Urban romantic suspense: conman v good girl.
What happens when the conman collides with the good girl?
"Go With It"
That's what I was told, but believe me, I'm starting to wonder if all of this isn't more trouble than it's worth.
My new life in the city was supposed to challenge me. Little did I know that the biggest challenge I'd face was out sassing the conman who can't keep his hands off me.
Honestly, you'd think that saving his life would've been enough. But, no, of course not. It's not enough for Ryske.
He won't be happy until he's had all of me.
Every inch.
All to himself.
Except I'm no fool. He's a "promise-me-nothing" kind of guy and my ridiculous heart is already trying to sync with his.
I'm an idiot. An idiot. I should've let him bleed out. Just walked away and left his world before it became mine. But, it's too little too late. I'm in it.
I have a feeling that fortunate fall will be the undoing of both of us.
Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.
Excerpt from Go With It...
"Ryske," she gasped when the pain of his grip grew, enhancing her arousal.
"What is it that fascinates you about criminals, scholar?" The question surprised her. "That's right, Trink, I read your essay. Their motivation. The excitement. The thrill... You don't get it. Least you didn't. Not until you met my crew. You want to know if I'm conning you? Well, I want to know if I'm just an academic exercise."
It hadn't even occurred to her that getting close to him and his friends was anything other than altruism. Not at first anyway. "No! Ryske, I wouldn't—"
"Why didn't you call the cops?" he asked, not soft and safe anymore.
