Wicked As He Comes: Tiger In Her Bed, #3

TIGER IN HER BED 3

WICKED AS HE COMES

Lizzie Lynn Lee

Jane Eyre Sinclair is at the end of her rope. Since her parents passed away, the curvaceous waitress has been the sole provider for her much younger twin siblings, George and Harry. Their greedy uncle cheated them out of their inheritance and now, he’s made an attempt on the twins’ lives. Jane needs protection and the only man who can give it is John Alexander…

Tiger shifter and Hollywood music producer John Alexander enjoys his bachelor lifestyle so much, he vows he will never get married. And yet, the moment he laid eyes on a voluptuous human female named Jane Eyre—just like that Bronte novel—all he can think about is how to convince her she is his mate. So when she attempts to blackmail him in to marrying her, John jumps at the chance and says yes.

It doesn’t matter if the marriage is supposed to be for show until the twins reach eighteen; Jane has to be his forever, damnit! Doesn’t she know shifters mate for life? If Jane can’t understand that, John will make it his mission to convince his new wife to fall in love with him, by any means necessary.

No rest for the wicked and wicked as John comes…

First Edition 2016

©Copyright Lizzie Lynn Lee August 2016

Cover Art by (Lizzie Lynn Lee) ©Copyright (August/2016)

Edited by LinnieSarah Helpern

Proofread by Cassie Hess Dean

Galley Proofread by Lisa Bing

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One

John Alexander vowed he’d never fall in love again. He’d never let his heart get stolen. And he’d never let himself get tied down by that miserable institution called marriage.

Never, never, never.

And yet, the moment he laid his eyes on her, the only thing he could think about was how amazing it would be to have her as his woman. His true mate. His one and only.

The darndest thing was, she suggested exactly that.

His beautiful blackmailer was on the tall side—two inches shy of six feet, with sun-kissed skin and brown hair that just barely touched her shoulders. Her body was ample and delectable; one of her hands rested on her curvy hips as those hazel eyes of hers bore into him. Her white shirt was a bit tight around the chest. Her voluptuous breasts seemed to be threatening to bounce out of her bra. The outline of her undergarments were etched in to the cotton fabric, and John had a fertile imagination.

Black.

She wore a black bra underneath a white shirt. It took a brave girl to pull that off.

She had to have been in her early twenties; her face had a youthful glow. And at that very moment, she was looking at John with resolution, as if she really were the one who held the power in this situation. Her big, beautiful, almond-shaped eyes glinted with a determination that he hadn’t seen in another person in a long time. Someone with purpose.

Jesus.

She was brave; he’d have to give her credit for that. John wondered if she knew who he really was. He wasn’t human, and his tiger side could tear her apart on a whim, but really, there was a very different way he wanted to ravage her. On all fours. On her back. Against the wall. In the shower…

His cock stirred underneath his chinos at the thought.

John cursed silently. When was the last time he got so turned on by a woman he’d just met? A whiff of her scent and a glance at this Amazonian beauty made his alter beast frisky.

His tiger wanted her.

Wanted her very, very badly.

You know, babe, John mused, threatening your customers probably isn’t the best way to get a good tip. He crossed his legs and peered up at her while twirling a lock of his long hair around a finger, a smile playing across his lips. He kept it cool to hide the devastating effect she had on him. It almost put him off balance. Usually, he was the one with the charismatic control over the opposite sex, not the other way around.

This woman… was fucking special.

Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t make threats, the waitress coolly replied, putting away her ordering pad and taking a seat across from him. I simply presented you with an offer that would benefit us both greatly. Well, mostly me. She had a refined accent that didn’t mesh with the uniform; she even carried herself in a dignified and elegant manner, atypical to the other women milling around.

Is she really a waitress? John wondered.

The little cafe he’d chosen to dine at this morning was rather busy with fellow tourists. It had been a nice weekend in Las Vegas thus far. John occasionally traveled to Vegas for a little unwinding time after the closing of a big Broadway production. He and his partner produced a modern take on Shakespeare’s King Lear, complete with an all-star cast, that was very well received by critics and fans alike. He and Alessandro planned to produce a new show next month, but before that, he thought a relaxing weekend in Sin City might help him unwind.

Things had ended up a little differently.

John studied her expression. Is that so? Bringing up the entirely false and unsubstantiated claim that I’m having an affair with my own co-producer’s wife sounds very much like a threat, I’m afraid, John went on, raising his eyebrows and folding his hands on the table.

Unfazed, she produced something from her apron. Would you call these unsubstantiated? the woman challenged, and John’s eyes narrowed as she slid a number of photographs across the table.

Each one of them was a picture of John Alexander with Maya DeLucca’s lips pressed against his, her hands clenched on the collar of his oxford shirt, her hips pushing up into his groin. These photos were recent—taken from the after party of the Broadway debut of King Lear. It had been a lovely party, up until the moment in the photographs in front of him. Now it was the waitress’s turn to fold her hands and wait for John’s move.

John knew to play it confident, so he arched an eyebrow and gave a little smile. So you have a shot of Allessandro Severo’s wife, yet again, trying to seduce me. Do you know how many times she’s tried the exact same thing before that picture?

No, but I think photographic evidence would be hard to ignore. The tabloids love this kind of scandal, whether it’s true or not. Sex sells.

John’s face was unflinching. The woman’s boldness only made him desire her all the more. Here was a woman with both a curvaceous body and a cunning mind. He knew his instincts had been right.

She was interesting. A worthy opponent.

I’d like to know how you got those photos, he said, laying a finger on one of them. Did you follow me from New York? Because I don’t think you’re local. Desert weather doesn’t agree with you.

She looked a little flushed. Her cheek reddened and perspiration beaded on her forehead. John didn’t think it was because she was nervous.

How I got them is none of your concern, the waitress said. And while you might insist there’s nothing between you and Maya, I gathered that night that Maya herself might tell a very different story if this were to go public.

Shit, John grumbled silently. She’s got me there.

Maya DeLucca had been hungry for him since they had been introduced. John wasn’t interested in her in the slightest; there just wasn’t anything about her body (or all the work she’d had done to it) that made John desire her. She came from money, was a mediocre actress at best, but most importantly of all, she was married to his partner, Alessandro Severo. It was common knowledge their union was motivated more by business than anything else. Maya was a third of Severo’s age when they tied the knot. She married him for his fame and connections, and Severo