
Total Exposure
Jordan’s Game, #1
by J.A. Huss
Publication date: January 16th
2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
BLURB
Not everyone needs a master.
Not everyone needs to really
live, either.
Some people are content to be a
participant in the game of life.
Others want to play for real.
If you want to play for real,
come to me, lovely.
I’ll give you that little push
you need.
I’ll open your mind, and your
world, and soul.
Lay you bare. Let you feel the
heat of my stare.
Take you places you’ve never been
before.
Your body is my chessboard,
sweets.
And if you give in to me, and you
play, you might even win.
It’s just… your prize might not
be what you went looking for.
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EXCERPT:
“What
the fuck are you wearing?” Jordan says, eyeing my leathers.
“What
every goddamned biker wears,” I snap. He’s wearing a goddamned suit that looks
like it costs as much as that car I left back at Rachel’s sister’s house.
“You
rode your bike down here?”
“Long.
Story.” I close my eyes to signal that I’m not in the mood to tell said story,
and he takes the hint. Because he knows me just as well as I know him. “Why the
hell am I here?”
He
stares at me. Looks me up and down. A whole scenario flashes in my mind in the
time it takes him to reach down to pick something up off his desk, where he
says, I found her.
Or, She found me.
Or, You wanna go to
dinner with us? Because we’ve got reservations at the Grant. And he
means her and him, as in the whole thing about us that made us an us in the
first place.
But
of course, he doesn’t say anything like that. He says, “Here’s the job,” waving
a large yellow envelope, handing it to me. “Everything’s in there. Just…” He
sighs and pinches the space between his eyes—stupid fucking Jordan gesture—like
I’m the one on his last nerve, and not the other way around. “Just do it, OK?
And be super fucking discreet. This is all anonymous. You do not show your
face. You do not make any sort of contact. It’s strictly surveillance. Got it?”
I
rip the envelope open and take a peek. Two keys, two bound stacks of
hundred-dollar bills, which should be twenty thousand dollars, and some
paperwork. “Is it legal?” I ask, taking out the stack of papers.
It’s
a dossier—female. Mid-twenties. Dark hair and gray eyes—for one Evangeline
Rolaine.
“Of
course it’s legal. Why does everybody always ask me that? I’m a goddamned
lawyer, everything I do is legal.”
“Yeah.”
I laugh, reading the woman’s short bio on the top page. “You’re a goddamned
lawyer, all right. Why does this name sound familiar?”
Jordan
eyes me, waiting to see if I’ll take that first comment any further, and
decides I won’t—and he’s right. Because after the morning I’ve had, I can’t
think of a single reason I need to rehash the past too. “She was famous once
upon a time.”
“Child
prodigy,” I say slowly, reading her bio at the same time. “Yeah, I remember
this chick. She was all over the TV when she was a kid.”
“Right.
And then she wasn’t. It’s your job to watch her. That’s it. Just watch her. You
got it?”
“Watch
her do what?” I ask, flipping through the pictures.
“Just…
everything. Nothing specific.”
“Why am I watching
her? Someone after her or something?”
“You
don’t need to know why. You just need to take that money, buy the fucking
equipment, go to that address, put up the fucking cameras, and then when she
gets there, you watch her.”
“So
I’m spying on her and she doesn’t know it?” My laugh is loud. Because… “That’s
some creepy shit, dude.”
Jordan
sucks in a breath of air. It’s cautious, that inhale. It’s long too. And it’s
filled with all the things that we left unsaid between us after college. “She
knows,” Jordan finally says. Carefully. Like he’s picking his way through a
minefield. “Just… just fucking do what I tell you. You’ve got a week to get set
up and then a few weeks of surveillance, tops. Then I’ll pay you.”
“I
don’t need the money, asshole. You know that’s not why I’m here.”
I
hear the unasked question. He hears it too. Then why are you here?
But
he knows why.
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Author Info
JA
Huss is the USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She
likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle
with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA
loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and
the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
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