GIRL WITH PEN: Release Blitz Cuffed by Joanna Blake

Release Blitz

Title: Cuffed

Author: Joanna Blake

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Photog: Furious Fotog

Model: Jordan Wheeler

Release Date: February 10, 2017

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I've got her under lock and key. It's against the law to take advantage of the situation. But I'm about to break all the rules, just to make her mine.

I'm a Government agent assigned to take down a notorious biker gang. She's just a girl who's in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I can't bend the rules, even if I know she's innocent.

Casey Jones is a natural beauty with curves that won't quit. With her big doe eyes and long legs, she's pure temptation. She's barely old enough to be working in a place that serves alcohol, but I can't stop myself from wanting to make her a woman.

My woman.

She's in the middle of something bad, and too stubborn to see that. She owes these guys for giving her a job when she ran away from home as a kid.

Now all I want to do is protect her.

Cute relationship between a man and a woman in a red dress

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I sipped my coffee, staring through the one way mirror.
Casey Jones was sitting behind a heavy steel table, bolted to the floor. With her long, graceful neck and dewy skin, she looked utterly out of place in such a cold, industrial setting.
She looked like she should be running through a Goddamn field of flowers. Or riding a horse in one of those soap commercials. Or… I don’t know, sitting by a fire surrounded by kittens.
With a man’s arms around her.
I realized that the man in my mind’s eyes was way too familiar. I’d pictured myself holding her. Where the hell was that coming from? She was one of them. Don’t be fooled by those big, beautiful eyes.
Focus Dewitt.
I opened the door.
“I got you a coffee.” She looked up at me, her face frightened. Again I thought, she does not belong here. But I was the one who had brought her in.
“Let’s start at the beginning. You came in for your shift at six pm.”
She nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. The gesture was so childlike, I almost flinched. She really was barely old enough to be here without a parent.
But she didn’t have parents. She had Mason.
“Yes.”
“And during the course of the evening did you notice anything strange. Any altercations?”
She shook her head, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. Again, I felt a flush of guilt. She looked like a little girl, playing dress up.
“Are you cold?”
She’d insisted on giving me back my jacket but I was more than happy to hand it back to her. It had smelled so good when I put it on in the parking lot. I had to stop myself from sniffing it.
Like honeysuckle and sunshine.
I grimaced, glad no one could hear my thoughts. I sounded ridiculous. Like some love struck hero in a romance novel.
“I’m fine.”
She didn’t look fine. She looked tired and scared and cold. Probably hungry too.
“When is the last time you ate?”
She took a sip of her coffee and shook her head again.
“I’m okay.”
“When?”
She almost rolled her eyes at me and I had a moment of sympathy for Mason. He’d brought this girl up. And I had a feeling that she could give as good as she got. Maybe it was the stubborn little chin, but I could tell Casey Jones had backbone.
I grinned at the thought of the burly biker trying to tell the girl she was grounded.
“Before my shift. It got busy and I just- forgot.”
Well, fuck. No one she looked woozy. I decided to get her something to eat as soon as we got through the interview. Before I showed her the mug shots.
Considering how uncommunicative she was being, I had a feeling that wasn’t going to be productive. But I was doing this by the numbers with zero deviation.
I didn’t want anyone saying I was going easy on her because I wanted to toss her over my shoulder and run off with her. Even if it was true.
She was so small, I could probably lift her with one arm.

Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride!

XoX,

Joanna

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