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Blown contains mature adult themes, including explicit sex scenes. Not intended for an audience under 18 years of age. More
Veronica "Roni" Guard is an undercover cop trying to bust a drug ring. Unfortunately, she runs into her ex-boyfriend, Mateo Vargas, at an illegal street race in the California desert. He just happens to be a pretty big criminal himself. That's why they split originally. No matter how much chemistry they have between them, a cop and a gangster are not a good match. Roni Convinces Mateo to help her with her case, his reluctance derailed by the one thing that always worked between them--sex. Yes, he'll help her. But on one condition. In his world, she belongs to him, and him only.
Will Mateo's possessiveness unravel Roni's case? Or, worse, blow her cover? And if they get out of this alive, is there a future for them together?
Blown contains mature adult themes, including explicit sex scenes. Not intended for an audience under 18 years of age.
"What are you doing here?"
I gave him a onceover. He was an interesting guy. A total thug according to law enforcement, but an absolute gentleman when we'd been together in the past. We'd dated a few times, nothing serious, just long enough for us to get naked and sweaty together. And God, was he glorious in bed. Then I'd realized who he was and he'd realized I could arrest him and that was that. All things considered, I felt pretty damn lucky that he hadn't dropped me into the bottom of an open construction site. That tended to happen with Vargas family enemies.
A small smile worked its way onto his face, then disappeared far too quickly. "Stop smiling at me and answer the question."
In fairness, I hadn't realized I was smiling. He had this amazing golden God effect on women, and knew it. I'd felt it too many times to pretend it hadn't happened, and I'd seen way too many other women respond the same way. For some reason, despite his edict that spending time together was bad for my health, he still showed up at the same clubs that I liked to frequent.
He stepped closer and my breath caught in my throat. He stopped too far away for me to touch, but close enough that I could feel the energy emanating from his body. That was part of his charm. He was wild, with his impulses barely controlled.
"Working?" He chewed on the word like he couldn't quite believe I'd said it. "Roni, you think this is a joke? Crimson won’t let you live if he figures this out.”
"That's true of most undercover assignments." I shrugged like Crimson didn't scare the living shit out of me. He did. Between him and Luis, I was two seconds from pissing myself. I'm all badass and shit, but those guys are real life gangsters. I'd spent too much time looking at their jackets to not know what I was doing when I agreed to take this assignment.
He covered the last few feet separating us and cupped my cheek in his hand. "Then tell me what’s worth dying for?"