was her perfume that I’d inhaled as I’d gotten closer to her. Maybe it was the anticipation of what her skin would taste like.

But the new flavor in my mouth was positively hers.

And I knew, if I didn’t walk away now, I was going to make her mine.

“Meet me at the table with the rest of your fellow law students,” I ordered.

I turned my back to her and found a seat where I was immediately fielded with questions from the group of students, all waiting their turn for my attention. Most didn’t have what it took to be a litigator.

They didn’t have Hannah’s skills.

It was like that girl was born for this job.

And with her nearing the end of her last semester, graduating, and then taking the bar, her time would be coming soon.

If I was a nice guy, I would get her an interview at my law firm. There, she could intern and transfer to a clerk position while she waited to pass the bar.

But I wasn’t known to be a nice guy.

In fact, it wasn’t smart to give her a cubicle on the same floor as me, to have her that close.

Because what I’d learned while I’d mentored her in the classroom today and during the minutes we’d spoken at this bar, was that Hannah was one dangerous woman.

I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her.

Just like I was having a hard time with that tonight.

What my experience told me was Hannah had never had anything like me. At twenty-four, I was sure she’d only been with college guys who had no idea how to fuck. They didn’t give a shit about what a woman needed. What they desired. What they yearned for.

What it took to make them come.

Those were the things I wanted to give to Hannah, like the quick, hard, relentless swipes of my tongue that would make her scream. The deep, fast thrusts of my cock that would make her fucking shudder.

I glanced around the table, seeing if she had joined us while my back happened to be facing her, but she wasn’t there. She wasn’t at the bar either or at any of the tables surrounding us.

Hannah, where the fuck are you?

I didn’t know.

But what I did know at this moment was that I needed her.

And this little mentoring session with the students at this table needed to end now.

I looked around at the group and said, “Thank you all for joining me, but it’s time I head home.” I decided to add one more thing. To sweeten the blow that I was ending this meet-up after only an hour. “Your drinks are all on me.”

As I shook each of their hands, they thanked me for my time, and I watched them all leave. I was finally alone, standing at the bar, paying for the tab. I decided I needed one more cocktail, so I had the bartender refill my scotch before I did one final scan of the room.

There was still no sign of Hannah.

Maybe she had left, our conversation from earlier, too much for her to handle.

That was fine.

I needed to get the fuck out of here anyway.

Once I signed the credit card receipt, I decided to make a quick stop in the restroom. Just as I started to head in that direction, I saw her.

She was standing in the corner, almost hidden, which was why I hadn’t been able to see her before. But now that I got closer, I saw her face. I saw the details surrounding her.

And I didn’t like what I saw …

She was talking to another man.

They weren’t touching.

But she was smiling.

Flirting.

Basking in his attention.

Man, that girl had balls.

Only minutes ago, she’d acted like she wanted me.

And now, she was doing this?

With another dude?

Fuck that.

I downed my drink as though it were a shot and left it on a table on the way to the restroom. After I finished and washed my hands, Hannah happened to be in the hallway, walking to the ladies’ room as I came out the door.

“I was just looking for you,” she said, and she leaned against the wall between the two doors. “Where did everyone go?”

“I sent them home.” I shoved my hands in my pockets. “You would have known that if you hadn’t been tied up with him.”