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That’s it for the Tapped Out series…for now.
If you liked the romantic suspense stories we told here, turn the page to find out more about our duet, Smoke & Glass.
Thanks for reading KNOCKOUT. If you like romantic suspense, you may want to check out our Smoke & Glass duet.
I used to be a good girl until I risked everything in our seductive game of cat and mouse…and he caught me in his glass prison. And worst of all, he made me want him.
Find out about OBSESSION here!
Obsession. Possession. Murder.
I grew up as the illegitimate son on the wrong side of the tracks. Until an angel I could never repay helped me climb to the top.
My new assistant, Grace Copeland, is determined to bring me down. She thinks I don't know about her lies and the risks she's taking, but I've been watching all this time.
Watching her.
Soon she’ll realize that being on top is where I belong—and where she’ll beg me to be.
Author’s Note: Obsession is part one of the Smoke and Glass romantic suspense duet and was previously published as The Boss serial novellas 1-3 in 2015. It ends on a cliffhanger with a happily ever after to come in Possession, part two of the Smoke and Glass duet.
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Obsession
Don’t lose your cool.
I took a deep breath and opened the immense glass door. Carson Covenant Inc. was etched into the milky opaque glass. I glanced back at the street and paused. Huh. A crystal clear view. I stepped back onto the busy Boston sidewalk. A domed vestibule in the opaque glass was a v
ery effective privacy shield.
Was he showing off?
Or was he hiding?
Atlantic Avenue, right near the Boston Harbor, was alive with pedestrians and tourists, as well as a backlog of cab drivers picking up and dropping off at the Intercontinental Hotel next door. It was madness, but as the door closed behind me, there was no sound.
It was a soundless box.
I had an immediate urge to back up and get out. There was no reason to feel claustrophobic about it, and yet there it was.
Not a streak, heck, not even a fingerprint seemed to stick to the glossy surface.
Interesting.
Was it always this milky tone? Or could it be colored? My fingers itched to get some of the fascinating glass into a copper casing. I shook my head. No, Grace Copeland, you do not want the enemy’s glass on your worktable.
I didn’t.
