{"id":264431,"date":"2026-07-15T02:07:10","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:07:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/jazz-baby-lorelie-brown-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T02:07:10","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:07:10","slug":"jazz-baby-lorelie-brown-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/jazz-baby-lorelie-brown-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Jazz Baby – Lorelie Brown (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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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\u2019t fair.<\/p>\n

She couldn\u2019t have the first man she\u2019d wanted in a long while. \u201cAnybody home over there?\u201d He tucked the scrap of paper he\u2019d been using for notes in his pocket and flashed her a disarming grin. \u201cWhat?\u201d She shook herself. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d \u201cI just asked for fifty dollars a barrel on beer and you didn\u2019t say a word.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a ridiculous price!\u201d \u201cOf course it is.\u201d 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. \u201cKiss me.\u201d \u201cYou think I\u2019m going to kiss you to get your price lowered? You\u2019re cracked.\u201d \u201cNo, I don\u2019t think you\u2019ll kiss me for booze. You\u2019ll do it because you want to.\u201d She did want to, desperately. It was reckless and dangerous but he was a living, breathing temptation.<\/p>\n

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\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2016 Lorelie Brown Print: Geary Zelenko Press Digital: Geary Zelenko Press, 978-1524222413 Cover Art Design \u00a9 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.<\/p>\n

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 \u200bCHAPTER 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.<\/p>\n

One started singing \u201cDanny Boy\u201d 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. \u201cYou want to tell me why we\u2019re bothering with a lousy little joint like this?\u201d \u201cWould if I could, hot shot.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m serious. We\u2019re after bigger fish. We don\u2019t 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.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jake only shrugged and tucked his thumbs in his suspenders. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to tell me twice. We go where we\u2019re ordered.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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