Book 3 in the Triple X trilogy
It’s time for this identical triplet to meet her match.
Can a wild child ever really be tamed? Growing up in foster care has made Roxie Cannon tough and self-reliant, but being alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. She’s finally found family. Is it time she met her match?
Roxie should be on top of the world. She’s formed bonds with identical sisters she never knew she had, and she’s buying the bar she’s managed for years. The feisty brunette has everything she’s ever wanted. Almost. Two things still elude her: answers to why her family was split apart, and a man with whom she can share her passion. Seeing her sisters with their mates has made her aware she’s still the odd one out. Yet that all starts to change when a rough-and-tumble hottie from her past walks in The Ruckus’ door.
Billy knows trouble when he sees it, and Roxie is commotion in motion. They’ve always set sparks off one another. This time, he’s promised himself he won’t get burned. Yet things get serious when he learns of Roxie’s quest to find her parents. Can he save his hot-blooded lover from being hurt? Or will the wounded little girl inside her never trust him again?
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An Excerpt From: ROXIE
© Copyright KIMBERLY DEAN, 2014
Roxie’s heart jumped when Billy took a step towards her, and the thrill inside her gave a sharp tug. Their gazes locked, and she fought not to dissolve. His green eyes seemed so deep tonight. They were sharper and darker than she’d ever seen them before.
The noisy bar drifted away until it was just the two of them.
Before she knew it, he was standing right in front of her. Her hair fell back as she looked up into his face. She could smell the musky scent of his cologne, even through the heavy smoke in the bar, and it sparked memories inside her. Memories of intimacy. Physical and emotional.
She remembered being with him. She remembered it being the two of them against the world.
And she remembered it all falling apart.
The ache in her chest moved up to her throat.
“You found your family?” he asked quietly.
She nodded once and the sting was suddenly in her eyes. Four little words. Four little words and it messed her right up. He knew how much that meant to her. He knew what it was like to do without a family, to be looking for the other parts of yourself.
She’d thought that he’d been the other half of her once.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Part of it.”
She nodded towards the other two women who were still arguing with their men. “They’re my sisters. We’re identical triplets,” she said inanely.
Like that wasn’t obvious to anyone with eyes.
He brushed a curl away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “God help me. Three of you?”
His touch was too much. It sent a shiver across her skin but that wasn’t enough to make her pull away. “What are you doing here, Billy?”
The words came out more harshly than she intended.
She didn’t want him here. Her heart was racing, her nerves were singing, and she felt hot all over. This was purely adrenaline. It was a sign of danger. It was her body’s natural way of warning her that the situation was not good. It wasn’t a thrill or excitement or longing.
His green eyes narrowed. “Charlie invited me. I wasn’t going to let him down.”
Charlie. Of course he had, the traitor. She threw a look across the room at her old boss. He was watching them closely.
“Oh, come on, Roxie,” Skeeter said. “It’s Charlie’s retirement, and he wanted Billy here. All the important people in both your lives should be here.”
It wasn’t meant to be a dig, but that was the way she took it. She caught the sharp jab directly in her gut, but Billy felt it, too. The fingertips against her cheek went stiff.
The “important people” in their lives hadn’t always been around. In her case, most of them headed directly towards the door.
Although, technically in Billy’s case, she was the one who’d left.
A pissed-off look settled onto his face. It was subtle, but she knew all the signs. His eyebrows flattened out and a muscle near the corner of his mouth twitched. “Don’t worry,” he said roughly. “I’ll stay out of your hair. I’ll keep to Charlie’s side of the bar for the rest of the night.”
But then he stepped up to her.
His leather jacket brushed against the back of her knuckles, and their knees bumped.
He dipped his head and the tips of their noses touched. Some of the irritation left his face. “But know that I’m happy for you, too.”
His voice dropped to an intimate whisper. “For the bar, and for finding your sisters. God, Roxie. What that must have meant for you . . .”
His mouth settled across hers then. Firm, hot, and sexy.
The jolt went through her as it always did, but it hit her harder tonight. She hadn’t expected him to come. She hadn’t had enough time to prepare for him. For this. There were only so many barriers a girl could put up.
And he knew how much all of this meant to her—the acceptance, the inclusion, and the security.
He’d meant all that to her once. He’d meant even more than that.
He’d been her everything.
A whimper left the back of her throat.
The tip of his tongue slid over the seam of her lips, and she shuddered. Opening her mouth, she kissed him back. Their mouths sealed and that wick that joined the two of them began burning. Sizzling and sparking.
Sliding her hands underneath his jacket, she clutched at the muscles of his back. It wasn’t enough. Lifting her leg, she rubbed her knee against the outside of his thigh. He flinched a little at that move, but came roaring back at her. His hands settled on her hips and his fingers bit into her ass. He pulled her into him, and their bodies sealed tight.
Hoots went up, but they didn’t register.
Roxie’s head fell back as white-hot energy coursed through her. Colors swirled behind her eyelids, and tingles ran across her skin. Her hands had found their way under his T-shirt, and she raked her fingers across his taut muscles.
Oh, God. Nothing had changed.
Yet everything was different.
When taking the Myers-Briggs personality test in high school, Kimberly was rated as an INFJ (Introverted-Intuitive-Feeling-Judging). This result sent her into a panic, because there were no career paths recommended for the type. Fortunately, it turned out to be well-suited to a writing career. Since receiving that dismal outlook, Kimberly has become an award-winning author of romance and erotica. She has written for seven publishing houses, both domestic and international, and has recently focused her efforts on the exciting world of self-publishing. When not writing, she enjoys movies, sports, traveling, music, and sunshine. In her mind, a beach, some rock ‘n’ roll, and a good book make for a perfect day.
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