Can Gray help his new office manager clean her dirty laundry?
Or will the mafia princess hang him out to dry?
Find out in an exclusive look at Gray Matter by Becky McGraw. This Deep Six Security Novel is NOW LIVE!
Or will the mafia princess hang him out to dry?
Find out in an exclusive look at Gray Matter by Becky McGraw. This Deep Six Security Novel is NOW LIVE!
EXCERPT
Mickie walked to the sliding glass door and, as she neared, a salt-tinged breeze wafted through the crack in the door. She inhaled deeply as she pushed back the curtain and viewed the ultimate oasis of relaxation under the large, shady pergola. The need to inhale more of that fresh air to clear her head, to soak up some of those muted rays and let the restful quiet outside soothe her battered soul, was a driving need as she fought to push the heavy slider wider.
It finally gave way and rolled on the track to give her access. Mickie stepped outside, closed her eyes and breathed it all in. Her eyes eased open as she exhaled and fixed on a huge beach bed just beyond the canopied swing. The wispy breeze-blown drapes on the posts drew her there like magic fingers. Just fifteen minutes, she thought, staggering there like a zombie. The groceries could wait that long.
Once she passed the swing, the bed came into view, her feet stopped mid-stride and she stumbled as a perfectly formed, but ghostly white rear end grabbed her eyes. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes took a tour of the rest of his equally perfect, but slightly less white body.
A loud clattering on the stone tile shocked her and Mickie looked down by her feet to see the car keys, which she hadn’t even realized she was still holding. The naked man on the bed mumbled something as he turned over onto his side and Mickie’s eyes widened.
Buon, Dio—she needed to close her eyes to give him some privacy, but she was going to hell, because she just couldn’t do it. Her eyes locked on his glorious erection that sprang up to greet her and there was no dragging them away. Not even when his gray-green eyes popped open, then widened as his hand drifted down to cover himself. And as big as they were, a single hand definitely didn’t do the job.
“Eyes are up here, Jersey,” he said with a sleepy, sexy laugh, as he pulled the coverlet over him. Blood rushed up to her face as she dragged her eyes up to his.
“I was just coming to find you to ask if you were hungry.” she squeaked, then cleared her throat. A lie, but better than the truth in this case.
“I cleaned out your pan of pastries, so no, I’m not hungry right now, but thank you,” he replied nicely, which surprised her.
With a yawn, he rolled onto his back and propped his forearms under his head making his biceps bulge and her mouth water. His eyes dropped to focus on her chest and her nipples responded enthusiastically.
That stare. Those eyes. Dio—was that smoke she smelled?
Mickie folded her arms over her chest and glanced down to make sure her pants hadn’t caught fire, because her body was suddenly hot enough for that to happen. His gaze inched up to her mouth and she licked her lips.
“Were they good? They were probably dry by the time—” Not as dry as her mouth was right now, she thought, trying to work up some saliva to finish her sentence.
“Mmm…I think my mouth had an orgasm,” he replied, his eyelids dropping a notch to narrow his focus on her mouth.
And she might too if he didn’t stop staring at her like she was the next course on the menu.
It finally gave way and rolled on the track to give her access. Mickie stepped outside, closed her eyes and breathed it all in. Her eyes eased open as she exhaled and fixed on a huge beach bed just beyond the canopied swing. The wispy breeze-blown drapes on the posts drew her there like magic fingers. Just fifteen minutes, she thought, staggering there like a zombie. The groceries could wait that long.
Once she passed the swing, the bed came into view, her feet stopped mid-stride and she stumbled as a perfectly formed, but ghostly white rear end grabbed her eyes. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes took a tour of the rest of his equally perfect, but slightly less white body.
A loud clattering on the stone tile shocked her and Mickie looked down by her feet to see the car keys, which she hadn’t even realized she was still holding. The naked man on the bed mumbled something as he turned over onto his side and Mickie’s eyes widened.
Buon, Dio—she needed to close her eyes to give him some privacy, but she was going to hell, because she just couldn’t do it. Her eyes locked on his glorious erection that sprang up to greet her and there was no dragging them away. Not even when his gray-green eyes popped open, then widened as his hand drifted down to cover himself. And as big as they were, a single hand definitely didn’t do the job.
