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El playboy
El sexy millonario Adam LeCroix tenía una misión: dar caza a la seductora y temperamental mujer a la que consideraba culpable de sus problemas, exigirle su ayuda y, de paso, vengarse. Maddie St. Clair iba a ayudarle, o de lo contrario…
La fiscal
La antigua fiscal Maddie St. Clair había estado a punto de trincar a Adam por robar un valiosísimo cuadro de Renoir, pero el muy desgraciado había conseguido librarse. Cinco años después, había vuelto y, con su acostumbrada arrogancia, le había dado un ultimátum: o trabajaba para él, o no volvería a trabajar nunca.
El problema
Para Maddie, las cosas estaban bien o estaban mal, Adam tenía muchos matices de gris. Pero él descubrió un cuerpo cálido bajo su aspecto de mujer dura, y ella averiguó que era un ladrón con un gran corazón… ¿Podrían una abogada con un elevado sentido de la justicia y un delincuente temerario dejar atrás su espinoso pasado?
“Esta es una historia clásica de enemigos y amantes, los dos son profundamente reacios a las relaciones […] divertida y satisfactoria tanto para los protagonistas como para el lector”.
The Washington Post
210 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 30, 2014
Cara Connelly writes love stories with sizzle and sass. Her books have won several awards, including Romance Writers of America’s prestigious Golden Heart, Valley Forge Romance Writers’ Sheila, and Music City Romance Writers’ Melody of Love. Her bestselling, award-winning Save the Date series features sexy heroes, smart-mouthed heroines, funny situations, exotic locations, and steamy romance, not necessarily in that order.
Cara used to work as an attorney and law professor, but now she devotes all her time to romance. She lives in upstate New York with her husband Billy, their magical rescue dog Bella, and their overly affectionate cat Millie.
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Madeline St. Clair might be tiny enough to fit in his pocket, but she had the grit of a two-hundred pound cage fighter.
And with everything hanging on it, everything balanced on the head of a pin, he dipped his head, took her lips. He held back this time, chained the animal within, and kissed her softly, licking inside, nipping lightly at her swollen lips.
She lay perfectly still, clutching the blanket, rigid with tension. And he sank deeper, still gentle, but his tongue wanted inside. She let it stroke her, let it learn the shape of her teeth.
His hand came up to cup her cheek. His thumb grazed her jaw, touched the corner of her mouth. Then pushed inside.
Vicky: I promise to walk with you through the light and the dark, the good times and the bad.
Maddie: Unless there are zombies, then you're on your own.

She was driving him mad. He wanted to shake her. Berate her. And God help him, he wanted to fuck her.
"She's shrimpy, but she's got a fuckload of attitude."
"Maddie. Darling."
That brought her head around. "I told you not to darling me!" And he had the stripes across his cheek to prove it.
"I'd like to oblige," he said, "but you are darling to me." He pushed a hand through his hair. "I wish it wasn't so. You're the last woman I'd imagined feeling this way about."
