Title: Unfiltered & Unlawful
Author: Payge Galvin & Ronnie Douglas
Series: Unfiltered #1
Genre: Adult Romance
Expected Publication: January 15, 2013
After a night-shift shooting of a drug dealer in The Coffee Cave, thirteen strangers each walk out with more than $100,000 in dirty money, a pact never to meet again, and the chance to start over …
Until that night, Sasha "Sugar" Kovac spent her days selling coffee to the co-eds at ASU Rio Verde and her nights trying not to run back to her ex…or join the throngs of girls lusting after her friend, Adam.
But why should Sugar give in to the Harley-riding tattoo artist when his longest relationships haven't lasted more than a weekend?
Sugar's life takes a turn for the dangerous when someone comes looking for the people connected to the Cave shooting and the cash they split. To protect herself and those she cares about, Sugar has to get out of town --and fast. When Adam insists on coming with her, Sugar finds herself holed up in a tiny house with a hot man, a stash of cash, and a lot of secrets.
Can Sugar protect both her life and her heart when temptation is so close? Or is the past she's fled going to catch up with her?
"A full-throttle read that's dangerously sexy and exciting. I can't wait to see what happens next!" -- Jeaniene Frost, NY Times bestselling author of the Night Huntress Series
Chapter 1
First there was
sex, and then came death. I just had no idea that the two were so tangled
together until everything fell apart so spectacularly. I was at work at The Coffee Cave on Saturday
night trying to ignore thoughts of the sex I couldn’t have—and consequently
craved even more than the drugs that I used to need more than my next gasp of
air.
I’d been off the
poison for going on five months and away from my ex, Tommy, for the same time.
The difference was that I still slipped up on the sex-with-Tommy front. It was
stupid, but I wasn’t ready to let go of the way we were without words or
clothes between us. Neither was
Tommy. If we had let go of the lingering threads of our two-year relationship,
I’d be all over the beautiful tattoo artist who was smiling at me as I started
a fresh pot of his favorite coffee.
Adam was the
fantasy, the man I pictured when I allowed myself to dream of the happily ever
after I’d never get. I settled for
calling him my friend, and being the eager recipient of his smiles and
confidences.
“You know I’ll
drink whatever you have brewed,” Adam said, his deep blue eyes crinkling at the
corners .
“And you know
you’re happy that I make the coffee you actually prefer.” I grinned at
him. I wasn’t flirting. I tried my
damnedest not to do that with him. I was pretty sure that I was the only woman
in Rio Verde who tried not to flirt
with him.
Adam Bradbery was
six feet of taut muscle and gorgeous ink. With his smoothly-shaved head and
five o’clock shadow, he was the kind of guy who had nothing but bad habits, but
he was actually a bit of a food purist. He made me want to give up more of my
lingering bad habits. I’d already given up cocaine because of the conversations
we’d had.
Adam flashed me
another perfect smile and said, “Thanks. I do prefer the organic Kona. Shade
grown, toxin free. It’s better for you.”
“Uh huh. I’ve
heard the speeches a few times already, Adam. Toxins are bad; organic is
good.” I smiled at him though. I didn’t
mind his speeches even a little. I didn’t mind anything about Adam. He was my
ideal for what I wanted if I ever had a normal relationship: strong, smart,
healthy, and sexy.
His was the kind
of build that made women sigh and men pause. Adam looked intimidating even in
his most gentle moods. He had the sheer size that often meant that he didn’t need
to raise a fist to stop a fight. He had
no fat anywhere on him. Adam was all
muscle, and his spa-perfect skin was liberally decorated with tattoos. Even out in the desert sun, his art still
looked crisp. The man knew how to take care of his body, and it showed. He was a bit intense about his health. No
drugs. No cigarettes. He lived on an organic diet. He was also committed to meditation and a rigorous work-out schedule of
boxing, weightlifting, and running.
Somehow, Adam managed to be bad-ass and supremely healthy all at
once. He drank a little, but his only
true vice was indulging in naked relationships with far too many of the ink
bunnies who loitered in his path. Sex
was Adam’s one big weakness. It was easy
to see why. Looking at him for longer than a minute was enough to make me
consider taking a turn in his line of all-too-willing partners.
