Jazz Baby – Lorelie Brown (1)

Instead, she edged around him as they inspected her supplies, watching him out the corner of her eye, wondering how to bring it up. He joked and teased her, seemingly unaware of her tumult. She leaned against the brick wall and nibbled on a thumbnail. The fourteen-year-old deep inside her wanted to stomp her feet and scream that it wasn’t fair.

She couldn’t have the first man she’d wanted in a long while. “Anybody home over there?” He tucked the scrap of paper he’d been using for notes in his pocket and flashed her a disarming grin. “What?” She shook herself. “What do you mean?” “I just asked for fifty dollars a barrel on beer and you didn’t say a word.”

“That’s a ridiculous price!” “Of course it is.” He stalked her, until he was in touching distance, an increasingly familiar light in his deep eyes. The fan of his breath wafted over her cheek with the sweet mint of chewing gum. “Kiss me.” “You think I’m going to kiss you to get your price lowered? You’re cracked.” “No, I don’t think you’ll kiss me for booze. You’ll do it because you want to.” She did want to, desperately. It was reckless and dangerous but he was a living, breathing temptation.

His finely formed mouth hovered just out of reach. It would only take a fraction of an inch to close the distance. Playing by the rules wasn’t her strong point and she got reckless when pushed. And Micah certainly pushed all her buttons. She did it. She leaned forward and danced her mouth over his, feeling smooth lips, and the tension he kept tightly leashed. He was daring her. Daring her, the bastard, and the fourteen-year-old deep inside her rose to the challenge. She pressed deeper, flicked her tongue across his lips, then deeper, across his teeth.

Copyright © 2016 Lorelie Brown Print: Geary Zelenko Press Digital: Geary Zelenko Press, 978-1524222413 Cover Art Design © 2016 by Croco Designs. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, incidents, and places is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. OceanofPDF.com TABLE OF CONTENTS Title Page Copyright Page Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Epilogue Further Reading: Wayward One Also By Lorelie Brown About the Author About the Publisher OceanofPDF.com Dedication To all the readers who loved this book the first time around.

You’re the reason I keep going. To the Circle Girls, particularly Carrie Lofty, Patti Ann Colt, and Kelly McCrady. Thanks for your invaluable help in reading innumerous drafts. Lorelie Brown April 2016 OceanofPDF.com ​CHAPTER ONE MICAH TRENT ROLLED up his shirtsleeves. Halfway down the narrow block, housed in a squat building, their target had darkened windows and a plain wooden door. No sign proclaimed it the Wet Your Whistle, but their intelligence should be good. A trio of rough-hewn workers spilled out, walking wobbly. Drunk from all appearances, and in public.

One started singing “Danny Boy” and his companions merely slapped him on the back, sending him stumbling into a streetlamp. Pulling back around the corner, Micah cocked a brow at Jacob Sterling. “You want to tell me why we’re bothering with a lousy little joint like this?” “Would if I could, hot shot.” “I’m serious. We’re after bigger fish. We don’t have time to chase after a guppy like this place. Every minute we waste here is one we could be chasing one of the mob families.”

Jake only shrugged and tucked his thumbs in his suspenders. “You don’t have to tell me twice. We go where we’re ordered.

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