An awesome bunch of UK writers got together one day and decided to write an anthology, Her Kind of Guy is the result.
My contributions are called Ghost and Messy, here’s my snippets. Make sure to check out the others and add us to your TBR.
She’s going to leave, Carter thought to himself, which is exactly what I wanted. She started to walk to the door but Carter stepped in front of her. “Do you want to know how I earned the nickname?” He didn’t know what he was doing. As soon as he’d realised she’d lied to him, he should have kicked her out on her shapely little butt. Instead he didn’t want her to leave. Maybe he could blame it on the whole lack of sleep thing but he was silently starting to wonder if she’d be interested in his brand of messy. Carter’s cock twitched in interest at the random thought.
He fiddled with the cuffs on his shirt. He left the dark blue suit jacket open, making it easier to reach for his gun when he needed it. The job tonight was simple; he had to make his way to the Arcadia Hotel, go to the fifteenth floor, room seven and put two bullets into the person who was staying in there. The pay was ridiculously good. He could retire on it, though it had been said that Lucas Godfrey wasn’t a man who’d leave the life in anything but a body bag.