Evers Sinclair is dangerous.
One flash of that teasing smile, and I know he"s going to ruin me.
He makes my body shiver and my brain melt.
He"s also a huge mistake.
Girls like me don"t land guys like Evers.
But every time he knocks on my door, I let him in.
I thought we understood each other.
I thought we were playing the same game.
I was wrong.
I"ve never had a problem mixing business with pleasure.
I was supposed to keep an eye on her, not take her to bed.
Once I had her where I wanted her, I couldn"t let her go.
I"m going to have to move heaven and Earth to win her back.
And that"s the easy part.
With the Russian mob after us and her father dragging us to hell"
I don"t just have to win her back, I have to keep her alive.
Unraveled is a standalone romance with a happy ending. It"s first in The Untangled Series featuring the Sinclair brothers you first met in the Alpha Billionaire Club and Scandals of the Bad Boy Billionaire series.Books in Series:The Untangled Series by Ivy LayneBooks by Author:Ivy Layne Books
The knock at the door startled me so badly I almost dropped my curling iron. I wasn’t that late, was I" I wasn’t supposed to be downstairs for another"
Oh, crap. I was that late.
Unplugging the curling iron and giving my lashes a quick swipe of mascara, I rushed to the door, swung it open, and froze.
It wasn’t Julie, here to pick me up for a girls" night out.
No, standing in the door was my very own, personal Achilles’ heel.
The devil come to tempt me.
Eve with the Apple.
Okay, bad analogy. Evers Sinclair could be a devil, but he was no Eve.
Evers Sinclair was male temptation incarnate, and I"d never been able to resist him.
He smiled at me, lips curved into a grin seasoned with mischief and filled with promise.
That grin always got me, even when I’d resolved to resist him.
Especially when I’d resolved to resist him.
He leaned in my doorway, one arm braced against the frame, his ice-blue eyes doing a slow perusal from my head to my toes, heating as they took in my deliberately-tumbled blonde curls, little black cocktail dress, and mile-high spike heels.
His voice was all flirtation, but his eyes said something else. Something I couldn’t quite read.
That couldn"t be worry, could it"
Giving an internal shrug, I stepped back to let him in. I’d given up on understanding Evers Sinclair. Evers walked in as if he belonged in my apartment, dropping his overstuffed briefcase on the chair by the front door before heading into the kitchen to help himself to a beer.
Popping the cap off the bottle, he turned and leaned against the counter, taking a long swig.
“I like the dress,” he said, lids heavy over those cool blue eyes, gaze smoldering.
Ignoring the flash of heat at the look in his eyes, I rolled my own. “It’s new,” I said.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said smoothly, his gaze tracing the V-shaped neckline of my dress and the generous display of cleavage framed by black silk.
His eyes peeled the dress off my shoulders, stripped me naked. It had been three weeks since I"d seen him, and I"d felt his absence every day.
The heat growing in my belly kicked up a notch. I gritted my teeth and pushed it back. I did not have time for this. My body didn’t care. It never did where Evers Sinclair was concerned.
He showed up, smoldered at me, and my body was ready to go.
“Which question"” I shot back, always ready to play the game with Evers, even against my better judgment.
Since the moment we’d met, he’d been getting under my skin. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t quite work him back out.
“Are you going somewhere" If it’s a bad time I can leave.”
I stopped, the quick retort frozen on my tongue. I took another look at Evers, seeing past his distinctive eyes, his broad shoulders and sharp cheekbones, past the beauty to the man beneath.
He was tired, I realized with surprise. More than tired, he looked exhausted. His face was drawn, lines bracketing his mouth, purple-gray smudges beneath his eyes.
I had no idea what he"d been doing since the last time he"d shown up at my door, but whatever it was, he looked like he needed nothing more than a good meal and a solid night’s sleep.
I bit back the sarcastic retort on the tip of my tongue and told him the truth. “I am. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be coming by and"”
I wasn’t imagining the edge in his voice. I debated how to answer.
It wasn’t any of his business if I did have a hot date. We had a thing, yeah. A thing neither of us had ever bothered to define. A thing that was definitely not exclusive.
I didn’t know who he was with when he wasn’t with me. I could never bring myself to ask. That way lay heartbreak.
Evers Sinclair was a player.
He was not a one-woman man, and he never would be.
I’d known from the start I had a choice. Take what he was willing to give or walk away.
It had never occurred to me that he would care if I saw other people, but the way he’d asked hot date" didn’t sound nonchalant.
Again, I went with the truth.
“Not tonight. You know my friend Julie"” Evers nodded. I"d mentioned Julie before. She and I had known each other since college. “She and Frank broke up.”
“That was a long time coming,” Evers commented.
He’d never met Julie, but he’d heard me bitch about her boyfriend more than once. Frank was an asshole who didn’t deserve my sweet, funny friend, and she’d finally figured it out. Hallelujah.
“I know. She caught him flirting with the waitress when they were out to dinner, which would have been bad enough, but when he disappeared to the bathroom for a little too long and she went looking for him"”