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Twice as Sexy (The Sexy #2)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Carly Phillips

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
1947089269 (ISBN13: 9781947089266)
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One protective alpha male plus one curvy damsel in distress equals an instant attraction they can’t deny.

Billionaire nightclub owner Jason Dare doesn’t stand a chance. From the moment he lays eyes on the luscious blonde stuck on the side of the road and realizes she’s in danger, he goes from playboy to bodyguard.

Faith Lancaster’s sweet body won’t come to any harm on his watch. And watch Faith he does. He can’t take his eyes off her. Jason will stop at nothing to keep Faith safe. Even if it means moving her into his apartment and letting her into his once private life.

Hiding from her past, Faith has spent the last year building her candy business into a profitable company while keeping to herself and staying under the radar … until she meets the delicious Mr. Dare. Alpha and irresistible, he awakens desires she has long denied. It doesn’t take her long to succumb to his charms and fall hard for the man.

They both have their reasons for keeping things casual but when Faith’s past catches up with her, can Jason finally claim the woman meant to be his?

A Sexy Series / Dare Standalone

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The Sexy Series by Carly Phillips

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Carly Phillips Books

Chapter One

Scarlett Davis spent too much time in her little corner of the district attorney’s office not to personalize it and give the place some warmth. But not even the pretty succulent owl planters her best friend had bought for her birthday could make the dingy beige walls and linoleum floors bright and cheery. Still, she did her best to decorate and make her area feel like home. Even if her work was too important to worry about little things like atmosphere, she did what she could to brighten up her assigned space.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Scarlett, you’d better come out and celebrate with me or I’ll cry boo-hoo,” her best friend and fellow assistant district attorney, Leigh Michaels, sang as she entered Scarlett’s office.

Scarlett shook her head and laughed at the pathetic attempt at a song. “That doesn’t rhyme, just so you know, but thank you for the birthday wishes. And the present. I love them,” she said, pointing to the owls she’d set out on the windowsill.

“You’re welcome.” The pretty brunette settled into the chair across from Scarlett’s desk, a metal piece of furniture that was identical to every other one in the office. “So? We’re going out tonight, right?”

With a sigh, Scarlett shook her head. “I can’t, Leigh. You know how much work these cases I’m assigned have been. Just because we secured one conviction doesn’t mean the other two are guaranteed.”

Scarlett was second chair in a series of high-profile New York Mafia cases. She’d been inundated with work for the last year as each one came closer to their trial date. Picking up a pen, she began rolling it between her hands.

“You need a break,” Leigh argued. “For all the work you’ve done and the way you’ve handled things, these might as well be your cases. Instead Kyle Morgan stands up and takes all the credit when everyone knows it’s your smarts and instincts that have won these victories.” She lowered her voice as she spoke, not wanting to get caught bad-mouthing someone higher up on the totem pole than she was.

“It is what it is. I don’t need the credit, just the convictions.” Scarlett lived for putting the bad guys away. It was the reason she’d studied criminal justice and had gone into law. The basis for why she’d chosen prosecution over defense as a career. She had a distinct disdain for people who committed crimes and got away with them and made it her mission to prevent those kinds of occurrences from happening.

She glanced at the photo of Hank, her younger brother, forever immortalized at sixteen years old, sitting on her desk. The picture never let her forget the reasons for her dedication to her work. Neither did the bracelet she wore that he’d given her when she turned eighteen. He’d worked at the corner grocery store and bought her what he could afford. A thin chain with a heart and she never took it off.

Leigh nodded. “And I respect that. But you only turn thirty once, and I have a connection that can get us into Club TEN29 tonight.” She dropped the name as if it was an incentive to get Scarlett to change her mind about going out.

“I’ve never heard of the place.”

At the admission, Leigh rolled her eyes. “Of course you haven’t because all you do is work. If you picked your head up out of those files once in a while, you’d know it’s the hot club in the city and we’re lucky to get our names on a list to get in. They have live entertainment. Did you know they had a grand reopening with Lola Corbin and Charlotte Jasper?” She waggled her eyebrows at the mention of the well-known, popular rock stars.

Even Scarlett, who buried her head in work, knew of them both and was impressed.

“And the club is not the same old watering holes the stuffy people around this office go to,” Leigh said, continuing to push. “We could go out, let loose. Come on, you deserve it!”

Scarlett smiled at her persistent friend. “Fine. You’re not going to let this go, so I might as well give in.” She placed her pen down on the desk.

“Yay! I just happen to have an extra skirt and top in my bag for you to wear.”

“Naturally,” Scarlett muttered.

Leigh was nothing if not always prepared. She’d probably come to work today with this plan already in mind, knowing if she’d asked Scarlett in advance she’d have said no.

“Well, you’re not going out looking like a prudish schoolmarm from another century,” Leigh said with a disdain-filled glance at Scarlett’s black pencil skirt and matching silk top. Her striped jacket hung on the back of her chair.

Scarlett burst out laughing at the description. Going to court necessitated a certain staid look, and Leigh not only knew it, she followed the unspoken rules on the days she had to do the same. Even today, Leigh wore a pair of dark trousers, a white camisole, and a blazer. No doubt she had her own short dress to change into later.


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