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Leverage (Tyler Karras #2) by Nancy S. Thompson : Spotlight, Teasers, Excerpt & Giveaway

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Four years ago, Tyler Karras’ quest to avenge his wife's death led to all out war with San Francisco's Russian Mafia. With the Bratva’s collapse and its king, Dmitri Chernov, long dead, all Ty wants now is to put it behind him and enjoy a second chance at life with his new bride, Hannah, and the child they're expecting any day. But Chernov's heir, Grigory Dmitriev, has returned, bitter and determined. He wants his kingdom back, and he's more than willing to leverage Ty's new family to get it.

First he targets Conner, Ty’s brooding nineteen-year-old stepson, manipulating the boy into a vortex of sex, drugs, alcohol, and gambling. Then he turns his sights on Hannah. At eight months pregnant, she’s the ultimate bargaining chip. With both their lives in jeopardy, as well as his unborn child, Ty has little choice but to do as Grigory commands—even if that means assassinating the new leadership resurrecting within the Bratva.

But Tyler swore he'd never kill again. He buried that monster four years ago and means to keep it that way. Grigory, however, makes that vow impossible to keep.

With his new family on the line, Ty will cross further into the dark side than he ever has before, challenging everything he believes about himself, and forcing him to face the ghosts of his past. Only then will Ty discover if he has the strength to do the unspeakable, to sacrifice his last chance at redemption and save the lives of those he loves most.

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I returned to the bed, sitting along the edge while I removed my shoes and socks then pulled my t-shirt over my head. I stood, unzipped my jeans, and started to push them down over my hips, but thought better of it. I pulled them back in place and re-zipped.

Katy snorted at the sound. “Really, Conner? You’re so afraid of me you’d rather sleep in your jeans?”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.” I slipped under the bedcovers, plumped the pillow beneath my head, and sighed as I tried to relax. I heard Katy shift beside me, the bed dipping as she moved closer to the center.

“So,” she whispered, “did you get that gig you auditioned for?”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.”

I not only heard her impatient huff, I felt the heat of it on my shoulder.

“You got a problem with that, too?”

“No... I mean… Sort of. I guess. Shit, Conner, I don’t know.”

With my hand beneath my cheek, I turned to face her, though I couldn’t see anything. “Look, um… I’m not doing this to hurt you or anything. It’s just…I need to move on, you know? And getting a job is part of that.”

“Yeah, but…you couldn’t just get one at a pizza joint or something? You had to take one where she works? ‘Cause let me tell you, Conner, that girl’s wet for you.”

I thought about it, whatever it was Katy had seen in Nova. I’d felt it earlier, too, big time, right before Katy barged back into my life. Perhaps that interruption had been a blessing. I really shouldn’t get involved with anyone. Damn! The timing really sucked though. Two hot girls, obviously willing and eager, and I was supposed to be abstaining? Are you fucking kidding me? Just the thought made me hard. And the heat coming off Katy’s body didn’t help, nor did the sweet smell of her skin. I loathed turning away from that. I drew in a breath more uneven than intended.

Katy wiggled an inch closer, the impression on the mattress dipping even farther into my side. I put my hand out, meaning to place it on the space between us so I could move back, but I found Katy’s hip instead, and there wasn’t anything covering it either. No t-shirt, no blanket, not even a sheet. Just her blessedly warm, smooth flesh. I retreated as if she’d burned me, because it honestly felt as though she had. But Katy grabbed my hand and moved it back in place, her palm blazing as it rested atop mine. My heart beat faster, harder, and I could barely take a breath. She pushed my hand down over her hip and thigh then turned it to cup the neatly groomed space between her legs.

She whispered, “She’s not the only one, you know?”

My body was so charged, I couldn’t follow what she was saying. “She’s…not the only one what?” I asked in a ragged breath.

Katy giggled and spread her legs ever so slightly. “Who’s wet for you, silly,” she said then moved my fingers between them. “See?”

She was right. I felt her essence all over my fingers as she slid them deep within her fold. And when she slipped me inside, all velvety and tight, she moaned and urged her body closer, her legs wider, my fingers deeper. I rubbed my finger in a slow circle over her nub, once, twice, three times, then immersed two fingers as far as they would go, just one thrust, but that’s all it took.

“Oh God!” she moaned into the darkness.

I didn’t make another move. I just lay there as her body trembled in its release. With one hand, she pulled me free, brought it to her mouth, and rubbed my slick fingers across her lips. Her other hand tugged at my waistband, popped the button, and unzipped my jeans. Cool fingers snaked inside my shorts, coiled around me, and squeezed. And that’s all it took for me, as well. I turned my face and moaned into my pillow. Katy giggled in satisfaction then removed her hand, scooted back, and turned over with a sigh.

“Goodnight,” she said, her breathing almost instantaneously even as she slipped into sleep.

I rolled onto my back and stared toward the ceiling. I raised my still damp fingers near my face. I couldn’t see them, but I could smell them—her—all over me.

I slipped from bed and into the bathroom where I stood at the sink. I gazed into the mirror and sighed, shaking my head in disbelief, at both what had just happened and that I’d allowed it to yet again.

I swore at my reflection in the mirror. “You’re a goddamn weak motherfucker.” But even still, there was the smallest of grins, and it grew wider by the second.
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Nancy is a sunny California transplant currently living in dreary Seattle, Washington with her husband of twenty-four years, their son, a student at Seattle University, their giant snow dog, Jack, and his kitty, Skye. She works as a freelance editor and also has her own interior and architectural design business. When she's not writing, editing, designing, or marketing—a rarity these days—Nancy keeps herself busy by cooking and baking, that is, when she can pull herself away from Facebook, also a rarity.

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