Killer Charm

By Avery Flynn

Former special ops-turned private-investigator Cam Hardy leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes. He's all charm and sex appeal, and who can blame him for putting it to good use? Besides, it works damn well on the stunning and tough-as-nails makeup artist Drea Sanford. Only this time, Cam may be in over his head...

Drea is trying to keep her naughty affair with Cam a secret. After all, he's Harbor City's version of a Casanova...if Casanova had a motorcycle. When Cam makes their hot little liaison known to the public, however, she vows never to have sex with him again. Then one of her clients turns up dead. Now Drea is suspect number one—and she needs Cam's help. But sleeping with him is one thing...trusting him is quite another.

Each book in the Killer Style series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.

Series Order:
Book #1 Killer Temptation
Book #2 Killer Attraction
Book #3 Killer Charm
Book #4 Killer Seduction

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Feb 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781633751989

Avery Flynn

Avery Flynn is a USA Today bestselling romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Author’s Note

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 by Avery Flynn. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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This one is going out to all my fellow makeup addicts and, of course, the people at Sephora who feed my addiction and the good people at Urban Decay who make the best eyeliner on the face of the earth.

Chapter One

The most beautiful makeup on a woman is passion. But cosmetics are easier to buy. - Yves Saint-Laurent

Drea Sanford didn’t do the ‘burbs. She didn’t do backyard BBQs with screaming kids and romping dogs. And she most assuredly did not do Cam Hardy—at least not in public. In private? That boy was as hot in bed as his swagger promised, and as long as no one knew a damn thing about it, she’d keep riding him to happy town.

At least that had been the plan.

But here she was across the Harbor City Bridge in Waterburg, sitting on an outdoor swing with a paper plate filled with potato salad, chips, and a burnt-to-a-crisp hotdog on her lap. She held a red plastic cup full of cheap beer. And the oh-so-full-of-himself-James-Bond-wanna-be’s lips were locked onto hers in front of God and everyone like their friends-with-benefits agreement was common knowledge instead of one of her most guarded secrets.

Cam had been sniffing after her since the day they’d met nearly a year ago, and she’d cut him off at the knees every time. But a sex positive girl like herself could only deny her own lust for the hotness that was Cam Hardy for so long…and she’d given in a few months ago—but only if he agreed to keep it just between them. No one needed to be in her business or realize that she’d fallen for the cocky super stud of Harbor City.

But now he was kissing her in Sylvie’s backyard in front of everyone. There was no way around it. She had to cut off her secret lover—just as soon as she could find the willpower to end this kiss. Arrogant lothario or not, Cam knew how to kiss. Strong. Confident. Temping as all hell. He teased her just the way he knew she liked, making everything below her waist warm, wet, and tingly.

The sound of laughter broke through the lusty haze surrounding them and brought her back to reality. As much as she liked his mouth and all the things he could do with it, he’d crossed the line by kissing her in public. She’d grown up with her personal business being everyone’s business, and she’d rather go makeup free forever than go through that again.

Anyway, she didn’t do second chances.

Life’s a bitch that way—and didn’t she know it from personal experience.

She pushed against his chest—honed to a solid muscular mass by long hours in the gym and God knew what else—and got an inch of summer air between them.

What’s wrong, babe? Cam rubbed light circles on her bare thigh just north of her knee.

Poor boy didn’t have a clue. He’d made a promise, broken it, and she was done.

She knocked his hand away from her skin. If anyone saw that, I’m going to punch you in the nuts.

Drea did a quick sweep of Sylvie’s and Tony’s backyard. Even from their semi-secluded spot in the yard’s back corner, someone could have spotted them. The place was packed with people here to celebrate the couple’s engagement. Her best friend’s dads stood behind the fake Tiki bar, mixing sangria tasty enough to make people temporarily forget the fact that it was strong enough to strip paint. Tony manned the grill as various members of his family offered unsolicited advice on when to flip the burgers. Okay, maybe no one had seen the kiss.

She could almost convince herself of it…except Sylvie and Ryder were giggling by the food table, never making eye contact with Drea. That was all she needed to know. Her besties hadn’t missed a damn second of her unexpected kiss with Cam. Her cheeks burned, and she downed the rest of her beer.

If anyone saw what? Cam winked and snatched a chip off her plate. Saw me kiss you, or saw you kiss me back?

You knew the deal. No going public.

Who cares if anyone sees us? Let’m talk.

The truth smacked her in the face. Was that your plan all along—to make our little fling public? She nearly threw the plate at him.

Babe. He laughed loud enough that heads turned in their direction. You know I don’t plan.

You should, because this little harebrained scheme just cost you a chance at ever getting between my sweet thighs again.

Why’s that? he asked.

"Because you’re good in bed, but not good enough that I want to be known as just one more conquest for the man who accounted for most of Trojan’s business in Harbor City. My private business, is my business."

Cam toyed with the purple strap of her tank top. What’s wrong, your ego can’t take everyone finding out I’ve finally caught you?

