Loving The Lone Wolf
Nathan Beliveau wasn't looking for a woman. Even if he had been, it sure as hell wouldn't have been this one.
From the improbable shade of her strawberry-blond hair to the lethal spikes of her stiletto heels, Kelly Jennings spelled trouble. She had the kind of presence that commanded the stage, drawing every gaze in the place as she posed in the spotlight. Her dress shimmered in a sheath of gold, caressing her body in a way that was designed to make any man there think about reaching out for those curves and doing the same.
But word on the street had it that this woman belonged to Stephan Volski. She was one of his trophies, a symbol of the Russian's power and his wealth, so only a suicidal fool would consider getting any part of his body even close to hers.
Ice cubes tinkled as Nathan wrapped his fingers around his glass and leaned back in his chair. The lights dimmed until pinpoints of white shone from the ceiling like a network of stars. That's what Volski had named the nightclub, the Starlight.
It was a high-class place, one of the most popular in Chicago, with plush blue velvet covering the chairs and white linen on the small ... read full excerpt from Loving the Lone Wolf ebook
