Series: The Force Duet #1
Authors: M. Malone & Nana Malone
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2017
I am the shadow that haunts the night. I am a hunter, a protector…a force for good…I am Jonas Castillo.For years I’ve existed on the edge of the dark, protecting innocents who can’t protect themselves. Until… her. Jessica JJ Jones. The bane of my existence. A bright light in the dark. The crack in my armor. A loud, argumentative beautiful crack in my armor.But first, there’s a more immediate concern. JJ is running scared. And to protect her I might have to break the vow I made years ago.
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He squeezed his eyes shut tight as he entered her inch by inch. JJ met him halfway by raising her hips. His jaw stayed tight until he was seated all the way inside her. He made love to her sweetly. Kissing her, holding her to him and looking into her eyes. “You’re mine. And I am yours.”
In that moment, the fear fell away. This was the perfect moment, the one she’d always looked for. This was the kind of love and acceptance she’d been seeking all her life. “I know.” Blissful abandon started in her toes and cascaded through her body. She held onto him tight and muttered how much she loved him as the orgasm took over all her conscious and subconscious thought.
As her body held him inside her, he whispered in her ear, “I am so lucky.” With two more deep strokes, his whole body shook with release.
Matthias got his time-to-start-killing-people face going. Rafe stood straighter and cracked his neck. Jonas had started to recognize that as his kicking-ass face. Oskar was the only one who stayed calm, leaning against the wall. But when he spoke, his voice was quiet and deadly. Jonas had learned that when pushed, Oskar could be far more dangerous than any of them. And that included Rafe.
“Explain, Jonas,” The German said quietly.
“I guess they used to date. That’s when it started. He beat her. Motherfucker didn’t take it too well when she tried to end things.” They would know the whole story eventually when JJ decided to tell it. Right now he gave them the bare bones minimum.
Noah frowned across his arms. “I’ll give Ian a call.”
“No, you won’t give Ian a call. I don’t want to give that asshole any knowledge that I’m coming for him.”
“Not without me,” Matthias said.
Rafe just nodded his head. He was always down for an ass whooping.
Noah shook his head. “No. No one’s going in for an ass kicking. We need the full story first.”
Jonas listened, but he still armed himself with pistols, made sure that he had extra magazines, and grabbed one of the shotguns too. Just for shits and giggles. What he needed was a rocket launcher. Yes, he could blow up anything with a rocket launcher. He knew they had one in here somewhere. Where had Noah put that?
The elevator doors slid open and Jonas stepped into the entryway. It was dark and quiet, the only sound coming from the direction of Matthias’s room. That kid never slept no matter what time of day it was, but he also didn’t ask questions. So he was off the hook.
Then he stepped into the living room and was confronted with a tight, toned ass in skintight leggings.
All the parts of him that had been asleep fired to life. Jonas sucked in a deep breath as JJ shifted her position at the window, the globes of her ass bouncing slightly with the movement. His dick tried to follow her. It should have been a welcome diversion. Hell, at least he wasn’t depressed and feeling the sting of failure anymore. But this was JJ. The woman lived to torment him. So as spectacular as that ass was, it was the last thing he wanted to see in the middle of the night coming off a tough case.
“Why are you still awake?”
It came out harsher than he’d intended, but there was no need to apologize. JJ didn’t offend easily, probably because she thrived on insults and could throw out verbal daggers with the best of them. As he’d expected, she merely turned her head slightly to acknowledge his presence before turning back to the night sky, dismissing him.
“Why can’t you mind your own business?” she asked in a deceptively sweet voice.
Never mind that just a few moments ago, Jonas had wanted nothing more than to climb into bed without having to engage anyone. Now he stepped farther into the room, instinctively drawn to her. There was just something about Jessica Jones that he could not resist. It was sick in a way, but he got off on fighting with her. That smart mouth and those killer curves were the perfect combination to make his dick hard while simultaneously pissing him off.
It was a heady combination.
“What would be the fun in that?” Jonas asked, speaking truthfully.
She turned from whatever it was that was holding her attention outside and eyed him with a sneer. “I would ask if you had a hot date but that’s doubtful. Jackasses really aren’t in this season.”
Now that hurt. “Women love me.”
She sniffed and slid him a sidelong glance. “Frankly, I don’t see the appeal. But then again there are people who like candy corn and peeps. There’s really no accounting for taste…or lack thereof.”
“Hey! Candy corn is awesome.” Jonas might have to rethink his taste in women if she was dogging on candy corn. How could you not enjoy something that was pure high-octane sugar? “You’re probably just too bitter to enjoy it.”
Her eyes flashed and for a moment there was something behind the look that made him regret his choice of words. “Too bad for you, you’ll never have a taste.” Her words carried a hint of hurt with them and he wanted to bite off his tongue.
They snarked at each other and played fast and loose with their words, but he would never actually want to hurt her. It bothered him that he even could. In his mind, JJ was as invincible as her comic book character namesake, and finding a chink in her armor was both disturbing and endearing.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that.”
“Whatever. You’re probably right. I’ll leave the sweetness to you. I just happen to like my men a little bit…stronger with a hint of a bite. Same way I like my whiskey.”
She turned to go, but before she could make it two steps, strong arms encircled her from behind. JJ sucked in a breath, caught off guard by how damn good it felt to be held like this. She turned her head slightly, freezing as her forehead brushed against his chin. He was tall and built, something she’d tried like hell not to notice before. But it was damn near impossible not to feel the rock hard muscles behind her and around her. Or not to get lost in the warm masculine scent that drew her like a bumblebee to honey.
God, he even smells like testosterone. But in a good, nuzzle-into-his-neck-while-he-
Her stomach clenched and there was an answering pull between her thighs. Damn it. She was not getting off on this.
“Let me go.” She’d meant for it to come out bitchy as usual but there was a soft, plaintive note to her voice that made let me go sound suspiciously like never let me go.
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M. MaloneNYT & USA Today bestselling author M. Malone lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her husband and their two sons. She holds a master’s degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be scandalized by how she’s using her expensive education.
Independently published, she has sold more than 1/2 million ebooks in her two series, THE ALEXANDERS and BLUE-COLLAR BILLIONAIRES. Since starting her indie journey in 2011 with the runaway bestselling novella “Teasing Trent,” her work has appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than a dozen times.
She’s now a full-time writer and spends 99.8% of her time in her pajamas.
USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel she “borrowed” from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.