Playing Dirty
His guiltiest pleasureShe's wild, wicked… and pure sexy troubleIt takes a nanosecond for Lizzie Marchande to see that Ford Lassiter worships rules and order. Yet behind his leonine eyes, this gorgeous, but tightly wound, man is hiding something much deeper than lust. He's hiding a deliciously raw, hungry need to take control while Lizzie relinquishes hers. But for this wild, fierce woman, there's no holding back his heart…no matter the cost.
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His guiltiest pleasure
Sheâs wild, wicked...and pure, sexy trouble
It takes a nanosecond for Lizzie Marchande to see that Ford Lassiter worships rules and order. Yet behind his leonine eyes this gorgeous but tightly wound man is hiding something much deeper than lust. Heâs hiding a deliciously raw, hungry need to take control while Lizzie relinquishes hers. But for this wild, fierce woman thereâll be no holding back his heart...no matter the cost.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07127-7
PLAYING DIRTY
© 2018 Lauren Hawkeye
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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For the incomparable Suzanne Rock and Julia Kent, for not judging me when I said âLittle Womenâ and âeroticâ in the same sentence.
Contents
Then
THIS COULDNâT BE RIGHT.
Ford Lassiter tore his gaze away from the blocky brown house that sat on a large lot shaded by leafy green trees. Looking down at the GPS on his phone, he squinted at the blinking icon that told him he had reached his destination.
âThatâs just great.â He had paid a lot of money for the best that technology had to offer, and now when he really needed his GPS to work? It took him to some run-down estate on the South End instead of the garage he desperately needed to fix his car, which was making a rather ominous rattle.
He was going to miss his meeting outside the city. Nothing to be done about that. Still, he was not accustomed to things not running according to his plan, and it was like an itch that he had no way to scratch.
âDamn it!â Slamming a hand into the center of the steering wheel, he jolted when he accidentally set off his horn. It sent a surge of adrenaline through his system, a shot of caffeine to his blood, and he couldnât help but roll his eyes at himself.
âYou can run a small empire without help.â Scrubbing his hands over his eyes, Ford took a moment to lean back in his leather seat. âBut you canât get your car fixed without an assistant.â
The very notion hurt his pride. He had an MBA, for heavenâs sake. He was a very intelligent, very rich man.
