Author: Tia Louise
Series: One to Hold #7
Publisher: TLM Productions
Release Date: June 25, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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Secrets and lies...
Welcome to the North Side.
Marcus Merritt doesn't chase women. He doesn't have to. But when the spirited and sexy blonde who left him wanting more shows up in his office looking for work, little things like the rules seem ready to be rewritten.
Amy Knight is smart, ambitious, and back home in Chicago to care for her mother. A courtesy meeting with one of the top lawyers in the city should be a boost to her career...
Until the polished green-eyed player turns out to be the same irresistible “random” she hooked up with at a friend's wedding in Wilmington. Bonus: He's the brother of her older brother's new wife. What the hell?!
Who's chasing whom? It all depends on the day. Or the night.
One to Chase (One to Hold, #7)
By Tia Louise
June 25, 2015
Cover Design by Steven Novak
Photography by Perrywinkle Photography
Everything freezes, including my breath.
I’m pretty sure the shiny brass desk clock on his stupidly large desk even stops ticking.
“What the fuck?” The man, who is most definitely not Edward Merritt, hisses softly.
Years of practice keep me from completely losing it in that moment. I cross my legs and channel all the Gwyneth Paltrow-cool hammered into me from finishing school.
“It’s… You’re…” The Man from Wilmington extends his phone toward me, but he must not’ve had a good grip. It slips like a bar of soap from his hand and arcs through the air straight into my lap.
Thank God for small mercies. I’m snort a laugh, which cuts the tension at once.
“You’re welcome.” With a teasing smile I lift the small black device and place it on the desktop in front of me.
Going forward, I will never forget his response. It’s splendid in its precision. I can’t help but admire his control. Marcus Merritt sits in his leather-studded chair, and his face transforms into a mask of professionalism.
The slightest smile curves the side of his mouth, and a tingle moves across my stomach. “Good catch,” he says.
“It’s not every day I have expensive technology lobbed at me.”
“Sorry. Strenuous call.”
“Dry cleaners. They keep breaking my buttons.”
My lips tighten against another laugh, and I fight every urge humming under my skin. Damn him for being as witty as he is attractive.
“You are not Edward Merritt.” It’s a nice, orienting statement.
“Edward is my father.” His brows knit over green-hazel eyes as he looks down at his desk. “Who the fuck is Amalie Knight?”
“My mother was going through a French phase.” I give him a teasing wink, and his eyes flick away from mine fast. If he weren’t so composed, I might take that to mean something.
“So Amy is short for Amalie?”
“Patrick couldn’t say Amalie when he was a little boy.”
His eyebrows rise and he leans back nodding. “Right. Patrick… and Stuart’s little sister.”
His playfulness shuts down, and I refuse to let disappointment rise in my chest. So we have a nice, teasing banter to go with our blazing-hot hook-up sex. I will not be hopping out of any frying pans into any fires. My moment with this “Man in Wilmington” will remain precisely that. A moment. In Wilmington.
Lightening my tone, I force a bright smile and lay it all out there. “My mother and your sister think you can introduce me to all the right people in Chicago.”
“I doubt you need my help with that.” His eyes don’t meet mine. In fact it seems he’s avoiding my eyes now.
“I don’t, but it means a lot to them.”
That makes him look up, but only to my neck. “You’re looking for something in marketing?”
“Yes.” I swipe the screen on my phone. “Give me your number, and I’ll send you my resume. I have a finance degree from Cornell, but I minored in marketing. One of my graduate projects was a rollout for a software design company located in Ithaca. My team won an ADDY for it.”
He leans forward and reaches across the desk. “It’s probably easier if I enter my number.”
His white cuff ends just above his large hand. Neatly trimmed nails… My lip involuntarily catches in my teeth at the memory of those fingers clutching my bare ass, those large hands pulling me against his rock-hard cock, driving deep between my thighs. My back slammed against the wall, his groan in my ear as he came. Shit.
“Sure.” I blink fast, dismissing that red-hot memory as I pass my brushed-gold phone to him. “I’ve opened Messenger. Just enter your number, and I’ll send it to you.”
“We don’t have a full-time PR function in our office.” His voice is apologetic.
“Most smaller firms don’t. It’s a contract service.”
He passes the device back, watching our hands. Our fingers brush lightly, and I swear to god it sparks. Get it together, Amy.
