Safe Sisters
Two sisters, one treasure, and a killer determined to have it all.
Street Safe
Street Callan wants only one thing from the sultry voluptuous woman in red heels, a night of steamy, unadulterated sex.
Na’arah Simmons has no problem submitting to Street’s seductive allure, since she shares in the attraction.
When their one night stand leaves her with an unplanned souvenir, his less than desired response will force her to move on.
However, when she’s the only witness to a brutal murder, Na’arah has only Street to turn to if she wants to save herself and her unborn child.
Excerpt
“Na’arah.”
“Beautiful name.”
She inclined her head, but not before he’d seen her pretty pout.
His smooth recovery wasn’t smooth enough.
“I think a bunch of fruity drinks will suit them just fine. I’ll have a cranberry juice.” She rested her fingertips on the counter, her nails, painted in the same stunning red as her lipstick, were just the perfect length. He could already imagine the way they’d feel scraping along the muscles of his back.
It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Nothing stronger?”
“Designated driver. Thanks.” She pushed off the bar and sashayed away.
Damn, baby girl had a body on her.
“A bib would keep your shirt from getting wet,” Auggie said. Street closed his mouth. “Whatever.”
“The woman’s been stroking your leg for months and you forget her name?” Auggie shook his head. “Real smooth, nephew. Real smooth.”
“Ain’t it time for you to go home to your girlfriend?”
He shrugged. “Ask her. She’s sitting over in the corner with a group of her friends.”
Street swung his gaze to the far corner of the room. Sure enough Na’arah was headed toward them. She stood just in front of younger woman with a sequined gold top.
“I guess I will.”
****
Na’arah slid into the chair and pushed it as far against the wall
as she could. The slightly woodsy scent of Street’s after shave still clung to her hand. How could one man smell so good? And he still didn’t recognize her, not that she expected him to, but a small part of her hoped he would.
She sighed. Why should he? She was only there to help ease his pain, nothing more. Somewhere between smoothing her hands over twisted sinew and coarse skin, she’d developed a crush for the brooding bartender. In all the time she’d known him, not once had she seen him smile, until tonight.
Mysterious, Lynn. Definitely makes me want to know more.
Both sisters seemed to be someone that you don’t mess around with.
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Dee
Interesting. Liked the glimpse in her viewpoint.
She does seem quite self-assured.