He's forbidden in every meaning of the word.
But is that enough to keep him away?
It all started in Vegas.
Now, I know what you're thinking... What happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in the city of sin.
Normally, I'd be inclined to agree.
Until Lincoln Moore walks into my life.
On paper, we mix as well as oil and water.
He's confident. Commanding. Successful.
Master of his universe.
I'm a hot mess, barely holding on as I struggle to balance my job, finally finishing college, and keeping my mother sober.
But when the lights go out, nothing else matters.
Until I learn the truth of who Lincoln Moore actually is.
Sure, I probably should have put the pieces together sooner, but our time together hasn't exactly been filled with riveting philosophical discussions about the meaning of life, if you know what I mean.
That still doesn't diminish the fact he could lose everything by being with me.
But is that enough to keep us apart? Or is what we have worth the risk?
There's only one way to find out.
Let the games begin...
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Praise for Wicked Games
"Heart-wrenching, tear-causing, swoon-worthy, breath-taking. You will smile, you will laugh, you will swoon, you will hold your breath, and you will skip pages so you don't have to witness heartbreak. This is an outstanding piece of literature... not JUST a romance novel." ~ Amazon Reviewer
"You'll laugh, swoon & cheer for this couple! Oh, and grab a fan. It's a hot one!" ~USA Today Bestselling Author J.H. Croix
"Hello book slump, meet T.K. Leigh's newest Wicked Games. Let's just say I am now officially out of my book slump, but am in straight hangover mode." ~ Goodreads Reviewer
"Swoony hero. Tenacious heroine. A little bit of angst and a whole lot of heat. Wicked Games is a must read!" ~ Hey Girl HEA
"Be prepared for off-the-chart chemistry and several panty changes! Chloe and Lincoln were hot from the start and definitely delivered some of the hottest scenes I have read in a while!" ~ Words We Love By
"What a great story of life and love." ~ Amazon Reviewer
"A riveting tale of forbidden love." ~ Wicked Tales of Racy Reads
"Not only was the story full of steamy scenes with all the tingles, it also had heart and passion and laughs and many smile-worthy moments.: ~ Amazon Reviewer
"I love T.K. Leigh's books, but this one is now my favorite. It has all the feels. I was laughing, feeling tender, sweet moments, mad as crap, and snot-nosed crying." ~ Amazon Reviewer
"What a great book with a beautiful lesson inside!" ~ Amazon Reviewer
"Wow, wow, wow! Amazing, exciting, seductive, flirty story." ~ Amazon Reviewer
"A great story with lovable and sympathetic characters that hit you with all the emotions." ~ Amazon Reviewer
"I was once again blown away with this story from start to finish." ~ Amazon Reviewer
"This Author writes wonderfully flawed characters that really make you feel the full spectrum of emotions." ~ Read It Review It Book Blog
“You wouldn’t know where my panties are, would you?”
“Why? Have they gone missing?” he asks in faux surprise.
“Indeed.” My hands rest of the lapels of his jacket, able to make out the defined muscles even through the few layers of clothes.
“Hmm. It’s quite the mystery, isn’t it? We should open an investigation into the matter.”
I shake my head, inching my lips closer to his. It doesn’t matter how many kisses he showered me with over the past twelve hours. I still need one more.
I have a feeling I’ll always need one more.
“That’s unnecessary. I already have a suspect in mind.”
He playfully arches a single brow. “Is that right?”
He palms my lower back, yanking me hard and fast into his body. “And who is this panty thief?”
“You,” I breathe.
“I can’t. Not yet. But it fits your M.O. You do have a track record of stealing my panties and using them as a bargaining chip.”
His lips feather against mine. “You know what they say, don’t you?”
“What’s that?” My husky voice is unrecognizable. I suppose that’s the Lincoln Moore effect. He has me acting like a completely different woman.
Or maybe being with him allows me to be myself for a change.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” His lips move from mine, trailing hot kisses along my jawline, settling in that spot where my neck meets my shoulders. He nibbles as I throw my head back, allowing him to push me against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The chill of the January air on the other side of the pane tempers the heat coiling in my veins.
“And what had you desperate enough to steal my panties?”
“It worked last time, didn’t it?” His gaze locks with mine, his smile revealing the devil hiding beneath the tweed jacket. “I had to make sure you came…” He smirks, then finishes, “back.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him to me. “I knew I could get you to admit you took them.”