He leaned back against the back of the faded double swing, his six-foot, five-inch frame thick with muscles—the better to hold up his massive ego—taking up most of the space. The damn thing was so big that even after a year of knowing each other, he still didn’t understand that presenting an impenetrable, no-one-can-hurt-me facade to the world was the biggest rule in her life. Really, it was her only rule. And letting everyone know that she’d almost fallen for a playboy like Cam, who left hearts shattered in his wake on a daily basis, broke shattered that image to smithereens.

He chuckled and relaxed back in the seat until his thigh lined up against hers, as if he had every right to jangle her nerves so thoroughly.

She got out of the seat and turned around to face him, but she was lost for words when she realized standing up had just given him a better view. His green-eyed gaze took in her entire body. Then he grinned, pissing her off and drenching her panties at the same damn time.

If anyone could carry off absolutely wicked and totally charismatic at the same time, it was Cam. She itched to run her fingers through his thick mass of tousled honey blond hair. His murky green eyes were full of dark promise, the kind she knew he could deliver.

And then there was his body. She could eat Jell-O off of his tanned washboard abs and the gelatin wouldn’t have the courage to jiggle. Being near him was like standing at the edge of the subway platform as the train whooshed by—exhilarating, dangerous, and addicting on a completely visceral level.

But he’d broken her rule. The one thing she’d asked him not to do—and he’d gone and done it anyway. She wasn’t sure whether knowing he’d done it without thinking made the situation worse or just sad. But she couldn’t keep seeing him if she couldn’t trust him to keep this a secret. Hell, after that kiss, there was no secret. Cover blown. Everyone knew.

Time to cut her losses. Breaking it off now was the smart plan.

I know what it is. He stood up and closed the distance between them. You’re embarrassed because you think someone saw your tongue push its way into my mouth—accidentally, I’m sure. And heard that sweet, soft moan of pleasure—

She pushed her hand against his chest and forced him back. Get over yourself, pretty boy.

He didn’t even blink at the insult. You want me. I want you. The sex is amazing. Why are you fighting so damn hard against letting people know we’re together?

Because we’re not. She had no plans to trod down the well-worn path to Cam Hardy’s bed again. You knew the rules when this thing started.

No going public. His gaze pinned her to the spot, and he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. Look, babe, give me another chance.

It made her mouth go dry and other places get wet. They’d had one hell of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am twisting of the sheets, but they’d known from the start this was temporary. She’d known it. He’d known it. They’d agreed to keep it secret.

So why was he acting like it meant anything to him? She’d needed a little stress relief, preferably in the form of a hot guy who’d given her three—okay, four—orgasms in one night. Cam was hot, talented, and not into commitments. But he had just hung her dirty laundry out for the world to see. She’d sworn she’d never go through that again.

And she wouldn’t.

Time to end this little charade and get back to Harbor City and the bitch of a client she had to deal with before the arts gala tonight. Natasha Orton wasn’t the worst beauty client she’d ever had to dust with setting power from her makeup kit of wonders, but she was damn close.

It’s over. Drea took a single step away from him.

He moved lightning fast to get in front of her, his bulk blocking her view of the rest of the group. Don’t go away mad, babe. Let me make it up to you. Tonight. My place. No one has to know.

She tossed her cup and plate into the trashcan. Charming.

He threw up his hands in frustration. Around most people, I am.

And I’m not most people. Pushing her point home, she traced a finger across his broad, sinewy shoulders and used the softest hint of pressure to nudge him out of her way so she could march across the grass to say goodbye to her best friends. You should remember that.

As if I could ever forget. He finally stood to the side, letting her pass.

Her step faltered, but she kept moving forward. She knew better than to show even the slightest weakness.

…

Cam Hardy watched slack-jawed as Drea strutted away as hot and untouchable as the sun. His standard operating procedure was to be the one making a quick escape without a second look back. Drea had shredded that SOP with her hot pink fingernails.

He was damned lucky she hadn’t used those talons on him—on second thought, he always enjoyed it when she did. What he’d give to feel her nails scrapping down his chest, her dark brown skin pressed against him. Everything south of his belt buckle went from zero to sixty in a heartbeat.

He sank his hand into the nearby cooler. The ice cooled down his hand, but the rest of him remained hot and ready. What the fuck was he doing wrong? He hadn’t been this clueless since he’d first realized there was a difference between boys and girls. Sweet talking women had always been easy, a skill that had served him well in his early years on his own when he needed a place to stay for the night…or an alibi. As a kid on the street up to no good, he’d usually needed both.

Dude, she just sank your battleship. Alex Lee, one of two new hires at Maltese Security, stopped at Cam’s side but kept his gaze locked on Drea as she said her goodbyes. That was like watching the Titanic go down, but without that annoying song.

How this asshat had made it through the pre-hire personality screening was a mystery. Fuck you.

My lip reading skills are off, but going by body language, I’d say that’s exactly what she told you. Alex crossed his arms, his gaze still tracking Drea’s progress across the yard to the side gate that lead to the driveway.

