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Private Lies

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Feb 21, 2013
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Sex. Lies. It’s all in a day’s work for a private investigator.

Jax Monroe is ready to swear off both sex and men forever after she catches her husband cheating. Then she meets the new hot bartender Shane Reynolds and the only thing she can think about is sex with him.

Why not have a little fun? After all, she deserves it, and Shane proves he can provide what she needs. Only Jax doesn’t realize something. Shane the sexy barman is far more than just the stud he appears to be.

Éditeur:
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Feb 21, 2013
ISBN:
9781301782727
Format:
Livre

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New York Times & USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author Cat Johnson. Sign up at catjohnson.net/news to get new release and sale alerts.


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Private Lies - Cat Johnson

PRIVATE LIES

Cat Johnson

Sex. Lies. It’s all in a day’s work for a private investigator.

Jax Monroe is ready to swear off both sex and men forever after she catches her husband cheating. Then she meets the new hot bartender Shane Reynolds and the only thing she can think about is sex with him.

Why not have a little fun? After all, she deserves it, and Shane proves he can provide what she needs. Only Jax doesn’t realize something. Shane the sexy barman is far more than just the stud he appears to be.

PRIVATE LIES

Cat Johnson

Copyright 2013 by CAT JOHNSON

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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Prologue

The depth of Giovanni’s cries spoke his passion.

That didn’t surprise Jacqueline Monroe Scarpelli one bit. Her husband Gio was a passionate man. Sultry, foreign, vibrant, and the most brilliant painter she’d ever seen. His artist’s temperament made him ardent and sensitive, but also sometimes moody and reclusive. Though he’d never stay that way long and would make it up to her in the most incredible and inventive, toe-curling ways.

Jax closed her eyes to fully absorb each and every vocal nuance, recognizing as the volume rose, the resonance that signaled Gio’s impending orgasm.

She should be familiar with the growing crescendo. In their ten-month marriage, and during their short three-month courtship before eloping, she had experienced the symphony of his lovemaking more times than she could count. His progression from the words of love whispered in heavily accented English, which grew into shouts in Italian that she couldn’t understand but still knew instinctively their meaning.

Mouth dry, Jax’s stomach tensed and her heart rate sped in reaction to Gio’s lovemaking.

This time, however, was different than all the others. Very different.

Tonight, Jax stood outside of Gio’s art studio, and the feminine cries of pleasure answering Gio’s inside were not hers.

Hand frozen on the doorknob, Jax listened to her husband skillfully screwing another woman while he thought Jax was still at a Junior League meeting. It was obvious to Jax that she was the one being screwed here, and not in a good way. But the main thought dominating her spinning brain, more than anger, hurt, or jealousy, was this—her mother had been right and she would likely never, ever let Jax forget it.

Jax pulled her hand back from the knob. Hearing her husband’s affair was bad enough; there was no way she wanted to see it too. Considering what to do next, Jax ran all ten manicured fingers through her straight, perfectly cut and highlighted blond hair and tried to think. Tiptoeing her designer, kitten-heeled, alligator slides away from the door, Jax pulled her cell phone out of this season’s hottest new bag and reluctantly dialed the number of the one man who could help her.

When he answered, she whispered, Daddy? I need your help.

Chapter One

I can’t believe what Gio did to you. You poor thing.

Kitty VanSmoot McIntyre shook her head.

Jax groaned. Can we change the subject? I don’t think I can talk about this anymore.

Besides having Kitty call her a poor thing, which she hated beyond measure, Jax had already gotten more than an earful of I told you so from her mother regarding the Gio situation.

I totally understand. We’ll go shopping soon and take your mind off him.

Uh, sure. Shopping? That was supposed to cure her?

Kitty accepted her Dirty Martini poured up with extra olives from the server with a sly smile. Once the black and white clad, tall, dark, and Latin waiter was out of earshot, Kitty glanced over her shoulder to make sure her husband was still outside and couldn’t hear, then leaned in.

Mmm mmm. I bet his tamales are hot.

Seekie Harrington Smith watched the waiter walk away while she sucked on the stirrer from her vodka and club soda with a lime. I, for one, can tell you that his tamale, Seekie held up and wiggled her pinky finger, is not so impressive.

Jax opened her eyes wide. Seekie’s husband wasn’t even outside. He was just feet from them, deeply involved in a conversation about his golf swing with a married female member whose breasts were more exposed than not.

Was Jax the only married person left on earth who didn’t cheat on their spouse?

Glancing around the club’s cocktail lounge, Seekie continued, Now, the new bartender over there…

The unfinished but very suggestive sentence hung in the air.

Jax felt herself unable to avoid looked at the well-built, dark-haired man in question, right along with her shameless and apparently not so faithfully married childhood friends. Admittedly, he was mouthwateringly hot as he moved smoothly behind the bar. Jax bet he’d be smooth at doing lots of things.

She yanked her gaze away the moment she realized that the three of them had swiveled their heads to stare at him as one, like a team of synchronized swimmers, just as the bartender glanced in their direction.

Great. One drink with her friends and they were right back to acting like they were all boy crazy teens again. Jax had memories of sitting around the pool thirteen years ago as she, Kitty, and Seekie ogled the lifeguards

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