Wire (Pierce Securities Book 2)
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Authors: Anne Conley
Copyright 2015 by Anne Conley
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the Publisher, except where permitted by law.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead are purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
Cover model: Devon Ryan
Cover photography: Carlos Salazar and Tresal Photography
Cover designer: Love, Lust, and Lipstick Stains Cover Art
Editor: Redhead Book Services
Formatter: E-Book Builders
Acknowledgments:
Dedication:
Chapter One Six months ago
Chapter Two Present day
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
About Anne
Contact Anne
Anne's Bookshelf
For the Reader
Pierce Securities:
Craze
Wire
Stories of Serendipity:
Neighborly Complications
Chef’s Delight
Dream On
Hot Mess
Falling for Him
Gambling on Love
My Mistake
Wrecked
Saving Charlie
Four Winds:
Falling for Heaven
Falling for Grace
Falling for Hope
Falling for Faith
Falling for Cyn (Coming Summer 2015)
Stand Alones:
Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men
The Fixer Upper
It takes a village, y’all. It’s taken me years to develop the team that I work with, and without crucial elements of my team, I wouldn’t be as good an author. Period. Tiffany, Deena, Suzanne, Kelly, Kellie, Jami, Andrew, Trenda, Jacinda, Jess, Deven, Jackie, all of my street team members, and my family…Each and every one of you have been invaluable in this process. I love you all. Devon, in particular, the cover model, has had a lot to do with this story coming to fruition. I swear I had the story written down before I met him, but he
is
Evan.
This book is dedicated to my Badass Book Bitches. You all do so much to motivate me every single day. You really have no idea.
Six months ago
Paige was exhausted after three intense days of ultimatums, but she’d gotten what she wanted, and the need to celebrate was strong. Stepping into the crowded bar down the street from her hotel, she was overwhelmed by the crush of bodies as her eyes swept the interior. She wasn’t terribly overdressed—most people in here had probably come straight from work—but her champagne-colored business suit stood out purely from the designer on the label. She’d worn it today on purpose; her need to close the deal had been overwhelming.
Now she just needed to unwind and dump some adrenaline.
When her eyes swept across the attractive man at the bar, they’d initially kept moving, until her brain registered those deep, dark eyes, the curly mop of dark hair, and the toned bicep muscles straining against his black t-shirt. She should have recognized him immediately.
Evan Rocco.
As her gaze snapped back to him, their eyes collided across the bar. He smiled at her, and she returned it, not believing this was happening to her. Something to mark off her bucket list.
Fucking Evan Rocco had been a dream of hers since, well, forever.
The closer she got, Paige could see the interest in his eyes. She knew she still looked good, even after the day she’d had. Knowing her efforts were appreciated added a sultry swing to her hips, almost sub-consciously.
As she got closer, he stood, offering her his seat. Sliding onto the stool, she felt his intake of air as he leaned forward and smelled her. It should have been creepy, but knowing it was Evan Rocco sent a shudder straight up her spine, goose bumps popping out across her skin.
“What can I buy you?” His voice in her ear was low, sexy, and something she’d imagined for years.
She waved vaguely, trying to stay nonchalant. “A beer. Any beer will do.” She didn’t want him to know how big of a coup it would be to bag him. She didn’t sleep around, typically, but exceptions could be made for Evan Rocco, the man whose theories were the driving force behind her business—her entire life.
Evan motioned to the bartender, who brought her a craft microbrew. She drank gratefully, partially an effort to hide her own nerves, but partially because she’d been dreaming of a celebratory beer for hours. As she enjoyed her beer, Evan leaned back, watching her, her skin prickling with awareness.
