Max and Finn

September 2012
Carina Press
ISBN: 978-14268-0429-9

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Previously published as "Cover Me"

Max and Finn

An excerpt from the second in the Men of Smithfield series

"If that kid's life, or yours, or anyone else's were in jeopardy, I'd do what was required." Max's twitch returned.

"But you'll tell me if things escalate."

"I will. Just let me do my job."

"Of course I will. Jesus, Max. Show a little faith." I strode toward the door, my goal to throw his ass out. That fast bastard grabbed my arm
as I passed, stopping me cold. I tried to jerk free. "Hey."

He reeled me into his chest, gripping both my wrists in one
large hand and I huffed in shock. "Let me go."

"I don't think so." His chest brushed mine and I drew back in
alarm, bumping into the bookshelf. I tried to free myself, but damn he was strong, and struggling made his touch exhilarating.

Oh, no. No. No.

"What the fuck, Max?" I needed to keep my tone firm, but I was breathless and he heard it. His pupils dilated. His thumb stroked my wrist.

"Quit manhandling me."

"You are such a...distraction. I'm here to get something done. But, ever since you walked into my office and shut that door, I can't stop thinking about you."

"What? You don't even like me."

"Not like you? I fired you because I liked you too much." Max's
gaze slid hotly to my mouth. "I shouldn't do this. I should not be attracted to you, especially here, but I can't stop wanting you. And you feel exactly the same way."

"In your dreams."

"Definitely in my dreams. Nightly." He hovered near enough that
his breath touched my lips.


An unexpected dimple creased his cheek and then, exactly like
the first time in his office, Max licked the corner of my mouth and desire lit me from inside. Heat lapped along my spine and blossomed in my bloodstream. Then that son of a bitch pulled out the big guns and floored me with a boyish smile that was all charm and mischief. "You're blushing, Michael."

He released his grip on my wrists and cupped my jaw and I just
couldn't help myself. RoboCop had officially left the building and in his place, an affectionate Max Douglas turned me into a gullible fool. I caved completely, forgetting every slight and stiff word between us, every moment of pain and exposure, and instead I rubbed my evening stubble into the warm flesh of his palm.

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