“Eyes are up here, Jersey,” he said with a sleepy, sexy laugh, as he pulled the coverlet over him. Blood rushed up to her face as she dragged her eyes up to his.
“I was just coming to find you to ask if you were hungry.” she squeaked, then cleared her throat. A lie, but better than the truth in this case.
“I cleaned out your pan of pastries, so no, I’m not hungry right now, but thank you,” he replied nicely, which surprised her.
With a yawn, he rolled onto his back and propped his forearms under his head making his biceps bulge and her mouth water. His eyes dropped to focus on her chest and her nipples responded enthusiastically.
That stare. Those eyes. Dio—was that smoke she smelled?
Mickie folded her arms over her chest and glanced down to make sure her pants hadn’t caught fire, because her body was suddenly hot enough for that to happen. His gaze inched up to her mouth and she licked her lips.
“Were they good? They were probably dry by the time—” Not as dry as her mouth was right now, she thought, trying to work up some saliva to finish her sentence.
“Mmm…I think my mouth had an orgasm,” he replied, his eyelids dropping a notch to narrow his focus on her mouth.
And she might too if he didn’t stop staring at her like she was the next course on the menu.
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MORE ABOUT GRAY MATTER
Can Gray help his new office manager clean her dirty laundry? Or will the mafia princess hang him out to dry?
Since leaving the FBI Grayson Jennings has found peace in his life with his job as a forensic accountant with Deep Six Security and he treasures it. It remains that way until Michaela Girabaldi is hired as the new office manager for their east coast office.
The smart-mouthed Jersey girl strolls into the office in red high heels with her bags packed with enough dirty laundry to last them both a lifetime. In Prison. Her dirtiest laundry is the 1.2 million dollars she insists she didn't steal from the mob and Gray is wrangled into helping her find it.
Well, this was not Gray's first rodeo with a beautiful criminal and he had the bruises to prove it. He was not going to blindly trust a woman ever again, especially one suspected of murder and many other nasty crimes. He would help her, but he wouldn't be getting into bed with the mafia princess or falling for her or her games.
Mickie says only her cousin knows where the loot is located, so Gray sets out to find her. To do that, he'll have to follow the money, but he is afraid at the end of that trail he'll find a lot more than he bargained for, because had a feeling the sexy-as-sin woman was guilty as hell.
But will he find the money before the mob finds Mickie? Or will she distract him with her Nonna's Magic Massage Oil and fritattas at the beach house where they're hiding out and get them both killed?
Can Gray help his new office manager clean her dirty laundry? Or will the mafia princess hang him out to dry?
Since leaving the FBI Grayson Jennings has found peace in his life with his job as a forensic accountant with Deep Six Security and he treasures it. It remains that way until Michaela Girabaldi is hired as the new office manager for their east coast office.
The smart-mouthed Jersey girl strolls into the office in red high heels with her bags packed with enough dirty laundry to last them both a lifetime. In Prison. Her dirtiest laundry is the 1.2 million dollars she insists she didn't steal from the mob and Gray is wrangled into helping her find it.
Well, this was not Gray's first rodeo with a beautiful criminal and he had the bruises to prove it. He was not going to blindly trust a woman ever again, especially one suspected of murder and many other nasty crimes. He would help her, but he wouldn't be getting into bed with the mafia princess or falling for her or her games.
Mickie says only her cousin knows where the loot is located, so Gray sets out to find her. To do that, he'll have to follow the money, but he is afraid at the end of that trail he'll find a lot more than he bargained for, because had a feeling the sexy-as-sin woman was guilty as hell.
But will he find the money before the mob finds Mickie? Or will she distract him with her Nonna's Magic Massage Oil and fritattas at the beach house where they're hiding out and get them both killed?
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Becky McGraw writes happily-ever-afters with heat, heart and humor. A Jill of many trades, Becky knows just enough about a variety of subjects to make her contemporary cowboy and romantic suspense novels diverse and entertaining. She resides in Florida with her husband of thirty-plus years, is the mother of three and grandmother of one. Becky is a member of the RWA, Sisters in Crime and Novelists, Inc.
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