New extract: All or Nothing, a bad boy erotic romance by PJ Adams

Cassandra Dane has issues with Denny McGowan. He’s lied to her, he’s set her up, he’s abandoned her when the chips are down. But worst of all, he’s stolen her heart.

It should just be a simple matter of trying to work out whether she can ever trust a man like Denny. But there’s still unfinished business to deal with involving Denny’s murderous ex-business partner, and Cassie’s father, freshly out of jail. Pretty soon matters of the heart become matters of life and death, as the gunmen close in and Cassie has some tough choices to make.

And foremost among these: just how many chances do you give a guy like Denny McGowan?

All or Nothing: the explosive climax to bestselling erotic romance author PJ Adams’ Winner Takes All three-part serial novel. (The first two volumes in this serial are Trading Down and Bad Company.)

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Excerpt

Outside, Cassie paused on the wooden deck. Steps led down to the parking lot, but now she touched Denny on the arm to slow him down.

Deep breath. The air had such a bite to it! She’d forgotten how it got here in the winter.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” she said, and now she had his full attention. “I know we’re right in the heat of the moment here and we’re going to maybe pull over in some trees or maybe get all the way back to Saco Cabins and it’ll be all about hungry, desperate need, but that’s just now, you understand? That’s just something we’ve got to do. But then, after that… it’s not going to be easy, Denny. You lied to me. You left me. And I don’t know how I’m ever going to trust you even half as much as I need you. You understand that?”

He nodded.

“You’ve got to win me all over again, Denny McGowan. You think you can do that?”

He took a single step closer, reached up, put a hand to her cheek – that soft, delicate touch again!

His lips were firm, pressing, but he was holding back, bottling up that animal need that was bubbling away inside them both.

“I do,” he said. “I don’t want anything else.”

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She climbed into the station wagon and Denny into the Lexus. They backed out of their spaces and he tucked in behind her on the highway, synchronized like geese flying in formation.

She felt good. She felt excited. And God but she felt hot!

She glanced in the rearview mirror and he was still there. She couldn’t see where his eyes were fixed, but she liked the thought that they were fixed on the back of her head while his mind was probably fixed on some other part of her body entirely.

She squeezed her thighs together, flexing the muscles, enjoying that tightening.

How had he managed to turn her on so much over coffee?

She glanced at the mirror again and the Lexus wasn’t there.

She slammed on the brakes and came to a halt in the roadside dirt. Twisting, she looked back along the highway and saw – some distance back – a blue sedan pulled over, the Lexus behind it.

Someone had forced him off the highway!

She hit reverse and accelerated, wheels spinning. A tug of the wheel and the station wagon slewed round one-eighty until she was facing back the way she’d come.

Two guys, at the Lexus driver’s door, reaching in, hauling Denny out.

Al and Luis. It must be Brady Lowe’s two henchmen.

Had they tapped Sally’s phone? Had they been watching Cassie, confident that she’d hook up with Denny again before long?

She hit the gas again, back on the highway.

As she came close, the two men looked up, and then they bundled Denny into the back of their car.

She hadn’t thought any further than this. She’d just acted on impulse, driven back to Denny’s rescue.

But now: the blue sedan loomed close, Luis pinning Denny down in the back while Al scurried round to the driver’s seat.

Hit it full-on and what would happen? Would Denny be okay? Would she?

She swerved at the last moment and the tail of the station wagon clipped the front wing with a sickening crunch of metal. She lost grip on the steering wheel and lurched forward, and in that instant realized she hadn’t strapped herself in. The station wagon skidded sideways and then there was a loud bang and she was knocked back in her seat as the airbag inflated.

The wind knocked out of her, she sat there, frozen and stunned. It was as if she’d forgotten how to drag air back into her lungs, as if they’d just stopped working. Her vision darkened and she thought she was going to pass out, then she gasped, sucked, and air filled her lungs.

She started to cough, the air filled with powder and a smoky smell from the airbag. She pushed the door open, pushed at the airbag so she could wriggle sideways and then she tumbled out into the dirt.

Her breath sore and ragged, she could breathe now, and she gasped and sobbed until her breathing started to calm itself.

Her mind had blanked. Everything gone apart from that desperate need for air.

Now it all came back.

On her hands and knees she peered back across the highway and the black Lexus convertible was sitting there, driver’s door half-open, engine running, empty.

There was no sign of the blue sedan. No sign of Denny, or Al and Luis.

Gone.

(continues…)

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