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Informationen zum Autor New York Times and USA Today bestselling author M. Leighton enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you’ll find in her books. When her thoughts aren’t roaming in that direction, she’ll be riding wild horses, skiing the slopes of Aspen or scuba diving with a hot rock star, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office. Klappentext M. Leighton's Down to You was just the beginning. "Up to Me has even more shockers in store!” (Examiner.com) For Olivia, romantic bliss has never felt so right as it does with Cash. Unpredictable, except when it comes to satisfying her desires, Cash's 'bad boy' reputation is well-earned, but he's turning his life around with the one woman who accepts him for who he is. Until strangers from the past turn Olivia and Cash's world upside down. What they want is something only Cash can give them. And if he doesn't deliver, then they're taking the one thing that Cash values the most. Olivia always knew that in falling for Cash she was likely to get burned. But this new threat is beyond anything she imagined. Now she has to trust Cash with her life—and for Olivia that's much easier than letting go, and trusting him with her heart. Includes a teaser from Everything for Us One Olivia Out of the corner of my eye, I see the light flicker at the back of Dual. The door to Cash’s office opens and closes as he comes out into the club. He looks up and our eyes lock instantly. His expression is carefully schooled, per my request, but that doesn’t mean my toes don’t curl inside my work shoes. His eyes are blazing as they look into mine. My stomach does a flip and then he looks away, which is a very good thing. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be Cash who blew our cover, it would be me—when I leave my position behind the bar, march right over to him, plant my lips on his, and then drag him back to bed. Tearing my eyes away from him, I force my mind back to my job. Dammit. “I got it,” Taryn chirps, reaching in front of me to grab a dirty glass from the bar top. I smile and nod my thanks, but inside I’m picking her crazy, dreadlocked motives apart. She’s been nice to me all night and I’m not sure why. She’s never been nice to me. Openly hostile, yes. Spitefully devious, yes. But nice? Oh no. Before tonight, I would’ve assured anyone who asked that Taryn would rather sharpen her toothbrush into a shiv and shank me than even look at me. And yet, here she is, smiling my way and bussing my side of the bar. Hmmm. I’m not a naturally suspicious person, so . . . Okay, so I’m a naturally suspicious person, but I have good reason to be. A lifetime of schemers, liars, selfish buttmunchers, and all-around icky people has made me a bit jaded. But I’m coming around. Anyway, I am extremely curious to know what Taryn’s got up her sleeve. And there is something up her tattooed sleeve. I’d bet my life on it. Or her life. Either way. I can almost see the wheels turning behind the blue of her almond-shaped, kohl-lined eyes. The only thing I can do, however, is watch my back and keep my eyes open. She’ll slip up and show her hand eventually. Then I’ll know what’s going on in that twisted mind of hers. Until then, I’m more than happy to let her kiss my fluffy butt and help as much as she wants. “So,” she begins casually as she makes her way back to me. “Got plans for tonight after work? I thought maybe we could hit Noir and have a drink, get to know each other a little better.” All right, this is getting ridiculous. I stare at her, working to keep my jaw from dropping open as I wait for the punch line. Only there isn’t one. She’s serious . “You’re serious.” She smiles and nods. “Of course I’m serious. Why would I as...
