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Cynical CEO, Nik Masterton, believes he’s finally met a woman who isn’t interested in his money…until she vanishes with a hefty amount of it. He’s been searching for her ever since and has finally found her doing a stint in Holloway prison for stealing…from someone else. Clearly, he’s just one of many. Now she’s coming out, and it’s time for a little payback.
After two years in prison, Summer Delaney is determined she’s never going back. While she had good reasons for doing what she did, it’s time to move on to a new life and earn an honest living. Unfortunately, there’s a glitch in her plan, and he’s waiting at the gate as she comes out.
Nik isn’t above using blackmail to make Summer work for him until he decides just how he’ll get his revenge. But this time they’re both determined to keep their distance. Right until the inconvenient attraction explodes between them…
“I loved Summer and Nik together! Nik is seriously a dreamboat!” -Eva, Indecisive Opinions
“If you’re looking for a quick, sexy fix, then Blackmailing the Bad Girl ticks those boxes and, for that reason, Nina Croft is one of my go to authors.” -Nicola A., NetGalley
“A smart, sexy, sensational read!” -Isha C., Goodreads
“The sizzling chemistry made this a novel that I just couldn’t put down. This is a must read for fans of the genre. The author is on my must read authors’ list!” -Linda Q., Goodreads
“If you are looking for a great summer read I recommend you read this excellent book!” -Chanda N., NetGalley
“Hot and spicy!” -Lori B., Goodreads
“I found the storyline fun, fresh, and unique and while it had it’s fair share of steamy sexy times there was much more to the story. A book not to be missed. I highly recommend it!” -Bette H., NetGalley
“This book makes me want to be a bad girl!!” -Kaye, Goodreads
He was quite the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. All hard masculine lines, tousled blond hair reaching to his shoulders—she remembered holding his head, her fingers gripping the silky strands of his hair while he…
Don’t go there, Summer.
This was a one-off, never-to-be-repeated experience. She couldn’t risk lowering her guard while she had no clue what his endgame was.
She slipped off the bed and stood for a moment, her legs a little unsteady. She’d had rather a lot to drink last night. Then tiptoed across to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she pulled out the second bottle of champagne. She tore off the foil and tugged out the cork. The wine frothed up, and she brought the bottle to her mouth and took a gulp. It was icy cold and delicious, the bubbles fizzing in her empty stomach. She found a tumbler and filled it, drank it down, and poured another.
Her eyes lit on the chocolate cake, untouched on the counter. She found a fork and pulled herself up to sit next to it, legs dangling. It had “Welcome Home Summer” in white frosting on the chocolate icing.
She took a mouthful and chewed slowly.
When she was younger, before her mother’s accident, she’d always binged when she’d been sad, or happy, or anything at all. Her mother had encouraged her. Summer had come to see that it had been her mother’s subconscious way of ensuring that her daughter wouldn’t make the same mistakes she had. She’d be so unattractive, no one would want her. But Summer would worry about binge eating tomorrow. She’d add it to her things-not-to-do list, right under sleeping with blackmailing bastards.
She washed the cake down with a mouthful of champagne. Took another bite.
She was halfway through the huge cake when she sensed someone watching her. No guesses needed.
She stopped, a forkful halfway to her mouth. He leaned in the doorway. How long had he been there? He’d wrapped a purple towel around his hips, so at least he wasn’t naked. He looked too good, and her muscles tightened, her insides melting at the memory of what they’d done together.
It was still nighttime. Time enough to be sensible tomorrow. She held out the fork to him.
His face was free of expression, as if he was holding everything in. Maybe he was worried she was going to have a breakdown or something.
He walked toward her slowly, reached out, wrapped his fingers around hers, and brought the fork to his mouth. He held her gaze as he chewed. Then he swallowed, leaned in toward her, and kissed her lips.
He tasted of chocolate, just about her favorite taste in the whole world. She pushed her tongue into his mouth as the fork clattered to the floor, and he was kissing her back, his hands sliding under the robe. He cupped her ass, lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her through to the living room, lowering her to the bed without breaking the kiss.