Unfortunately,
Adam was also Tommy’s cousin, so Adam and I were firmly in the friend
zone. There were perks to being his
friend, of course. We had conversations, lunches, shared a drink after work
most weeks. Being the only girl in his life that was around for more than a
night was the biggest perk. I knew that the rest of the girls were fleeting,
but I was a part of his life—and it would stay that way as long as we didn’t
fall into bed.
I still looked. A lot. Whenever I had an excuse, like
right now, I let my gaze roam where my hands and lips couldn’t. I dreamed of him, and I fantasized about what
life would be like if I wasn’t such a mess and he was willing to do
commitments. That was all it could be:
dreams and fantasies.
As I tried to keep
my thoughts from my expression, Adam repeated his regular question of late: “When
are you coming by Sinners to finish the piece?”
I shrugged as I
stacked clean mugs on the counter. I
glanced around the shop at the two drunk girls who seemed to be having a heated
conversation in a low voice, the customers studying or staring at their
laptops, and my co-worker Cass who was staring at Dillon, the hot musician
singing to the motley crowd. There were
no distractions to save me from the conversation.
It wasn’t that I
didn’t want to get my tattoo done,
but I had my reasons for putting it off. “Not sure,” I muttered.
“I’ll be at The
Tiger tonight if you want to look at your schedule with me,” he offered.
I nodded, glancing
again at one of the drunk girls who looked like she was going to spew at any
minute. Cass was glaring at the girls as
if willpower alone would prevent vomit.
The only thing keeping her from getting rude was the way Dillon’s voice
kept distracting her. He was like that: the voice of either an angel or a
devil.
“I don’t know,” I
told Adam, who was standing with his hands on the counter and his gaze on me.
The truth was that
I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing him tonight, especially at the local dive
bar. He never picked up his fling of the moment in front of me anymore, but
sometimes I thought that only made it harder to remind myself that he was off
limits. My eyes traced over the light
gleam of sweat of his tattooed biceps and the way the torn black t-shirt clung
to his chest and abs. Every inch of his body was so lickably gorgeous that it
was hard not to sigh. Adam was built to be sighed over. The shaved head, bright blue eyes, and
sculpted muscles combined to make him damn near irresistible. I had resisted though. Even though I was
single again, I resisted. He was a friend when I’d been in desperate need of a
shoulder, even bringing me soup when I was sick and alone one weekend. Despite his revolving bedroom door, Adam was
definitely one of the good guys.
That didn’t mean
he wasn’t dangerous. I’d seen him throw down in more than a couple fights.
Being a tattooist sometimes meant dealing with an unsavory crowd. Being Tommy’s
cousin often meant dealing with a bad element.
Adam handled the worst of them like an off-duty MMA fighter . . . which
made him risky in a whole different way for me. I liked men who could handle
themselves in a brawl. Hell, I liked
everything about him.
I quickly looked
down at a burn mark on the counter before my staring was too obvious. I wished
my hair wasn’t all pulled back in a braid. It was harder to hide my face
without my hair to use as a shield. I
wasn’t going to ruin our friendship—or Adam’s relationship with Tommy—by thinking
about Adam’s perfect mouth or his obscenely muscular body. Okay, I wasn’t going
to ruin it by letting him know I
thought about it. I couldn’t really stop thinking
about him, not entirely. I’d tried.
“As soon as I
can,” I said. “I promise. I want to get my tattoo finished. I just can’t right
now.”
I didn’t tell him
why. I knew he thought it was about money, and I let him think that. It wasn’t like I had much money to
spare. I would for this, but that wasn’t
the real problem. The tattoo I’d started in January—a series of cherry blossoms
and branches that spanned my right side and would eventually stretch under my
right breast and ease along my hip—was something I’d wanted for years, but we’d
reached the part of the piece that was on my chest, and I couldn’t handle being
stretched out topless on Adam’s table while his beautiful hands held me in
place. It was difficult enough when he
was working on my side and back. The one
session we’d had where he’d started the outline on my chest had sent me running
out the door.
Friends. Friends was good. Friends meant
I couldn’t allow myself the tremors I felt when his eyes and hands were all
about me.
