Forbidden Desire — Scarlett Finn

Excerpt...Oh, yes. Connel Ire McDade. Exactly who she expected.His short temper got him that nickname. Legend surrounded this guy... Six four, ripped, stubble on the square jaw. Hair black as the night, short at the sides, longer on top; somehow perfect despite looking only finger-combed... Slacks, jacked—uh, jacket, shirt, top three buttons undone. And the eyes... stories were told about them too. About how he enticed women and cut men down with that laser-precise gaze. From where she stood, they looked as dark as his hair... but, by all accounts, they were green... Hmm, who would tell her something like that? Maybe it was in one of the zillion police reports she'd read.Did I insult you? he drawled.Oh, shit, why hadn't someone told her about the voice? How was it so deep? Thick like molasses, yet smooth like the wisp of satin between her thighs. Shit. Why did she go there? What did her panties have to do with anything?(C) Scarlett Finn