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Over My Head

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What happens when two opposites realize they have more in common than expected?

I’m a dancer, a damn good one if you asked. I work at the Silver Steel Gentlemen’s Club. My hard and fast rule? No freebies and no office dating. Except for Slade. Hard, fast, slow, gentle...I don’t care.  I’ll take him any way possible. But he’s not that in to me.

Or so she thinks. I’m a bouncer at the Silver Steel. Astra doesn’t realize I see her.  I can’t help myself. She captivates me every time she’s on the stage. I want her, but I have a...problem. I’m not at the Steel to pick up chicks or even work the room. I’m there to stop the influx of drugs into the community. Yeah, I’m a cop. But if the job means sampling the dancers... As long as I keep my heart out of it, I’ll be fine.   

I hope.

This book has a kick ass hero, a dancer with all the right moves, hot sex, a little mutual anal play for good measure and mention of drug use.

 

Excerpt

“Slade?”

He shook the thoughts from his head. “Get in. We can talk in the warmth.” He rolled his window back up, careful not to lose too much precious heat.

Astra slid into the passenger seat and rubbed her arms.  “Colder than the Arctic, isn’t it?”

Slade glanced at her bare hands. “Where are your gloves, little girl?” He took both her hands in his. “You’re going to freeze.”

“My gloves grew legs and walked out while I was on stage.” She shivered next to him. “Sorry. The car died and I needed a ride.”

“I didn’t see your car in the lot.” He squeezed her hands, working the circulation back into them. “Mine’s the only one here.”

“I know.” She averted her whiskey gaze. “I walked here.”

“What?” Slade forced himself to remain calm. “Why didn’t you say something?” Astra danced as Sexyback and had been in a relationship with the club owner, Salazar “Tiny” Balthazar. He shouldn’t care who she fucked, but the thought of her laying down with the tattooed man churned his stomach. Like she’d sleep with him. He wasn’t even who he claimed to be.

“Because it’s at my brother-in-law’s garage. Wouldn’t start and my brother-in-law said it was the starter. I don’t know.”

“I can look at it tomorrow, if you want.” Slade clamped his lips together. If he talked too much more, he’d say something foolish.

“You can’t do any worse.” She laughed, a low, throaty laugh that sent sizzles through his veins. “How about you just take me home. I’m pooped and those damned heels hurt after an hour or two.”

He wasn’t real thrilled to let her go, but hell, if he said he thought about her late at night surely Astra would thank him and take off. He put the car into gear. He missed her touch and he barely knew her. He pulled out of the lot and into the street, careful not to skid on the freshly fallen snow. “You got it.”

~ ~

“Astra?”

She gulped. He’d used her given name. Most of the bouncers didn’t even know the girls had names, other than ‘the one with huge knockers’.  She turned. Slade wasn’t traditionally handsome. His face was a little too long and his black hair a tad too unruly. His grey eyes flashed whenever he looked at her and the simple act always sent shivers up her spine. It was like he didn’t see her physical attributes, but rather saw the woman inside. But to have him see her as a human, not a set of breasts was a too much to ask.

“We’re here.” Slade pulled into his parking spot at the Sanborn Building.  “It’s three in the morning and damned icy. Give me a moment and I’ll come around to get you.”

“I’m not going to break,” she chuffed although she appreciated his gesture. Astra waited a heartbeat for him to round the hood of the car.

Slade opened the door and offered his gloves. “Put these on.”

She considered arguing with him and capitulated. Gloves were so much better than frozen fingers. She shivered again. “Thanks.”

He looped one arm around her back and placed his hand on her elbow.

“Are you for real?” She looked away, embarrassed by her own question.

“I hope so,” he murmured in her ear. “I had a mother who insisted I have manners as well as learn how to put a man in his place.”

She paused and stared at him.

“What, little girl?”

“Your girlfriend is a lucky woman.” Her heart beat loud in her ears. Had she just blurted something about his girlfriend? Shit.

Reviews

""I love a story where the guy whisks the gal off her feet. This is one of those, but worked in a deliciously subtle way. I love how Wendi writes from the perspective of Slade and Astra. You get to see the world from both their points of view and I felt it took me deeper into the story. And hot? Wowzers, there are some really, really sexy scenes in Over My Head, and oh my. You'll not be disappointed I can tell you. If you like a sexy romance with a bit of grit then pick this up pronto!" ~ Victoria Blisse

"
Over My Head is a dark and dangerous romance, with secrets and peril around each corner. This is reminiscent of pulp fiction or noir, with an atmosphere of earlier times and places. The characters are well developed, and the situation is fraught with danger at every turn for out intrepid hero and heroine. I like the gritty reality Ms Zwaduk has injected into this story...If you prefer your romance to have a dark and dangerous appeal, and your happy ever after hovering on the edge of doubt, this one is for you."
~ Foxglove ~ Long and Short Erotic Reviews~ Rated 4.5 stars



"I liked this novella because it gave you a story and sensual titillation.  If you have a short flight somewhere and do not want to start a book you cannot get back to immediately, I recommend this novella." ~ Rated 4 Orgasms ~ Pat at Book Obesesed Chicks

"Just finished Over My Head. Loved it! The ending made me tear up a little..." ~ reader Cassandra A.




 




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