Prequel: Intoxicated, #1

By Teresa Wolf

She caught his eye. Now the hunt begins…

 

My name is Jack, and I have one rule. Never ask me about my work.

I chose this bar with my friends to talk business. I had no idea I'd stumble into a woman who takes my breath away.

She might just be a waitress, but I sense a fire behind her eyes that betrays something much more.

I think I might be in love.

I know it's stupid, but I'm going to tail her for a whole. I want to make her mine – and in my line of work, I always get what I want…

This thrilling prequel to the INTOXICATED series is perfect for readers who want to dive into a pulse-pounding reverse harem romance. Grab your copy now, because Jack is waiting…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Teresa Wolf
• Release date: Nov 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201614867

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CONTENTS

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CHAPTER 1 BAILEY

CHAPTER 2 JACK

CHAPTER 3 BAILEY

CHAPTER 4 JACK

EPILOGUE JACK

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Copyright © (2021) Teresa Wolf

Chapter One

Bailey

These two are trouble. I can see it by the way they walk. Panthers stalking in the dead of night, draped in raincoats and gangster hats. Why in God’s good name are they sitting in my section? Why can’t it be Mary-Lou’s? Better yet, Harry Simmons’? At least he’s a man; brawny and bullheaded, yeah, Harry could teach these dangerous men a lesson if they got up to no good.

Worse again, the bar’s chock-full of drunken idiots playing grab-ass and wolf-whistling. I don’t need more on my plate while I fend off their advances.

What a nightmare.

I collect two menus from beside the cash register and take a stroll to the two men. They sit motionless; two statues in a sports bar littered with drunks partying the night away. But, damn! They’re handsome; a real breath of fresh air after the usual riff-raff of poor drunks looking for cheap booze in New York City.

I catch their attention when I’m a few feet away from their table. Two pairs of eyes – one blue, one green – inspect me from head to toe and back again. Nervousness reduces my stroll to a saunter, and I’m