The minute any woman walks into my bar, I can tell two things about her: what she wants to drink, and how she likes to f*ck.I’m Cash: bartender at the hottest bar in Atlanta. I’ve got girls lining up around the block, and they all know the rules: no strings, no promises, and no morning-after snuggling. You want brunch? Call your sister. You want the best sex of your life? Call me. Or better yet, just drop by the bar anytime. Clothing optional. There’s a reason they call me a sexy bastard. And yes, I really am that good.
“So no dating for Cash Gardner?” Savannah reaches for the edamame beans and teases one free from the skin. “Interested in my dating life?” She shrugs with a bashful grin. “You know all about mine.” This is probably why I’ve put off dating as long as I have, because at some point a girl like Savannah is going to start asking questions. I try to keep things light. “You think I have no standards.” “Standards… or direction,” she offers. And coming after a million other digs about my bachelor lifestyle, I can’t let this one go. “Always have to be heading somewhere, don’t you?” I ask. “So what is this, then? Dinner between friends? Dinner between more than friends? A date?” That stumps her. Savannah for once cannot find a quick comeback. She may play the prim and proper lawyer, but I’m sure she’s just as ready to cut loose as the rest of us. “What do you want it to be?” she asks. “That’s not up to me, is it? It takes two to make this work.” I fix my gaze on her, not letting her eyes fall away. “Sometimes you need to let go of what’s holding you back, dragging you down.” “And what do you think is holding me back?” she asks, her gaze turning cautious. I know she’s expecting me to bring up that asshole Tanner, but he’s not the problem right now. “That whip-smart brain of yours. You’re thinking too much,” I tell her. She laughs. “You prefer your women brainless?” “No, I’m saying, you overthink things, it’s what you do. You’re a lawyer, you’re used to making arguments, being logical. But some things aren’t about logic. They’re instinct. Heat. Chemistry.” I slide a hand under the table and find her bare knee. I stroke the soft skin gently. Savannah inhales in a rush, so damn sexy it’s hard to keep control. “You got your heart broken, so now you’re trying to play it safe. It’s why you’re so obsessed with this idea of finding something real, a stable relationship,” I tell her, still tracing slow circles on the inside of her knee. “But did you ever think that might be the last thing you need? Whatever happened to following your gut? Taking something because you want it. Because you need it.” My hand traces higher. Savannah’s eyes glaze. Her knees part, allowing my fingers to edge further up under her skirt. I can see her breath coming faster now. “What if I want something I shouldn’t have?” she whispers. “Shouldn’t?” I echo, still fighting to keep it together. Damn, the feel of this woman’s silky thighs has blood rushing straight to my cock. “Says who?” Savannah shrugs. “Cassie. Ryder. You.” Me? “You keep telling me, you don’t do relationships. You just like to fuck and run.” I grit my teeth. “I can promise you, Savannah, after I’ve fucked you the way you deserve to be fucked, both of us are going to be too spent to be running anywhere.” Her eyes flash. She bites her lip, and I can see the desire warring in her eyes. She’s on the edge, ready to leap. The least I can do is make it easy for her.
Strong. Arrogant. Hard. Ryder Cole is the King of Atlanta’s nightlife — and the one man who can erase my past.I’m running from secrets that could destroy me and there’s no room in my life for someone like him: too damn cocky, and sexy as hell. I should keep my distance, but smart goes out the window the minute he looks my way. And when he puts his hands on me...? A girl could forget her own name. But what happens when the past catches up with me, and all the things I’m hiding from tear our lives apart again? I can’t keep running forever, and Ryder always wins. He's not the kind of guy to let me go gently, Ryder will give it to me hard.
Eve Jagger is a native of Georgia and is a true southern girl at heart. A stay at home mom to two kids, she's married to a sexy man who doesn’t mind being used as research for those naughty scenes. Eve cut her teeth writing in high school and college, but it wasn’t until recently that she got the itch to write a full length novel. She loves complex, emotionally-charged characters and wild, sexy leading men. Hard: A Sexy Bastard Book releases at the end of April 2015 and she can’t wait for you to meet her characters that occupy her mind 24/7! Eve loves to talk and meet people on social media, so be sure and touch base with her on Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/evejaggerbooks or Twitter https://twitter.com/evejwrites.