Authors: Julie Leto
Dirty Little Lies (33 page)
Her mind somersaulted back to her final showdown with Yizenia and Devlin. Circumstances had forced Marisela to handle the situation on her own, and while she’d been wallowing in what she’d thought were bad decisions, neither Ian nor Brynn seemed to second-guess her choices. Marisela still didn’t know how she’d permanently reconcile her killer instinct and her quest to stay on the side of the good guys, but at least she still had the opportunity to find out.
If she stayed with Titan.
She’d miss Frankie. She knew that. Standing on her own two feet was the next step—just like Frankie cutting loose from Titan was his. Frankie was her friend, her lover, and…her safety net. It was time to drop the webbing and face life and her career on her own.
But just because she didn’t need Frankie on the job didn’t mean she didn’t need him at all.
She grabbed Frankie’s sleeve and yanked him forward, smashing her mouth to his in a kiss that would brand his flesh for a good long while. Behind her, she heard Lia’s footfalls skitter across the hardwood floors, then the distinct sound of her bedroom door clicking shut.
“Remember that shower you mentioned?” Marisela asked. “I think I might need a little help with it.” She whipped the old T-shirt over her head. Her breasts warmed under Frankie’s heated stare. “The showerhead in the guest room is a little…tight.”
Frankie licked his lips, and when she imagined that tongue flicking over her nipples, she nearly cooed.
“No one fixes tight like I do,
vidita
.”
No regrets, Ian had reminded her. She’d lived her life that way for a hell of a long time and, so far, things had worked out pretty damned good. And the minute Frankie slipped his hands around her waist, she knew the future was definitely looking up. She merged her mouth with Frankie’s, reveling in the demanding push and pull of his tongue with hers. Frankie might be striking out on his own, but he wasn’t gone yet. And who knew? Maybe she could convince him to stick around just a little while longer.
Or maybe not.
Her future was wide open—and Marisela couldn’t wait to dive in and see what happened next.
* * * * * * * * *
Did you miss the first book in this series? Here’s an
excerpt
!
Already read Marisela’s first adventure? Click
here
to read a teaser for the third installment,
Talk Dirty To Me
.
Afterword
Thank you so much for downloading and reading
Dirty Little Lies
. The story is a sequel to my first Marisela Morales sexy suspense,
Dirty Little Secrets
, so if you missed seeing how she got mixed up with Titan International in the first place, I hope you’ll look it up!
I’m currently working on a third Marisela book,
Talk Dirty to Me
. If you’d like to be among the first to know when the book is released, please go to my website,
www.julieleto.com
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Other Works By Julie Leto
Dirty Little Secrets (Sexy Suspense)
Sex, lies and lethal weapons…
Praise for
Dirty Little Lies
:
“Stephanie Who? Readers looking for a genuine and credible bad-ass kick-butt heroine may want to check this book out.”
Mrs. Giggles
“Readers who love a great kickass heroine, propulsive action and plenty of steam shouldn't miss Dirty Little Secrets.”
Leigh Thomas
All About Romance
“Get out the ice and set your fans on high! Julie Leto's Dirty Little Secrets will set you on fire the minute you pick up this steamy, high-speed book of love, action, and adventure.”
Anne Lum,
Writer's Unlimited
OVERVIEW:
— A disgraced bounty hunter pursues her sexy ex
— The secret agent on the run catapults her into his treacherous underworld
— Is her super-sexy lover her ticket out of a mundane world--or is he setting her up to crash and burn?
To purchase
Dirty Little Secrets
,
click here
.
Dare Me (Sexy Suspense)
Given the choice between great sex and saving the world…why not do both?
Praise for Dare Me…
“Dante is uber male, sexy, smart, full of himself yet underneath it all he knows he screwed up and wants to get Macy back. Sigh. This is a hot, fun quick read.”
Brenda
Goodreads
“Moved really fast and full of smart characters.”
Elizabeth Brown
Amazon reader
“Steamy hot…”
Diana Ketterer
All About Romance
OVERVIEW
— female James Bond submits to seduction to save the world
— suave super-spy risks everything to win back the woman he betrayed
To purchase
Dare Me
,
click here
.
Phantom Pleasures (sexy paranormal romance)
Want a late night ghost story where your goose bumps won’t be from fear?
Praise for Phantom Pleasures:
“Ms Leto is in top form here as she strikes the perfect balance between moving the story along and filling the reader in on details.”
Mrs.Giggles
“The actual storyline itself is fanciful and well told. Julie Leto created a tale about Gypsies and magic, curses and love, lost brothers and missing civilizations.”
Cherise Everhard,
Amazon Top 1000 Reviewer
OVERVIEW
— a powerful nobleman, trapped in time
— a modern woman inherits a haunted castle
— will she submit to the phantom’s dark magic or free him from his prison–and her heart—forever?
To purchase
Phantom Pleasures
,
click here
Dirty Little Secrets (Excerpt)
One
“I REMEMBER WHEN
you used to stroke me like that.”
Marisela Morales punctuated her pickup line by blowing on the back of Francisco Vega’s neck. She watched the soft downy strands on his nape spike and knew her luck had finally turned around.
His fingers, visible as she glanced over his shoulder, drew streaks through the condensation on his beer bottle. Up and down. Slow and straight. Lazy, but precise. He toyed with his
cerveza
the same way he’d once made love to her, and for a split second, a trickle of moist heat curled intimately between Marisela’s thighs. For the moment, the part of her Frankie used to oh-so-easily manipulate was safe, encased beneath silky panties and skin-tight, hip-hugging jeans.
Tonight, she’d have him—but on her terms. The hunter had found her prey. Now, she just had to bring him in.
“I don’t remember taking time for slow strokes when you and me got busy,
niña
.”
Marisela sighed, teasing his neck with her hot breath one more time before she slid onto the bar stool next to his. She’d been trying to track the man down for nearly a week. Who knew Frankie would turn up at an old haunt? Since they’d parted ways, Club Electric, a white box on the outside, hot joint on the inside, had changed names, hands, and clientele a good dozen times. But a few things remained constant—the music, the raw atmosphere—and the availability of men like Frankie, who defined the word
caliente
.
Like the song said,
Hot, hot, hot
.
“We were young then,” Marisela admitted with a shrug, loosening the holster strap that cradled the cherished 9 mm Taurus Millennium she wore beneath her slick leather jacket. “Now, I’m all grown up.”
Marisela wiggled her crimson fingernails at Theresa, the owner of the club. The way the older woman’s face lit up, Marisela figured she was going to get more than a drink. Damn. Marisela loved Theresa as if she were her aunt, but now wasn’t the time for…
“Oh, Marisela!
Mija
, how can I thank you for what you did?”
The sentiment was as loud as it was sincere. So she’d done a nice thing for Theresa. The world didn’t have to know. Good deeds could ruin her reputation.
And a simple thank-you wasn’t enough for Theresa. She stepped up onto the shelf on the other side of the bar and practically launched herself into Marisela’s arms. Rolling her eyes at Frankie, Marisela gave the owner a genuine squeeze. She deserved as much. She was a good listener, kept great secrets and mixed the best
Cuba Libre
in town.
“
De nada
, Theresa,” Marisela said, gently disentangling herself. She appreciated the woman’s gratitude, but she had work to do.