The other man didn’t leer exactly, but Cam didn’t have a bit of doubt about the thoughts playing out in Alex’s head right now. And that made him want to pound the other guy’s face until his eyes were swollen shut. Just because it was a fling didn’t mean he wasn’t possessive of Drea.

Years ago, when he was still hanging on the bottom rung of a street crew, he would have let the other guy know as much. But this little puke stain wasn’t going to fuck things up for him now. He’d come home to the last city in the world he’d ever wanted to return to so he could pay an old debt. His teenage years had been a bitch, and if it hadn’t been for the judge, he’d either be dead or in jail. So when the old man had said he needed a favor, Cam had dropped everything and come home to Harbor City.

Is there a point to this chat? He finished the last third of his beer in one long pull.

Alex shrugged. Just my enjoyment.

He crumbled the beer can and tossed the squashed aluminum ball into the recycling bin. You’re a real son of a bitch that way.

No doubt. Alex took a swig of beer, his eyes never leaving Drea’s ass as she walked out of the gate. Ever think you’re just not her type?

What a total tool. And I suppose you are?

Yeah. I am. Alex turned and stepped into Cam’s personal space like a frat boy hungry for a fight. Trust me, she can see through your bullshit from a mile away.

He didn’t give a millimeter. Don’t hold back.

I never do. Unlike you. I’ve been reading the old case files. You’re good, but you’re a loose cannon, and you don’t play well with others. It shows in your results.

A familiar coldness spread outward from his stomach. It used to be all he ever felt. They’d called him the Iceman for good reason, but this prick didn’t know any of that. You don’t know jack shit about me.

Ah yes, the mysterious pseudo-military organization you were with before Maltese? Alex flipped his empty can into the trash, and the move brought him toe-to-toe with Cam. Being a hired thug really doesn’t do much to build up a resume. Add to that your criminal record and I’m surprised you even got an investigator’s license. What did you do, sleep your way into the approval?

Everything froze. The air went from summer’s

Reviews for Killer Charm

[aljaira · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

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[whiskeyinthejar-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

3.5 stars

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Drea and Cam have been enjoying a secret between-the-sheets relationship for the last few months but when Cam wants to bring things out into the open, Drea ends things quickly. Drea's past has taught her that loved ones can disappear in a blink of an eye and that having your personal business out in the open is embarrassing and damaging. However, when Drea gets caught up in a murder mystery its Cam who comes to her rescue and proves over and over he has her back. Cam has personal demons of his own and as he spends more time with Drea he begins to question if he is good enough for her. They're not only playing a deadly cat and mouse game with their lives but with their hearts.
 
Make Me Up starts off strong with action and boiling heat between our couple. Drea hits the pages running with her take no shit and meet any challenge attitude. It isn't until we get to the middle of the story that the reader starts to see some chinks in her armor. With the reveal of her past and how it has affected her, Drea became a more accessible character; it gave Drea more facets leading her to become more interesting. Cam had his own sob story but it wasn't quite as delved into (didn't tie into the overall suspense arc) and as a consequence his lasting impression was more of Alpha Stud #1. He's a mover and a shaker in the story but I hesitate to say three dimensional. Drea and Cam really shine when they are together, luckily for 90% of it they're stuck like glue to one another. Each obstacle they face is figured out by Cam with Drea rising up to the challenge for whatever he needs her to do. These two have a wicked playfulness between each other that make them pretty fun to read about.
 
The murder mystery/suspense arc that gives our couple a reason to be together keeps things moving at a swift pace. Drea is accused of murdering one of her clients, so with the cops and a mob boss on her tail Cam swoops in and uses his security contractor skills and resources to help her stay alive and unravel the murder mystery. The whole thing is a little unrealistic but nevertheless an entertaining ride to hop along with; the author also doesn't allow the story to stretch out, keeping it on the shorter side and more streamlined. This is the third in a series and while it appears Drea and Cam meet in a previous book I never felt lost or confused. If you've read the previous books in the series then you definitely don't want to miss the payoff you've probably been waiting for with this couple. Secondary characters involve past and future heroes and heroines, Cam's mentor, Cam's cop friend, a potentially devious friend of Drea, and a toadie of the mob boss. None of them have significant screen time but work well as a supporting cast and the future heroes have some potential.
 
There were a couple times when the "ice in Cam's veins" with his "I can't be with you because I'm bad news baby" and Drea's "I can't be with you because everyone dies around me" got a bit repetitive but overall, this was a lively read. If you have a couple hours to kill, Make Me Up is a wham bam thank you ma'am action romance read that would be an enjoyable way to pass the time.

[bette_hansen · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

An incredibly fun sexy read that everyone should read. The story is filled with snarky banter, adventure, and lots of sexy times. Drea Sanford has been taking care of herself for a long time and she's just fine, thank you very much. Her business is hers and she doesn't like it being broadcast around. So when Cam Hardy tries to take their fling public she kicks him to the curb. But when one of her clients ends of dead and she's the prime suspect, Cam may be the only one who can help her. You'll definitely want to grab this one. I highly recommend it.