Jade was at the end of her rope. She’s just lost her job as an erotic dancer and been chased by her boss when a mysterious man named Kyr of Rhyn rescues her. He is the epitome of a tall, dark and handsome man, the kind she always dreamt of. But something isn’t quite right with Kyr and she is bound to find out what it is.
Kyr has finally found the right woman to help him save his race from extinction. She is kind, sensual, and the only one who can fire up the heat inside him and actually make his skin turn green.
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She was removing her good shoe when she heard the club’s door open again. Jade turned around. Brad strode toward her. The subdued light coming from the street lamppost reflected in his black eyes. He had the look of a pissed, angry man. Crud.
“You owe me money, bitch.”
“Ha! I don’t owe you shit. What, you want me to pay for those bottles? It’s you who should pay me. I broke my shoe because you, tightwad, refused to fix that crack in the floor. Duct tape, for your information, doesn’t hold cement together.”
“I knew you were trouble even before I hired you.”
“Got that right. And this trouble,” she said, poking herself in the chest, “will bring you bigger trouble by contacting the authorities for your illegal porn shows.”
Brad paled.
“Not so tough now, are you?”
“Bitch. Try it and you’ll lose more than a shoe. Give me back the check I gave you and we’ll call it even.”
“No. I worked hard for this money.”
“You will pay me here or I’ll break your other heel. Your neck even.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Brad.” She frantically reached in her purse for the pepper spray. Where was that damn thing?
“And it’ll be my pleasure breaking your Goddamn nose.” Brad took a step forward. He cracked his knuckles.
Oh God.
Jade took a step back. Brad came closer and closer. She watched as he raised his fist and let go. Jade closed her eyes, but the punch never came. She heard a grunt and opened her eyes.
Wide shoulders and rippling large triangular muscles extending over the back of the neck and shoulders through a white shirt blocked her view. Who the heck…
“Are you okay, Jade?” the man asked without turning.
“Yes.” Oh dear. A previous customer?
“What do you want me to do with him?”
“What?”
“Do you want me to kill him?”
Jade stepped to the side to see what was happening. “Oh, no!” The man’s fingers—whoever he was—were wrapped around Brad’s throat. “Let him go, please. I don’t want you to kill him.”
“It’ll be my pleasure breaking his neck.”
“Me, too. But it’s not worth going to jail for killing a swamp rat. Let him go.”
