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**A TWO-BOOK BUNDLE from New York Times Bestselling Author JA Huss**
COME - Dirty, Dark, and Deadly Book One
This is a novella.
You will get more questions than answers in this book.
If you hate that - skip this whole series completely.
(It's twisty, complicated, dark, dirty, and ALL the main characters are killers.)
My name is James Fenici and you will never see me coming. I walk the shadows like darkness itself. I hide in the corners where nobody looks. I live by no rules, I have no boundaries, I take no prisoners, and I never, ever blink. I am not your knight in shining armor; I'm your worst nightmare.
My name is James Fenici and you are my target. Only one of us is getting out alive, and that's not gonna be you. Once your name is on my list, your life is over. It's a deal I make with death, it's a contract I sign in blood, it's forgone conclusion--get used to it.
My name is James Fenici and I'm as dirty as they come. But then one day I saw her. And every monster I thought I was. Every fact I thought I knew. Every dirty promise I ever turned down came back to slap me in the face.
My name is James Fenici and I think I am in love.
COME BACK - Dirty, Dark, and Deadly Book Two
This is a full-length novel
The final book (Coming For You) is now available.
"Secrets keep the darkness alive," Harper tells me. But that's not how I see it at all. Secrets keep me alive, the truth is overrated, honesty is never the best policy, and when your job title is Assassin Number Six--lies are your lifeblood.
"Death is a business deal," I tell her back. And I shake his hand with secrets every chance I get. They're currency in my world. I pay my debts with them, I feed on them, they ground me in the present and they promise me a future.
But Harper Tate is everything I've ever wanted. She's my promise, she's my obsession, she's a delicious fuckable transgression. She can be mine. She will be mine. All I have to do is complete the mission.
There's just one teeny, tiny problem with the mission.
It's a secret.
James & Harper - COME and COME BACK (Books One & Two)
COMING FOR YOU (Book Three)
Ends March 9, 2015
Signed copies of Come & Come Back, various JA Huss swag, $10 gift card.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
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“Do you want my real name? My associate name? Or my fake name?”
“James,” I repeat in a whisper. “I like James.”
“I like Harper.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m only eighteen.”
He knows. Hmmm. But the look on his face as my age hangs between us captures my full attention. “Does it bother you?” He waits a few heartbeats before answering and this is my clue that yes, it does bother him. “It doesn’t bother me,” I add.
Fingertips guide my chin so my head turns towards him and then his mouth is on mine, his tongue probing, asking me to open, I do open. And this time I touch my tongue to his. He flicks against it and it feels… so good.
He ends the kiss and stands up, holding me in his arms for a moment before setting me down. “It doesn’t bother me either, but you’re tired. So I’ll walk you home.”
COME BACK EXCERPT
“I think I know why he didn’t kill Merc.”
“Why?” Harper asks quickly, turning around to see Sasha.
“Because Merc is gonna kill him.”
“That’s fucking it!” I swerve the Hummer over to the almost non-existent shoulder, and slam on the breaks. “You shut your fucking mouth, kid! Or I swear to fucking God, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Harper asks, her eyebrows raised up to the ceiling. “She’s got legitimate questions, James. And to be honest, I’m interested in the answers. Who was the guy who took her? And why was he sending me messages?”
“Harper, use your fucking brain. Why do you think he was sending you messages?”
“Why? If he knew where to find me, then why didn’t he just take me? Why play this game? I’m sure my father has a reward out. Or a hit.”
“Oh, is that where we’re at again? You think I’m here to kill you? Did you know the smurf is an assassin too? Or did you not put that two plus two together yet?”
“Don’t insult me, Tet. I figured that out, thanks.”
“Then maybe you’re her target and not mine? How about that?”
“So why hasn’t she killed me?”
“I haven’t killed you either, but you still think that’s my job. And while we’re all playing let’s confess to shit we’re not doing, what’s your job, Harper? Who the fuck are you and your brother after?”
“Oh, snap!” Sasha says loudly.
“Shut up!” Harp and I yell together.
“She’s playing us, you do realize that, right? I mean, you can see that now, right? She’s egging us on, making us fight.”
“I’m just trying to tell you something,” Sasha squeals. “Something you don’t know but I do. And you know what? Forget it. You don’t deserve my help if you’re gonna treat me like a traitor! I was kidnapped for her!” She shoves Harper on the shoulder and Harp reacts and slaps her hand off, turning around like she’s gonna dive back there and start a real fight.
