Swiper: A BWWM Jewel Thief Romantic Suspense

By Tamar Bryce

JJ just wanted some fun in the sun, what she found was something more . . . 

Janice "JJ" Jones was one of the top real estate agents in town, but when she lost her cool with a handsy client, she found herself banished to Costa Rica for three weeks. There, she met professional pickpocket and charmer, Lucas. 

From the moment they met, there was an instant spark of attraction. She wasn't used to wanting a man the way she wanted Lucas, and she had no idea how to handle the feelings he stirred within her. 

Lucas wanted one last job before his happy ending, but he found JJ first . . . 

Lucas Shaw spent most of his life on the wrong side of the law until he got sick of it. One last job in Costa Rica and he could retire, find a nice woman and settle down. But with one act of chivalry, he accidentally found the perfect woman for him. 

With unpaid debt, a threat of death and a giant gem begging to be stolen, Lucas can only hope he can finish the job in one piece so he can make JJ his. 

Note: The cover story is a sweet & sexy novella, with no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after! 

This book contains spicy love scenes and colorful language for 18+ readers. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamar Bryce
• Release date: Nov 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386706021

Book preview

One

Another gloomy Monday morning and Janice Jones — JJ to her friends — stood on the platform in the musty station and waited for the train, which was already seven minutes late. Going on eight when the rumble of the large metal contraption finally sounded as it barreled into the station. She fought her way inside among the throng of weekday commuters, hating how the temperature instantly went up until it was a balmy eighty-something degrees. Beads of sweat formed at her hairline.

Scanning the car for a place to sit, JJ came up empty and maneuvered her way away from the doors towards the back of the car, where she could enjoy her coffee. Although she was normally a pleasant person, she wasn’t much fun to be around before her first cup of coffee of the day.

She waited until she was safe at her corner and brought the paper cup to her lips. Before she could take the first sip, an elbow flew to hers making the cup miss her mouth just enough to spill its contents down the front of her silky pink blouse.

Watch where you swing those elbows, she growled at the careless man.

The guy peered at her over his shoulder, brown eyes dipping to her breasts and the giant wet spot right above it. He smirked. I could think of much better ways to get those luscious tits nice and wet.

JJ cringed. God, guys like that one, were a dime a damn dozen. In your dreams, she muttered, grateful his attention had already moved on.

Why she only seemed to attract the attention of the lecherous bastard variety was a mystery. She suspected that her body was the culprit since she was a formerly fat girl who now had sinful curves that could not be contained even by her conservative corporate wardrobe. However, just because a girl had a few curves didn’t mean she wanted to be a fuck toy for every disgusting creep who offered.

Trying to shake off that train of thoughts, JJ instead focused on the client she was set to meet at the office. Her job as a real estate agent was what kept her sane and afforded her a better life than she or her sister Tracy had ever had growing up. Plus, she was good at her job and had quickly made a name for herself at her company as the girl who could land a sale even on the most difficult to move property.

When the train reached the station, she slipped out before horny-guy could say anything else — or worse, touch her. She quickly made the two-block trek to her office, changing into her nude stacked stilettos as the elevator took her to the twelfth floor. The doors opened, and she breezed out.

Janice, your morning appointment is here, Katie, the receptionist called out as she walked by.

Coffee accident Katie, she informed, opening her jacket to reveal the horrific stain. JJ was gratified when Katie gasped. Tell him I’ll be five minutes and get him some coffee please?

On it. There’s a new stain stick in your top drawer, the bubbly young woman called out as she fled down the hall.

Inside her office, JJ quickly changed into a silky white shell and slid the blue jacket on, smoothing it along with her long black hair. She wore it down her back in ebony waves, a style she found complimentary and easy to maintain. After a quick check on her office’s mirror, JJ walked out her door.

With a smile fixed on her face, JJ grabbed her folder made her way down the hall to the conference room where the client was waiting for her. Mr. Farnsworth, good morning, she greeted, extending a hand to him.

He looked up with a flare of desire in his blue eyes and she froze. He was handsome, but JJ never mixed business with pleasure so it was irrelevant and unwelcome.

Well . . . Hello, Ms. Jones, he purred.

JJ ignored his tone and kept her voice light and professional. I have one property we can visit today, but I’d like to show you a few more options before we head out.

The man pushed out the chair next to him with a lascivious smile. Let’s explore all the real estate you have to offer, Ms. Jones.

JJ took a seat across from him instead and showed him several other homes that matched the criteria he’d given her. She remained professional as she explained the area, the amenities, and the prices. Once she had nothing more to say, she added, "Check the ones that interest you and, if the property today doesn’t work out, I’ll set up a time to view them."

Or we could skip all this and head to the nearest hotel. When it’s all done, I’ll give you twenty percent over asking as your personal commission.

Shocked and outraged, JJ counted to five to calm down before she said something she regretted. When that didn’t work, she counted to ten and then twenty.

Misconstruing her silence, the man reached for her hand across the table, JJ pushed back and stood. Sorry, Mr. Farnsworth, only the property is for sale.

His laugh spread cold down her limbs. Oh, come on now, Ms. Jones. You don’t wear clothes like that unless you want a man to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.

I’m not interested. Now, the proprieties . . . She crossed her arms and waited to see if he’d return the conversation back to business.

He didn’t.

"Those lips