Looking down, I see the digits and debate whether to save them. It’s a recipe for trouble, but I do it. Then I attach my resume and hit send.
“You’ve got it now.” I lift my chin, and… eye contact.
Shit on a stick. He was right in avoiding it. Looking into his smoky hazel gaze, I see all my naughty thoughts reflected right back at me.
“It’s probably best we don’t work together anyway.” Why did I say that?
An eyebrow arches, and that damn sexy grin is back. “Really? How come.” He thinks he’s got me.
“Nepotism.” He can’t honestly think I would grow up in the house of alphas I did and be weak.
“I think we’d have to be related to be accused of nepotism.”
“We practically are. I mean, with Elaine and Patrick and all.”
“My sister, your brother. There’s no relation between us.”
“I suppose that’s a good thing.” Damn my mouth. Standing, I decide it’s time for me to get out of here before I say anything else. “I know you’re busy. Thanks for taking the time to meet with me.”
“I’ll give you a call if I hear anything.” He stands just as fast. “And maybe I’ll see you around.”
My eyes sweep his too-large office as I think. “It seems likely our paths will cross.”
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A One to Chase short prequel.
Just in from Paris…
Just in from Chicago…
Neither Marcus Merritt nor Amy Knight are up for a wedding, especially when it drags one of them back home to old memories and the other to a life left far behind.
A random hook-up seems like a good distraction—it is a wedding after all. Isn’t everyone supposed to hook up?
The latest Merritt-Knight pairing starts off with a bang, but neither party knows where this random is going to lead.
Due to strong language and sexual content, “Runaway” is intended for readers 18 and older only.
Derek Alexander is a retired Marine, ex-cop, and the top investigator in his field. Melissa Jones is a small-town girl trying to escape her troubled past.
When the two intersect in a bar in Arizona, their sexual chemistry is off the charts. But what is revealed during their “one week stand” only complicates matters.
Because she’ll do everything in her power to get away from the past, but he’ll do everything he can to hold her.
There’s a new guy in town…
“Patrick Knight, single, retired Guard-turned private investigator. I was a closer. A deal maker. I looked clients in the eye and told them I’d get their shit done. And I did…”
Patrick doesn’t do “nice.”
At least, not anymore.
After his fiancée cheats, he follows up with a one-night stand and a disastrous office hook-up. His business partner (Derek Alexander) sends him to the desert to get his head straight–and clean up the mess.
While there, Patrick meets Elaine, and blistering sparks fly, but she’s not looking for any guy. Or a long-distance relationship.
Patrick’s ready to do anything to keep her, but just when it seems he’s changed her mind, the skeletons from his past life start coming back.
When Sloan Reynolds beats criminal charges, Melissa Jones stops believing her wealthy, connected ex-husband will ever pay for what he did to her. Derek Alexander can’t accept that–a tiny silver scar won’t let him forget, and as a leader in the security business, he is determined to get the man who hurt his fiancée.
Then the body of a former call girl turns up dead. She’s the breakthrough Derek’s been waiting for, the link to Sloan’s sordid past he needs. But as usual, legal paths to justice have been covered up or erased.
Derek’s ready to do whatever it takes to protect his family when his partner Patrick Knight devises a plan that changes everything. It’s a plan that involves coloring outside the lines and taking a walk on the dark side. It goes against everything on which Alexander-Knight, LLC, is based. And it’s a plan Derek’s more than ready to follow.
Tattoos, bad boys, love…
Boxing, fame, fortune…
It’s the one thing Kenny and Slayde have in common. Until the night Fate throws them together and everything changes.
Their chemistry is undeniable, their love blazing hot, but is history destined to repeat itself?
It’s a story about fighting. It’s about falling in love. It’s about losing everything only to find it again in the least likely place. And it’s about the one hit you never see coming.
Some demons can’t be shaken off.
Some wounds won’t heal.
Until a pair of hazel eyes knocks you on your ass, and you realize it’s time to stop running.
“I lost myself in the darkness of trying to protect you…”
Some threats take away everything.
Family won’t let you go down without a fight.The Secret isn’t as secure as Derek’s team originally thought it was, and a person on the inside of Alexander-Knight is set on exposing him, breaking him, and taking away all he holds dear.Refusing to let anyone suffer for his crimes, Derek takes matters into his own hands. He’s exposed, he’s defenseless, but his friends are determined to save him.