Anne Conley's WIRE, Book #2 in her Pierce Securities
series
Evan Rocco has been a hero to Paige Lawson for as long as she could remember. So when she
runs into him in a bar after a major professional coup, she’s feeling celebratory and reckless. But it
can’t go anywhere, because after all, he’s Evan Rocco. When she finds her gaming company in
trouble, there’s only one man she can turn to.
Evan can’t get the woman who disappeared after their onenightstand six months ago out of his
head. He’d honestly thought there was more between them besides just sex—a connection he’d
never felt before. When PSL, his favorite game software company is the victim of sabotage, he
jumps at the chance to help them solve the mystery behind The Crimson Lady, the fanmade character
who’s taking credit for murder. Maybe it will get his mind off the woman of his
dreams.
When he realizes who the CEO of PSL actually is, he has to get over his own issues or else he’ll put the
one woman in danger he never wanted to hurt.
This is book two in the Pierce Securities series, a standalone story. The first book, while not
necessary to read, is Craze.
Scheduled for release June 29th at all major etailers. Stay tuned!
So, to whet your appetite, here's a little excerpt...
As usual, her voice came out husky and choked when she tried to speak to him. “I’ll see you first thing
Monday morning. Promise. But I can’t talk about this now.” She motioned to Emily, and Evan nodded
but didn’t move. Jeez, he was so close.
They made small talk, and Paige actually found herself flirting with him a little, relaxing, while the line
moved at a snail’s pace to the haunted house. She found out Travis was a neighbor whose parents
traveled a lot. Evan also told her things she already knew: he had a brother in the Marines, his parents
had retired to Montana to raise horses, lots of superficial stuff. She told him about her father taking her to
haunted houses when she was a kid while her scaredy cat sister had stayed home with Mom. She
mentioned her parents were dead, but didn’t give the details.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Dressed casually, he reminded her of the first time they’d met. He
wore a black tshirt and worn jeans along with the oldest pair of Converse she’d ever seen. His hair was
mussed, as if he’d spent a long day at work, running his hands through it like a crazed man. With her
constant avoidance of him, he probably had. A pang of remorse hit her hard. She hadn’t made this easy
for him. It was time for her to step up and take responsibility. She’d hired him to do a job, and she
needed to get over her schoolgirl crush and help him.
But it was really hard with him staring at her like that.
She could always blame the teenagers for her inappropriate thoughts. They were walking, talking, flirting
hormones on legs. By the time they’d made it to the door, Travis had Emily’s phone number and they’d
already made a date and were holding hands. She was positive that if she and Evan hadn’t been there
they’d be making out. The teenagers that is, not them. Even though she’d relaxed quite a bit, her heart
was still letting her know he was standing awfully close to her.
They went in like a train, with Travis volunteering to lead. Emily hung on to his belt loops followed by
Paige. Bringing up the rear, one of Evan’s hands dropped protectively to her back. She ignored the
warmth trickling through her tshirt at the contact. Her heart pounded and her hands were clammy, but it
wasn’t because of the fog, or the spooky lighting, or the clanging noises, or the zombies jumping out. It
was all Evan Rocco, holding onto her.
As far as haunted houses went, this one was disappointing, or maybe she just couldn’t get into it with
Evan’s breath on her neck, his hand at her waist, or his other hand snaking around her torso. The further
inside they went, the closer they got. Travis was at the front of the line, jumping with every zombie clown
that popped out, giving her ample warning of spooky things ahead. By the halfway point, Evan’s arms
were around her torso, with her own hands clutching him while they walked in sync together, his hot
breath on her neck warming her insides
At one particularly dark corner, Evan yanked her backward into an alcove, pushing her into the darkness.
He leaned his forehead on hers while his forearms leaned on the wall on either side of her head, caging
her in, keeping her from bolting.
“You have any idea how many times I’ve thought of this since April?” His body crowded her into the tiny,
dark space while his minty breath sent her senses reeling.
“Haunted houses?” she offered weakly before his mouth met hers.
It was suddenly as if the puzzle piece she lost six months ago had been put back into place, and she
melted into him as his tongue triumphed over the recesses of her mouth. He growled, a predatory rumble
emanating from his chest that reminded her of that night last April, and she whimpered against him as he
hauled her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
His tongue danced with hers, twining around inside her mouth while his hands roamed her body, cupping
her ass. She twirled her fingers in his hair, bringing his mouth closer, fusing it with hers, unwilling to
break this kiss which was rapidly undoing her—mind, body, and soul.
As her fingertips clutched desperately at his biceps, she marveled at how someone who was every bit as
geeky as she was could be so fucking beautiful, because Evan Rocco was a seriously beautiful man.
And this kiss was feral, something wild, causing her to throw caution to the wind and go with it for as long
as it lasted.
Evan broke the kiss, leaning his forehead on hers again, his dark brown eyes consuming her. “Paige,” he
breathed out ragged gulps of air. “What the fuck is happening?”
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When Krista catches her boss doing the unthinkable, the only thing she can do is run. Straight into
the arms of the eyecandy she’s been trying not to flirt with on her lunch break. But whose side is
he on?
Ryan’s security firm is having a hard time getting off the ground, and this may be just the job to help the
company out. But pseudobounty hunter isn’t really what Pierce Securities is trying to get a name
for. When he finds out their target is the classy lady from the park, all of Ryan’s senses go on high
alert. What do these men want with her?
Krista is forced into Ryan’s sanctuary in the woods, where she realizes just how wild he is, but she
doesn’t want to tame him. He may feel his methods of protection endangered her, but without
Krista in his life, Ryan is crazed.
This is book #1 in the Pierce Securities, a Romantic Suspense series by Anne Conley, author of the
Stories of Serendipity and The Four Winds.
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