Cheats, Liars & Lovers (Sadie & Erik #2)

By Lotte Larsen

Erik: "Hello Punching Bag." I cringe. Lucy, the Texas bounty hunter the boss hired to find his wife Heidi, knows about my infamous porn shoot. Why had I been so stupid when I was young? Now Sadie will run away like all the good ones do.
Sadie: I'm minding my own business in the train station when three police women take me aside. Lucy's message is clear: the police will keep humiliating me until I figure out why she hates me. And while it's sweet Heidi is playing Cupid for me and Erik, that girl has a twisted idea of appropriate venues.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lotte Larsen
• Release date: Oct 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311812322

Lotte Larsen

Lotte Larsen is a Swedish-Canadian who lives in Toronto, Ontario. She hopes you have as much fun reading her smutty little pulps as she has writing them.

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HotSwedishMen: Sadie & Erik #2

CHEATS, LIARS & LOVERS

Lotte Larsen

Copyright © Lotte Larsen, 2015

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Table of Contents

One: Airport

Two: Strip Search

Three: Phone Calls

Four: Bath House

Five: Coffee Shop

Six: Photographs

Seven: Punching Bag

Eight: Photographs

Nine: Lookout

Ten: Photographs

Eleven: Phone Call

Twelve: Anticipation

Thirteen: Gift

Fourteen: Exhibition

One: Airport

Eric

My boss Kabil pulled up outside the international arrivals entrance at the Stockholm airport and gave me an unnecessary shove. Go. She will be waiting.

I scowled at him. I'm undoing my seatbelt, okay? And her flight doesn't land for another half hour.

She's the only hope I have of finding Heidi.

You don't know that, boss. Carolyn—

You mean Sadie. Call her by her real name.

She was still Carolyn with a 'Y' to me. Couldn't tell the boss that. Sadie could have nothing to do with Heidi going missing. I raised my arm in time to fend off his slap.

Still taking that woman's side, Erik? You work for me. Remember? Remember?

I curled my arms over my head as he kept hitting me. He was a little pot-bellied Turkish guy in his fifties but those gold rings of his stung like hell. Yes, boss. Come on. Stop it. The security guards are getting agitated.

Kabil glanced out the windshield at the two women in uniform loitering conspicuously a few metres down the sidewalk. His big black moustache and eyebrows bristled. Then he pouted, which I hate. Even having him call me stupid or worthless was better than the pouting. If you got out of the car when I told you I wouldn't be able to hit you.

I did my best not to groan. Ever since his wife vanished there was no reasoning with him. All I could do was bite my tongue and hope his irrational behaviour didn't get us in too much of a mess. Sorry, boss. I'm going now.

Don't tell me you're going. Go.

Another shove sent me out onto the sidewalk in a crouch. I turned and looked at Kabil through the open door. You need to calm down, boss, or you're going to have an accident. How would you feel if you killed someone?

Right now? Very good.

I stared at him until he looked down and fidgeted with the key ring dangling below the steering wheel.

Okay, okay. I go park and listen to one of those meditation tapes Heidi got me. Tears welled up in his soulful brown eyes. I love her so much, Erik. I'm so afraid I'll never see her again.

We'll find her, boss. Don't worry.

He nodded. I waited until he'd pulled himself together enough not to be a hazard then stood up and slammed the car door.

The security guards followed me through the sliding doors and indicated they wanted a word. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the long windows and couldn't blame them. The boss had insisted I wear a suit but with my wrecked face and muscular build I looked like a hit man rather than a business type. I tried on a grin. Great, now I was a hit man who enjoyed his job. I loved looking tough but sometimes it was a liability.

I turned to the security guards and held my hands open, leaving them to start the conversation.

What brings you to the airport today, sir? the older black haired woman asked in that artificially cheerful voice service industry people used in commercials.

I'm meeting someone coming in from the States.

And what was the altercation in the car about? her blonde partner said.

None of their business, that's what it was. I gave them a dirty grin. I like my boyfriend to smack me around in public. Did you enjoy the show, ladies?

Their eyes went cold.

Pretty vanilla, the dark haired one said. You should put your hands down if you're serious about it instead of blocking him.

The blonde nodded. No one likes a tease.

That warning delivered, they strolled off to harass other travellers.

It wasn't hard to spot Luck Wakehart in the crowd passing through the arrivals gate. She was a tall muscular woman and made herself bigger with a bleach blonde blow-out and tan cowboy boots. Tight white jeans and matching denim jacket over a pale pink blouse. Heavy make-up like she was about to appear on TV. Maybe it worked in Texas but here she looked as natural as Spam.

But she moved like I did when I was working, with the crowd but not part of it. That was a nasty shock. Her hyped-up profile on the Nestor and Berk website made her look like a character in some new action movie. The whole site could have been the movie trailer. Now I could see how smart it was, lulling anyone who checked out the site into a false sense of security. I could hear some bail jumper saying: So this chick is coming for me. Oooh, I'm so scared. Then when he sees her in person—bam. It's too late.

I stepped forward to greet her because I was a mug who did