Dead to the Max by Jasmine Haynes

Author:Jasmine Haynes [Haynes, Jasmine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Ghosts, Psychics
Amazon: B003XRE4XG
Publisher: Redwood Valley Publishing
Published: 2013-12-15T16:00:00+00:00

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Max left the grocery store with a flea collar, a pint of milk, six cans of cat food, and the smallest bag of dry mix she could find. Living with Buzzard was only temporary, just until the cat was fattened up and ready to catch mice for its dinner. In the meantime, she wasn’t about to be eaten alive by parasites.

Nicholas Drake lounged against the lightpost next to the driver’s side of her car, his boot resting on the front fender. A pair of aviator shades hid his eyes and the sleeves of his blue work shirt were rolled up to reveal a nice set of biceps. An extremely nice set.

God, he was delicious enough to drive a black Ram. Red lettering. Three-quarter ton. Max almost drooled. Damn Cameron for having given her that Ram fantasy in the first place.

She stepped off the sidewalk, pulled her keys from her purse, and held them in a defensive posture as if that would stop the frantic beat of her heart. The man made her downright squishy inside—Wendy’s emotions again—and she hated it. “Get your boot off my car, Mister.”

Her voice carried. Several yards away, three female teenage heads swiveled their way. A man walking by, drugstore bag in his left hand, missed a beat in his stride, looked, then moved on. A minivan stopped behind her, but when she made no move to get in her car, the engine gunned, then drifted off down the stretch of parking lot.

Nick straightened away from the pole, a slight curve to his lips which could have been amusement or derision.

The car top was down. Max leaned over, set the bag on the passenger seat, her black slacks stretched across her backside. “Your wife already brought the COBRA check in. Late. What more do you want?”

He ignored her question, didn’t even give her the satisfaction of a double entendre or a sexy look. Instead he laughed. “Remy threatened to cancel, didn’t he?”

“Of course.” The September afternoon was hot. She unbuttoned her jacket, slid it down her arms, then threw it across the bag of groceries. Nick watched. Despite the sunglasses he wore, she felt his eyes on her breasts beneath her thin cotton shirt. Though that might have been Wendy’s wishful thinking. It wasn’t the late afternoon heat, it was him. He melted her from the inside out. Just like he’d done to Wendy. It was happening because of Wendy. She had to find the woman’s killer soon, very soon.

“Remy threatens cancellation every month.”

Damn. For a moment she didn’t understand his comment, then she remembered what they’d been talking about. “I assume that means your wife’s late with the payment every month? Why don’t you just send the check yourself?”

He stepped off the curb, crossed his arms, pulling the blue material of his shirt snug against his chest. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of their fun.”

Max tried not to think about watching him work shirtless in the hot afternoon sun.

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