Moonlight Sins (de Vincent #1) ~ Page 1

Read Online Books/Novels:Moonlight Sins (de Vincent #1)Author/Writer of Book/Novel:Jennifer L. ArmentroutLanguage:EnglishISBN/ ASIN:0062674528 (ISBN13: 9780062674524)Book Information:

New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout delivers the unforgettable story of a woman whose new life has just begun"but may end in murder…

Julia Hughes has always played it safe until she learned a very painful lesson. Now Julia"s starting over with a job in the Louisiana bayou"and a scorching encounter with a stranger, only to discover he"s Lucian de Vincent… her new employer. The de Vincent brothers share a massive fortune and a dark reputation. Julia cares for their troubled sister, but a menacing presence in the mansion"and the ever-present temptation of Lucian"prove dangerously distracting.

Lucian"s grandmother claimed de Vincent men fall in love once"and hard. Apparently, it"s Lucian"s turn. Julia"s compassionate care of his twin makes Lucian want to lay himself bare. But some secrets are better for Julia not to know.

The recent "suicide" of Lucian"s father is the latest in a string of deaths on the estate. Someone is eliminating the de Vincents. And the best way to get to Lucian may be through Julia…Books in Series:de Vincent Series by Jennifer L. ArmentroutBooks by Author:Jennifer L. Armentrout Books

Chapter 1

"Is it true" What they say about the women who come here"" Fingernails dipped in shiny red polish trailed along Lucian de Vincent"s stomach, dragging the front of his shirt free. "That they . . . go insane""

Lucian arched a brow.

"Because I feel a little insane. I feel a little out of control. I"ve wanted you for so long." Lips the same color of those nails stirred the shorter hair around his ear. "But you never looked my way. Not until tonight."

"Now that"s not true," he drawled, reaching for the bottle of Old Rip. He"d looked at her more than once. Probably checked her out quite a bit. With all that blond hair and that body in that low-cut dress, he most definitely had, along with half the patrons of the Red Stallion. Hell, probably around ninety percent of them, male and female, had looked her way more than once, and she was very aware of that fact.

"But you were always so focused elsewhere," she continued, and he could hear the pout forming on those pretty red lips.

He poured himself a drink of the twenty-year-old bourbon, trying to figure out exactly who else he could"ve been paying attention to. The options were limitless, but he was never focused on anyone in particular. Truth was, he wasn"t even fully paying attention to the woman behind him, not even as she pressed what felt like wonderful breasts against his back and slipped her hand under his shirt. She made this sound, a throaty moan that did absolutely nothing for him as her hand flattened against the taut muscles of his lower stomach.

There used to be a time when it took nothing but a knowing smile and a sultry voice to get him so hard he could drill his dick into a wall. And it used to take even less for him to fuck and lose himself for a little while.


Not so much.

Her sharp little teeth caught the lobe of his ear as she slipped that hand down, her nimble fingers zeroing in on his belt. "But you know what, Lucian""

"What"" He lifted the short and heavy rocks glass to his lips, tossing back the smoky liquid without so much as a flinch. Bourbon slid down his throat and warmed his stomach as he eyed the painting above the bar. This painting wasn"t the best out there, but there was something about the flames that he liked. Reminded him of the burning glide into madness.

She pulled his belt free. "I"m going to make sure you never think of anyone else again."

"Is that so . . . "" He trailed off, brows lowering as he searched his memories.


He"d forgotten her name.

Holy hell, what in the world was this woman"s name" The violet-red flames of the painting didn"t give him the answer. He dragged in a deep breath and nearly choked on her cloying perfume. It was like a bushel of strawberries threw up in his mouth.

The button on his pants popped free and then the tinny sound of a zipper filled the spacious room. No more than a second later, her hand was under the band of the boxer briefs, and right to where his cock rested.

Her hand froze for the briefest moment. She seemed to stop breathing. "Lucian"" she cooed, circling her warm fingers around the half-erect length.

The obvious lack of interest from his body had his lip curling up in disgust. What the fuck was wrong with him" He had a beautiful woman touching his dick and he was about as aroused as a schoolboy in a room full of nuns.

He was . . . hell, he was just bored. Bored with her, with himself"with all of this. This woman was usually his style. Spend a little time with her and then never see her again. He wasn"t with a woman more than once, because when you were, you started a habit, and that habit would become very hard to break. Someone caught feelings, and that someone wasn"t him, never him. But he felt . . . done with this.

The feeling of just being over it, over everything, was a malaise haunting him the last couple of months, stifling nearly every aspect of his damn life. Restlessness had dug itself under his skin and was spreading throughout his veins like the damn ivy that had taken over the exterior walls of the entire house.

He"d been feeling this long before everything turned upside down.

She trailed her other hand up under his shirt as she tightened her grip. "You"re going to make me work for this cock, aren"t you""

He almost laughed.


Considering where his thoughts were, she was going to have to work real hard. Lowering the glass to the bar, he let his head fall back and his eyes close, forcing his mind to clear. She was blissfully quiet as she worked him with her hand.


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