Title: When He’s Bad
Series: Walker Security: Adrian’s Trilogy #2
Author: Lisa Renee Jones
Release Date: December 15, 2020
ABOUT WHEN HE’S BAD
The second book in a Walker Security trilogy featuring Adrian Mack…
He was dirty. That’s how Priscilla met him. She was all about just how dirty he was and, in fact, had to be. Now, he’s just plain bad. When you cross a man like Adrian Mack, you find out just how bad he can be. Priscilla started out as an enemy, became a lover, and now, she is his obsession.
Lies. Secrets. Enemies that appear they are friends. The passion and danger just won’t stop coming.
BUY WHEN HE’S BAD
5 Star Read!
Where is book three??? I need it stat lol.
When He’s Bad was thrilling and oh so good! I was hooked to these pages and could not stop! I even stayed up until 4am with no regrets.
Adrian and Pri just sizzle the pages! Their struggles and strife just make them destined to be. The chemistry was already off the charts, but this books makes them an inferno!
The action and drama will have you turning the pages as fast as you can because you have to know what will happen next! Out of the Walker Security, Adrian has become a new obsession for me ❤ #BookRec2020
He captures my hand and his eyes meet mine again, a punch of emotion between us. “Pri,” he murmurs. “There are so many things you need to know.”
“And you’ll tell when the time is right. And I’ll prove to you that I’m not fair-weathered. I’m not in this, any of this, most certainly, not us, because it’s easy. But it is right and I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m not going to tell you that you’re wrong. I don’t think I have it in me to let you go.”
“Good,” I say, relieved that the tug of war is over. No more promises of hate. No more foreboding goodbyes. “Finally,” I add. “And right now, I just really want to be with you. To be with us.” I shove him backward onto the mattress, climbing on top of him, straddling him. “Don’t let them win,” I say, my hands on his chest, the thick ridge of his erection pressed to the hot spot between my thighs. “Don’t let them make you believe you’re like them. You’re not.”
He rolls me over, his leg sliding between mine, his big body pressed to mine, his elbow by my side, holding up his upper body. “I could say a lot of things right now.”
“Should I say them for you? You’re bad. Too bad. So very bad.”
“No,” he says softly. “I’m not going to say those things anymore. You know. You don’t care.”
“Now you’re starting to understand.” My fingers curl on his jaw. “But just in case you decide to go down that rabbit hole again, I’m alone in a sea of sharks. Do you think you’ll save me by walking away?”
His eyes darken, lashes lowering once more as he murmurs, “What are you doing to me, woman?” and then his mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue stroking long, deep, slow.
He lets me taste his anguish, pain, self-hatred. But there’s more. There’s his unyielding need for me and us. There is our unexplainable, impossible-to-deny bond. A bond it seems created in blood.
The kiss transforms and becomes another. And this kiss, this kiss is passion, so much passion, and tenderness. We savor each other, this time that somehow feels as if it’s all the time we have, despite every promise we’ve made that there will be more, so much more.