Blurb: Fix Marcosa’s time can be bought with money, but he isn’t selling sex. Murderers, rapists, criminals: if you’re on the wrong side of Fix’s moral code, you’re in trouble. The kind of trouble that winds up getting you killed. As a hitman for hire, Fix is no stranger to violence. He’s merciless. Relentless. A true savage, down to the roots of his very soul. You can beg. You can plead. You can pray, but it won’t do you any good. Once the tall, dark stranger arrives at your doorstep, it’s already too late to repent.
Sera Lafferty’s no stranger to heartbreak. With an abusive father and a dependant sister, her life has been one of sacrifice and compromise. As soon as she sets eyes on Felix ‘Fix’ Marcosa, she recognizes the darkness in him and makes a vow: she will not get involved. But trapped inside a motel room with the sexiest man to ever walk the earth? Throw in some tequila and the storm to end all storms, and Sera finds herself worshipping at the altar of Marcosa.
She knows she made a mistake.
She knows she needs to run.
But when she witnesses the assassin at work first hand, she knows it’s far too late. Thrown into the back of his sleek black ride, Sera finds herself trapped, and in more way than one. Fix is deadly. He’s demanding, he’s dirty, and he’s determined to claim her for his own.
He didn’t take those pale eyes off me as he unfastened his belt, though. Continued to stare at me as he unzipped his fly. And he maintained eye contact every second as he pushed his boxers down over his hips, and his cock sprang free.
Oh… my… god. I’d asked for that one. I wasn’t looking. Hadn’t dared look down to see what he was doing with his hands and his dick. I just held Fix’s intimidating gaze, doing my damnedest not to react like a prudish little schoolgirl.
“You’re an asshole,” I informed him. “You can put it away now.”
“But you haven’t even looked. I’ll be offended if you don’t take a quick peek.” His grin was fiendish to say the least.
“Whatever.” I gripped onto the tequila bottle so tightly that I suspected I wasn’t far away from shattering the glass neck. I looked down, trying to act nonchalant, but I felt my cheeks explode with color the moment I saw what Fix was doing. Not only was he big, but both his hands were wrapped around the shaft of his cock, and he was slowly working them up and down. His dick really was stunning. I was sure plenty of women had swooned at the sight of it, because I was feeling rather impressed, and I didn’t typically care what a guy’s junk looked like, so long as he knew how to use it. From the dark, sexual glimmer in Fix’s eyes, I could tell he knew exactly how to use that thing. “You really have no shame, do you?” I said, drinking to hide the blush that had stained my cheeks.
Fix looked down at himself; he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it, pulling it through his own teeth, groaning a little. He squeezed his dick in his hands, then let his head fall back onto the pillows. “Shame?” He laughed. “I know all about shame. I used to wrestle with that bastard every hour of the waking day. Now I don’t have the time.”
“Jerking off too much?”
Fix hissed out a breath of amused laughter. “Life’s just too short for that kind of bullshit. I like being real. I like being honest, as much as I can be, especially with myself. Are you honest with yourself, Sera?”
“Then tell me… is watching me touch myself turning you on?”
I balked at the question. He really had no right asking me personal shit like that, but then again he didn’t exactly have the right to be stroking his dick in front of me, either. I’d pretty much invited him to do that. I stole a glance down, my heart stalling for a couple of beats as I watched Fix tease the end of his cock. He was so fucking hard. He must have been hard even before he’d undone his pants and gotten his cock out. He twitched a little as he pumped his hand up and down, and a wall of heat slammed into me, stealing my breath. He was turning me on. Watching him do this felt… wrong. Dirty. Immoral. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.
I set my jaw, channeling a defiant streak a mile wide, as I said as evenly as I could, “Yeah. It’s turning me on. You know it is.”
This scene comes courtesy of Sheena – she loved this book. She said the title definitely lives up to its name!