“Sit back, Harper.” I growl as I yank her by the arm and push her against the door. I pull back onto the road before one of these girls decides to get out of the car. I am not in the mood to chase them down in this heat.
“I don’t want to travel with you anymore,” Harper says as she crosses her arms and turns her back to me. “I’m leaving when we get back to civilization.”
“I’m leaving too. I’d rather die than go back to Merc. I’ll find Ford on my own.”
Called that one.
“I watched you all morning as you did your circuit. Pull-ups hanging off the railing of the pier. Running the steps that lead to the beach exactly fifty times. Sit-ups lying on the sand. And then the final cooldown walk out to the end of the pier just before dawn. And the entire time, your eyes were sweeping the area. Looking for people.”
“I never saw you,” I say, the panic back again.
“No, I’m not someone who likes to be seen, Harper. I’m someone who likes to do the seeing. But I figured,” he continues, changing the subject back to me, “you were just being careful. Maybe a bit paranoid. Afraid of getting mugged by a crazy homeless person looking for drugs. Typical shit, Harper.”
The way he says my name, God. Why is this man making me feel like this?
“So I was curious. Just an ordinary kind of curious. The kind of curious I feel when I see an unusual bug. But diving off a pier—great form by the way, did you take diving in school?” He doesn’t wait for my answer. “Diving off a pier, to avoid telling me your name? Now that… Harper, that shit is downright intriguing.”
“Yes.” His lips touch my ear this time. His tongue slides in and flicks against my skin. I hunch my shoulders and let out a moan. “I still want the dirty fuck. But not right now.”
“Oh God,” I whimper. “Just say it already, what do you want with me?”
He pulls away. His hand comes back to my throat, but it doesn’t rest there. No. His fingertips are prodding me to lift my head up and meet his gaze head on.
I obey. It’s I’m like stuck in a trance. He’s entranced me.
“I want to know you.”
And then his mouth is on mine, his tongue probing, pushing for entrance. His hand goes to that spot between my legs where it throbs wildly as he creates friction, calling forth more wetness. His other hand goes to my breast, the nipple hard and bunched from the cold water, my skin tingling with anticipation, fear, and want.
He tastes like salt and he kisses like the sea. Like a dangerous, killing, unforgiving sea that can do whatever it wants with my body. Toss me, twirl me, take me under and steal the breath right out of me. Make me powerless.
And that’s exactly how I feel.
COME BACK EXCERPT
“Deeper, baby,” he says through a moan.
I open wider to take in more and then his hand is on my head, forcing his cock down my throat. I breathe through it like he taught me last time he did this.
“Good girl. You’re a very good girl.” But his pressure increases as soon as the words are out and I gag. He doesn’t let up and my mouth fills up with saliva. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. “Make my dick wet.” The pooling saliva drips out of my mouth and onto his cock, then slides down towards his balls. “Rest your head back on my leg, Harper. Relax now, and watch.”
I do relax. His hand pumps his cock, now slick with my saliva, in long strokes. I can tell he’s squeezing hard by the way he groans when his hand fists the top of his head. When I look up at him, he’s staring at me. “I did this in front of you when you slept sometimes.”
“Did you want to stick it in my mouth?
“No.” He smiles when I have a look of surprise on my face. “No, I always fantasized about you waking up and watching me and then you’d stick your fingers in your pussy and we’d masturbate together, coming at the same time.”
“And then what?” I open my legs and finger myself, making sure to keep my head on his thigh,. His eyes never leave mine and mine never leave his.
“And then I’d kiss you and tell you it was just a dream. And you’d close your eyes and go back to sleep.”
“You didn’t want to fuck me?”
“Shit,” he laughs. “Yes, Harper. I wanted to fuck you. But not like that.”
“You’re so weird.”
“Why’s that?” His hands knead my breasts, twisting my nipples gently every few seconds.
“I just don’t get you. You want me, but you feel guilty for wanting me. It’s because of the promise? And my age? You hate that I’m young, don’t you?”
“Jesus fucking Christ, no. Just thinking about how young you are makes me want to fuck you harder.”
“Then what do you want that I’m not giving you?” He waits a few beats and it actually makes me so nervous, I want to scream at him. “Tell me,” I finally beg. “Just tell me what you want. I’m ready to do almost anything.”