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Raw Redemption
Crossing the Line #4
Tessa Bailey
Publication Date: June 13, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Entangled: Select Suspense
Loving her might cost him everything…
Disgraced cop Henrik Vance is having a shit year. Banished to a derelict undercover squad, he’s been tasked with hunting down the daughter of Chicago’s most dangerous criminal. His obsession with saving the beautiful girl destroyed his career. And this time, it might cost his life.
Ailish O’Kelly doesn’t need a hero. She’ll save herself from her father’s violent criminal dynasty, thank you very much. Unfortunately, the sexy as sin cop who crashes her hideout isn’t hearing reason—especially not after the kiss that becomes much more.
His boss wants her as an informant. Ailish wants Henrik to keep whispering filthy things against her skin. But she knows too well the evil they’re up against, and when it comes down to protecting the man who owns her body and soul, she only has one choice…
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The gorgeous redhead gave him a
shy nod. “You protected me.” Her eyes raked up and down his body. Liking what
she saw? Since this was his fantasy, Henrik was going with hell yeah. “If I needed protecting again, could you keep me safe…with
your body?”
“Yes,” Henrik rasped, the
sincere affirmation bouncing off the shower walls. “I’d do whatever was needed.
Nothing could stop me.”
Black eyelashes swept down to
hide her eyes before revealing them once more, the impact almost knocking him back
a step. “Could you show me right now?”
Henrik’s bracing hand curled
into a shaking fist on the shower wall as the second self in his mind stooped
down and picked up Ailish. One forearm beneath her ass was all it took, her
lips parting on a whimper as both feet left the ground. She clung to his shirt
collar, seeming a little unsure. But ah fuck, then she sneaked her thighs up
around his hips, all slow and mischievous. Not quite snuggling his cock, but
close enough that her heat reached through his fly and sucked.
Ailish stared at his mouth.
“Can you show me more?” She leaned closer, her tits grazing the front of his
shirt. “How you’d protect me?”
Two steps and he had Ailish
crushed against the side of his police vehicle, the backs of her high heels
bouncing off the doors. Good. Dent
them. Henrik didn’t give a fuck about anything but the girl gasping for breath
in front of him. He savored a second of anticipation before shoving his rigid
cock against the seam of her body. The seam that gave pleasure, gave life. Give it all to me.
“You wanted me to show you, Ailish.”
“Y-yes.”
He rolled his tongue along the
roof of his mouth. “I would keep my body between you and danger at all times.
Nothing and no one would touch you but me.” Using his hips, he pushed her higher
up the car’s exterior, mentally recording her soft cry of surprise. “Inside or
out.”
One of her high heels dropped
onto the sidewalk. Maybe his reaction to the lost shoe stemmed from her being that much more naked. Or perhaps her
lack of concern for the dropped footwear accounted for the surge of lust. For
whatever reason, though, that forgotten high heel pushed Henrik past the line
of his defenses, his consciousness whittling down to his wet manhood. Almost there. Almost…
Ailish beckoned him forward by
licking her upper lip. “Henrik?”
“Yes, baby.”
She rubbed that single bare foot against his
ass. “Will you please touch me on the inside?”
Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.
Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.
She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eight years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.
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