Comedienne Maria Teresa Juanita Martinez-Coleman wants her big break so badly she can taste it. Nothing and no one is going to stand in her way, especially nightclub owner Randall Blue. Lately, it seems he’s been stalking her–showing up at all her gigs, never laughing but ever-present. He’s handsome, rich, and completely out of her league, so she’s clueless why he’s hanging around…unless he’s making sure the show she has scheduled at his famous Topaz Room wasn’t a booking error?
Randall Blue has found the full package in Mia. Funny, smart, curvy, sassy–and connected to an arms dealer Randall’s been tracking. No one suspects his covert objective; he has a great cover as a businessman with an eye for the ladies. The problem is, this brash, fearless woman is more than a way into El Duke’s gang, she’s The One. He he has no right claiming her, not when everything she knows about him is a lie. But to keep her out of danger, he’s got to get close, which, of course, is right where he wants to be.
building and sighed, shifted against the tree as he waited. The afternoon was
hot, especially here in the Valley, and the air was heavy with the scent of
jasmine and the sound of birds in the trees.
wanted was a glimpse of her. Just a glimpse. Going on eight weeks, and he’d
decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to see her. He’d done the
letters, and the flowers, and the Hollywood Bowl.
speak to him yet, and he wasn’t ready to just give up. So they were at an
impasse. Blue swiped at the sweat trickling down his neck.
answer his calls. It didn’t matter what number he dialed from, either. She just
cut him off, with no opportunity to even leave her a voicemail. Cold, that. He
shook his head. He really had to admire her for it. For sticking to her guns,
as infuriating as it was.
tended to get his way in the big scheme of things. He’d locked on her, marked
her, and wanted to claim her. The waiting was making him fucking crazy.
a few weeks was the price he’d have to pay for a lifetime with her, he could do
that. He just wished she’d bend, even a little. Damn it, she belonged with him.
Why couldn’t she see that?
in baggy shorts and a tee shirt, her hair up in a ponytail. Her head down, she
began a slow jog toward him.
off the tree he was leaning against, and jogged toward her, grateful for Sami’s
saw her head come up. She stared at him, stopped dead. Turned around the other
way and ran.
talk to you. It’s not like you gave me any other option,” he said, but didn’t
chase after her.
She stopped, her back stiff. Encouraged, Blue
took a couple more steps toward her. He moved warily, remembering her bashing
Danny with that flashlight. True, she wasn’t carrying anything, but for all he
knew she was a black belt.