The Justiss Alliance #3
By: Tina Wainscott/Jaime Rush
Releasing: Nov 4th, 2014
The courageous men of USA Today bestselling author Tina Wainscott’s Justiss Alliance series never give up and never make a promise they can’t live up to—especially when love is on the line.
When Jennessy Shaw’s boyfriend dumps her right before their vacation to a hedonistic Caribbean resort, she goes without him to explore her wild side. Throwing caution to the wind, she propositions Saxby—only to suffer his gentle rejection.
When she wakes in Saxby’s room with no memory of the night before, Jennessy discovers his real purpose: to sniff out an operation where women like her are drugged and prostituted to resort guests. She goes from victim to his investigative partner . . . but getting too close to the sexier-than-sin Saxby may be her wildest move yet.
“Tina Wainscott delivers high-octane suspense and red-hot romance! Full of edge-of-your-seat action and red-hot passion, Wild on You is a souped-up roller coaster of a page-turner.”—Julie Ann Walker, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Black Knights Inc. series
“Bad boys breaking rules and hearts and dishing up justice—Tina Wainscott nails it!”—New York Times bestselling author Cindy Gerard
USA Today bestselling author Tina Wainscott has always loved the combination of romance and suspense, because nothing complements falling in love better than being hunted down. The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, Wainscott creates characters with baggage, past hurts, and vulnerabilities. They go through hell, find love, and, at the end, find peace in who they are and everything they’ve gone through. And isn’t that what everyone wants?
“You sure didn’t ‘love me ’til you die’ when you were ‘salving’ your injured-football-star ego by sticking your dick in every receptacle you could find . . . Well, that’s how your roommate said it.” She slid past him to the window seat next to his, pushing her purse beneath the seat and jamming a novel into the pocket in front of her.
Sax sat back down, trying to appear as though he weren’t listening. Please, don’t start crying. I can’t take a woman crying, especially over some cheating asshat.
“As a matter of fact, yes, I am still going. Remember how I suggested we explore our wild side to spice up our relationship?” Her mouth turned up in a sassy, smack-him-in-the-gut grin. “Well, I’m taking my own advice. Without you. With my room on the Wild side. Have a nice life, Lane.” She turned off her phone and sat back with a huff. Nope, she wasn’t going to cry.
Sax turned to the scantily clad steward who gave him a polite smile. No sign of the spark he usually garnered from a female. Dayum, being Mr. Boring was hard to get used to. Definitely an ego killer. He nodded for his seatmate to order first.
“God, yes,” she said. “What do you have?”
“Beer, wine, and our famous Decadence rum punch.”
“Punch me, please.”
“Make it two,” Sax said. He started to turn toward his seatmate but stopped. Don’t talk to her. Be like Knox, who would be sitting here sinking into his own dark thoughts.
The steward brought their drinks as the pilot announced they were readying the plane for takeoff.
His neighbor drained about half her drink in one long pull. Images of rubbing all that tension out of her shoulders as she let out groans of pleasure floated through his mind, that soft-looking hair tickling his arms . . . screech—the sound of tires grinding to a halt shoved the image out of his brain. Forget that.
The plane taxied down the runway, then lifted off. Sax didn’t catch himself in time to stop from glancing at the woman next to him. She’d finished her drink. He handed her his with a smile. “I think you need this more than I do. I haven’t touched it.”
She was about to politely refuse, but that impish smile turned up the corners of her mouth. “You’re right, thanks. I guess you heard all that”—she rolled her eyes—“drama.”
Sax gestured for her to give him the empty glass. He felt the frames of his glasses slide down his nose and, per Vivi’s instructions, shoved them back with his forefinger to the bridge in a graceless gesture. “Yeah, that sucks,” he said, forcing himself to focus on his investment magazine.
She took a sip of her drink. “I almost backed out. When I wanted to explore my wild side, I thought I’d be doing it in a safe way, you know? With the guy I’ve been dating since our junior year of high school. But the room is paid for, and the flights are nonrefundable.” She flashed the intriguing smile that showed off perfect white teeth. “I decided to go anyway.”
“Good for you. I say it’s his loss.” He looked up toward the cabin ceiling. You gotta be frickin’ kidding me. Who up there is laughing his ass off right now? Fate, karma, cruel trickster, putting a woman who could use some self-esteem boosting right next to me. He loved nothing more than to treat a woman to a weekend of adoration and pampering so that she forgot what’s-his-face and regained her joie de vivre. Of course, he always made it clear that it was only for a weekend or however long he was in town.
Back off, boy. You’re on the job. Then he remembered what she was seeing when she looked at him. No worries that she’d be interested in him anyway. “Just watch your drink while you’re there, ’kay?” He turned back to his magazine.