Samhain Publishing

DON’T LET GO is Now Available!

Sleeping with the enemy was never so magical.

Private investigator Finn Calder would sooner take a Lancaster witch out to dinner than work another cheating spouse case. Considering the long standing feud between their two families, that’s saying a lot. But when gorgeous Bree Jacobs works her way into the middle of his case with one memorable lap dance, Finn starts to think things are finally looking up.

The last man Bree Lancaster Jacobs expected to be attracted to was a cocky P.I. with his share of family secrets. Not even an age-old rivalry can stop her heart from pounding whenever Finn gets too close. As they work to solve a murder they both have a vested interest in, Bree knows she’s in real danger of losing her heart to a man who could never love her.

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Excerpt

What were the odds the first man to catch her interest in forever would turn out to be a low-life investor who didn’t deserve much more than to be turned into a wart-covered toad and dumped into the closest swamp?

And she was really tempted to do just that. If she thought for a minute she could actually get away with it, she would. It didn’t matter that such an attempt would suck her magic dry or that it wouldn’t be permanent. She still might take her chances with repercussions from the Tribunal, just as soon as the scumbag confessed he’d taken Marion’s money and she discovered what he’d done with it.

Glacier blue eyes roamed over her face in one long, hot pass. She resisted the instinctive urge to close her eyes under such blatant hunger.

Why couldn’t he have been unattractive, or at the very least, leer at her? It would make the whole situation more bearable to know she hadn’t wasted a second thought on this guy and what that full mouth might taste like.

She cursed inwardly. Fate was a real bitch sometimes.

Bree turned away from him, the weight of his gaze on her next-to-naked backside like a wave of warm water rolling down her spine. She chose the top CD and popped it in.

It didn’t matter what she danced to. After being robbed while traveling through Germany, she’d chosen to make enough money to last her until her cards were replaced by dancing in a club. The money was good, the drunks, not so much. But it was better than calling her parents or Marion for help.

Lenny Kravitz’s “Again” came over the speakers. Figuring this was business and it didn’t matter what the song was, Bree moved back to him, hips swaying.

“I think there’s been a little mix-up…” He trailed off the second she started to move her body in time with the music. Bree took her time, making sure every slow roll of her hips caught his full attention. In front of him, beside him, behind him. She made sure every angle gave him something to admire.

By the time she straddled his legs, not quite seated in his lap, Bree knew he was all but riveted. His gaze didn’t linger on her breasts as much as she expected, catching him more than once watching her face as though it were as interesting as the rest of her.

That alone left her out of her element and she sought to distract him from seeing anything more than what she wanted by hooking her fingers under his collar and thrusting her breasts closer to his face.

He didn’t even glance down. The corner of his mouth tipped up in the same playful smile she’d found her heart tripping to in the coffee shop. He raised a hand and, from the corner of her eye, watched it hover next to her waist as though he didn’t know if he should dare touch her.

At the achy anticipation that craved to feel his hand come into contact with her bare skin, she cursed herself. Right then she wanted him to be anyone else. Someone whose touch she could not only welcome, but invite. Enjoy.

He finally lowered his gaze but instead of feeling relieved he was no longer searching her eyes, a new kind of tension stretched her insides taut as his mouth was centimeters from the tops of her breasts.

She shook it off and knew she needed to work at getting to the point of all this. She set her hands on his shoulders. “Like the show so far, Mr. Dade?”

“I think we need to get something straight—”

Unwilling to risk him pulling back because she wasn’t his regular girl, Bree rocked back on her heels, sliding down his lap.

He closed his eyes, opening them a second later, and fastening onto hers.
She brushed against him again, bringing her front in full contact with his chest.

He gripped her hips this time and shook his head. “You really need to stop doing that.”

She leaned forward, her mouth hovering above his ear. “Is there a problem?”

“Aside from not being Mr. Dade, no, not really.”

Bree froze. She leaned back and stared hard into his eyes. “You’re not Mason Dade?”

“Right about now I sure as hell wish I was.”