A banging noise in
the back drew my attention. I didn’t even want to ask who was having sex in the
bathroom again. I knew we were a bit of a dive, but really? Sex in the coffee
shop bathroom? It was vulgar.
“We can work
something out, Sasha,” Adam suggested, once more pulling my attention to him.
“Not right now.” I
loved the way he said my real name. No one else used it. Everyone had started calling me Sugar since I
took up with Tommy a couple years ago. He had introduced me as Sugar Sweet when
I met people, and they mostly figured it was what I wanted to be called. So,
Sugar became my name. It was even what I called myself. Adam refused to use it. To him, and him
alone, I was still Sasha.
He gave me a
strange look that I couldn’t read. On someone else, I’d have said it was
jealousy, but Adam and I weren’t like that.
We were friends.
“Are you back with
Tommy?” he asked.
I shook my
head. My New Year’s Resolution this year
was to get my shit together. Tommy
wasn’t willing to do the same, so we split up. Most of the time we even stayed
split up. Not all the time though. Staying
clear of drugs was easier than staying away from Tommy.
“I’m not with
anyone,” I told Adam. I met his eyes as I added, “I’m not back on the shit
either. Five months.”
Adam nodded. “Just
asking. I know it’s hard, and you’ve been doing great.” He paused and gave me a
proud look. “You’re strong enough to do anything you want, Sash. Tommy’s good
people, but you don’t need mixed up in the shit he sells.”
I caught Cass
watching us then. She was always quick
to suggest I should work out my issues with Tommy by overdosing on the
lusciousness that was Adam. She didn’t
understand that I didn’t want to throw Adam’s friendship away over a few days
of sex, and even if I did want to, I couldn’t see Adam doing that to Tommy.
Seeing Cass made all of my arguments to her rise up in my mind. It helped.
“I’ll call you
soon. Promise,” I told Adam.
He paid for his
coffee—black, no sugar or cream, nothing fancy other than the beans themselves—and
then dropped a ten-dollar bill onto the counter. Before he turned away he added, “You don’t
have to avoid me because you’re too stubborn to let me do your art on credit,
you know?”
“Sinners Ink
doesn’t accept credit,” I reminded him.
“The shop doesn’t, but I would for you,
Sasha.” He looked at me with the same smoldering gaze that made all the ink
bunnies drop to their knees if he gave them half a chance.
“I don’t need credit.”
“The option’s on
the table if you change your mind. If you aren’t coming by for art, we can
still grab a drink or whatever.”
“I’m sure you’ve
been busy, and I don’t want to get in the way of your social life,” I
said. He was a great friend, and I
didn’t want to screw it up by hanging around all the time like I was one of the
ink groupies or the girl who chases away all his hook-ups.
“You’re never in
the way,” he said. He shook his head, turned, and left.
I watched him go,
wishing things were different. He was beautiful, sweet, and covered with the
kind of tattoos that made clothing seem like a crime. For as long as I’d known
him, he was also with a different girl every week, and he wouldn’t poach
Tommy’s territory even if I ever admitted that I wanted poached. There was no way anything could happen with Adam.
Not now. Not ever. Neither of us was looking for a relationship. He screwed ink bunnies, and I still made late
night visits to Tommy more often than I should. I just needed to keep some space while I got
my head around the fact that he was off limits.
Our last few tattoo sessions had made that detail absurdly hard to
remember. The man was gifted with his hands even when he was just doing his
job. It was embarrassing how close I’d
come to whimpering simply by being tattooed by him.
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About the Authors
PAYGE GALVIN has always wanted to be a writer. She also loves
spending time with her friends, so after a few cosmos at the pool with her
friends, the idea for UNFILTERED was born. Together the group wrote
thirteen books about thirteen strangers who share a dark secret…and who all
want to find love (because, really, who doesn't?).
VERONICA DOUGLAS has a
weakness for trying new things. Some of those have been rather unwise (going
for a Harley ride in the rain while wearing nothing but a bikini and boots) and
some have been much wiser (writing a book series with thirteen friends). But
it’s all been a lot of fun.
You can follow Payge on Twitter at @PaygeGalvin
or Ronnie at @ronnieadouglas, or keep up with all the latest news on the
Unfiltered series at www.unfilteredbooks.com.
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