Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
I pinch the bridge of my nose and release a heavy breath. How can I tell him that I need to watch my back because I’m in the middle of some shit with Albanian drug lords? This is why I don’t date.
“Here, this is the key to my room. I still have about an hour and a half left. I’ll meet you there and we’ll talk.”
My hotel and room number are on the key sleeve. It’s not far from here. If he leaves now, I can excuse myself to get Hudson to find that guy and brief him to keep an eye out, but also for him and the guys to keep their distance when Ronan is around.
Ronan takes the key, making sure to brush my fingers as he does so. That freaking pulse between my legs starts.
He leans in once more and pecks my lips. As if he’s not satisfied with that, he captures my lips in a deep kiss. I’m left breathless when he pulls away.
I keep my eyes on him as he turns and leaves. Damn, does anything not look good on that man? His blue jeans hug his tight ass as he strolls off. The white dress shirt he has on stretches nicely across his broad back.
“When do you plan to write about him? You can take my money now.”
I turn to the reader, fanning her face as she looks after Ronan. I plaster on a smile instead of telling her to keep her eyes to herself. What has this man done to me?
“Excuse me, can you give me one sec?”
“Sure, I’ll be right here. I’ve been dying to meet you.”
“Aw, just give me one second. We’ll take a pic too.”
She gasps and clutches her books to her chest as her eyes light up. She nods excitedly as I get up and signal for Hudson to come over. He moves quickly to my side.
“What’s up, boss? You need me to go kick the redhead’s ass?”
I scoff. “No, he’s fine. I know him. It’s the other guy. The one with the glasses and the sweatshirt. Find him and see if he’s a problem I need handled.
“Also, stay away from the redhead and out of sight when he’s around. Let the guys know he’s going to my suite. He’s not a threat, let him by.
“He doesn’t know me as DP and I don’t want him to find out until I’m ready. You get me?”
“I got you, boss. I’ll let the guys know. Stanley is here. I’ll go follow up on that dude.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem, boss.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. Hudson knows to play the background. He’s a sharpshooter, so he can give me a wide berth to live my life without him on top of me.
It doesn’t hurt that I was raised with my head on a swivel. I’ll drop a motherfucker before they get me. I glance around and release a breath.
The reader is still standing at my table, looking both nervous and excited. She’s reading the back cover of one of my older books.
“Thanks for being so patient.”
“You’re so welcome. I can’t believe I’ve never read this one. I thought I had read all of your books. This one sounds so good.”
“Here, I’ll sign that one to you. It’s on me.”
“Really? You don’t have to do that. I was about to purchase it.”
“Say less …”
“Mika. My name is Tamika, but my friends call me Mika. You’ve been a friend in my head since Don’t Rush A Player.
“That book was fire. I love how diverse your catalog is. I can get a dose of thug love or a fine educated Black man running shit.
“Although I meant what I said. I’d buy a book about your boyfriend as the muse. You’re one lucky sister.”
I finish signing her books and get up to take a picture with her. Even with my flats on, she’s way shorter than me. However, she excitedly goes to wrap her arm around my waist.
“Thank you so much for taking a picture with her. She wanted one before you offered, but was too scared to ask,” her friend says before snapping a few pictures with her friend’s phone.
“You guys enjoy the rest of the signing. There are some dope authors here.”
Ronan
“Hold him up,” I snarl at Lochlann as this piece of shit collapses to his knees.
From the moment I looked at him, I knew he didn’t belong anywhere near Dean. The tat on his neck and the back of his hand were my first clues. He didn’t expect to see me, that’s for sure.
The fucker nearly shit his pants. He’s lucky I haven’t blown his head off. Whoever sent him has a death wish and they set him up to die alongside them.
“Who sent you?” I bark out again.
“I told you. I don’t know anything. I was told to drop off the letter and get out of there.”