The Lockhart Affair

By A.D. Ryan

Connor Lockhart is a man who thinks he has it all, but on a night out, he sees something — or rather, someone — he just can't pass up.

Will one night of unbridled passion with the blonde beauty ruin everything he's worked so hard for, or will it serve to strengthen the bonds he has forged?

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.D. Ryan
• Release date: Mar 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9798215969175

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you to each and every one of my readers that has been with me since 2008 when I posted my crazy online, and to each and every single reader who has found my work since then. Without you, none of the crazy characters in my head would see the light of day.

To my amazing team, who have stuck by me since the beginning, I thank each and every one of you for cheering me on while guiding me in the right direction so my work is the best it can be. I couldn’t do this without you, and I am beyond grateful that you all make time to read all the crazy as it pours out of my head.

And finally, my family. If not for your unconditional love and unwavering support, I wouldn’t be able to chase this dream I’ve had since I was little and writing adorably juvenile stories about fairies and woodland creatures. Thank you for always supporting me and pushing me to work harder in order to achieve what I once thought impossible. I love you all.

Cheers,

Angela

A Dangerous Game

WHEN OUR EYES LOCK, the entire world stops moving. The people around me stop talking—or so it seems—and the room goes silent. The ice-blue of her eyes penetrates my soul with a solitary stare from twenty feet away, and when she pulls the wine glass to her full, red lips I find myself breathless.

I am such a fucking woman.

With rapt attention, I watch as she laughs at something that’s been said in the little huddle of people—predominately male—that has formed around her. Our eyes briefly connect again, and I'm pretty sure I groan with my increasing arousal when she flashes me a wide grin.

I take the last swig of my beer as an excuse to go over to where she stands, all under the guise of ordering another. As I wade through the masses, I find myself amazed at just how many people actually show up at these places. Multitudes of hot, sweaty bodies crammed into small spaces, the scantily clad women gyrating against the horny men; it's pretty much the norm for the nightclubs in Boston on a Saturday night.

I continue to make my way through the crowd as several women make drunken advances at me, rubbing themselves against my leg, their dresses doing very little to hide the fact that they aren’t wearing any panties. All of their