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May 21 2017 12:01pm

M. Malone, Nana Malone Excerpt: Shameless

Nana Malone and M. Malone

Shameless by M. Malone, Nana Malone

I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am a liar, a protector...a killer... I am Noah Blake.

There is only one light in my darkness, one bright ray in the storm of my life. Lucia DeMarco. And I’ll do anything for her. Anything except show her who I really am...an assassin. Well, former assassin. I don’t really do that anymore...usually.

It would be easier if she didn’t call me names. Asshole, control freak … shameless. It would also be easier if she didn’t look at me with those trusting gray eyes. If I didn’t dream about the perfect curve of her — never mind all that. The point is she’s digging into my world, my secrets, and it’s going to get her killed.

But first, we have another more immediate concern. Lucia is going on a date—With someone else...

And I’m not allowed to kill this one.

Noah’s Cliffhanger Warning:
Ladies, I know you want to see the full package. But I have to tease you first. So I’m just going to open a few buttons so you can take a peek. And while you’re at it, hold onto your panties because I like it dirty. (The Shameless series unfolds over the course of three books)

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Do not think about Lucia.

Do not think about Lucia lying naked in bed.

Not that Noah knew whether Lucia slept naked or not, but either way, it didn't matter to his dick. Damn thing hadn’t gone down since he’d gotten a taste of her.

He was such an idiot. He should have never kissed her. Because once that line was crossed, there was no going back. No pretending. She'd been there, she’d felt the desperation he had to keep touching her, to keep holding her, pressing his body into hers. It was unmistakable. His only option right now was to attempt to bring them back to normal. To before.

His dick twitched against his thigh as if to say, yeah, good luck with that. He groaned and turned onto his side, flipping the pillow under his head. Problem was, as big as the couch was, it was still just a smidge too short. His feet were dangling off the edge. The blanket he’d pulled out of the linen closet covered his feet but not all of his chest. And dammit, he usually slept naked. Somehow, he didn't think that was going to fly with Lucia in the next room. Noah rolled over again and stared at the ceiling.

How did you end up here?

Because you insisted you knew best.

He’d intruded on her privacy. He knew it. And the thing was, he wasn't sorry. He’d been keeping watch over her for years. Keeping her safe. Keeping her from finding out about ORUS. About Rafe. About himself. Allowing her to keep her air of innocence for as long as possible. Allowing her to live the kind of life that was only possible when you were oblivious.

But now, when there might be real danger, he had no idea how the hell he was going to keep her safe. He had no idea why she had started digging into Rafe’s death again. Or maybe she’d never stopped wanting answers. He wasn't even sure exactly what she’d found. Suddenly her date with Brent made sense. Whatever she'd asked the pencil pusher to look up, someone didn't want her asking questions about it.

He had Matthias digging for any traces of that company name she’d given him, but so far he hadn't found anything. He just prayed that whatever she was doing, he could still keep her safe. She was messing in some dangerous waters, and he couldn’t let her get too close to the man that he'd been before. Because then she would be in real danger.

Noah considered all the things he’d kept from her for years. How would she react if she knew the truth? If she was pissed off now, he could only imagine how she would feel about him then. She would run out of his life and never look back.

He shook his head as if he could dislodge the unsettling thought. He couldn’t allow that to ever happen. If she knew what he was, the kind of man he was, the things he’d done, she would never speak to him again. She would never even look at him. Right now, she was mad. She was pissed off. But she would eventually see that he had her best interest at heart.

If she found out the truth, it would be over.

There would be no more family dinners at the DeMarco house anymore. No welcoming arms, even when she was irritated with him. It would be over. The one constant in his life since he was fifteen, gone.

After what he’d done, he deserved worse. But he didn’t want to lose her. That could never happen. He wouldn't let it happen.

In a perfect world, one where he wasn't a natural born killer, he could have a girl like that. Sweet. Sunshine practically pouring out of her. A completely normal life filled with all those silly things that couples did. Brunches at Bryant Park, walks around the city talking about nothing, horseback riding in Central Park. All that stuff he’d always seen as cheesy and stupid. But cheesy or not, they were things he would never have. That was family. That was love.

That's not for you.

No. He knew that. He’d learned that lesson a long time ago.

From her bedroom, he heard a low buzzing noise, kind of like her phone was ringing. He immediately rolled over to his side, and picked up his phone off of her coffee table. He’d paired their phones together. Yes, without her knowledge, but it was for her own good. Whatever, he’d eat guilt on this one. But there were no incoming calls, or text messages. What the hell?

When he rolled back to his side and his dick dropped again, he suddenly had a very good idea of exactly what she was doing in there. And it made his blood run hot. His muscles bunched as he tried to force his brain to think of anything other than Lucia using that monster dildo on herself. Legs splayed wide, eyes rolled back in her head, panting.

No. Stop it now.

He couldn't have her, so he wasn't thinking about her like that. That was just a recipe for — Jesus Christ. The buzzing was still going on.

With a growl, he called out, “You’d better not be using that monster vibrator in there. You know I can hear it.”

Immediately the buzzing stopped. She was silent. Quiet as a church mouse. Her happy drawer went against everything in his mind of exactly who Lucia was. The problem was that in a twisted way, that knowledge only made her way more interesting. And even more damn untouchable. With a frustrated moan, he sat up.

“Hey, DeMarco. Just wondering, does that thing stand up and tap dance too? Inquiring minds and all that.”

Yeah, he was giving her shit. Being an asshole. But he needed her to stop using that thing. It was bad enough he kept thinking of all the myriad ways he could use it on her. Those dirty thoughts weren’t going to help either of them sleep.

He called out again. “What's the matter? Pussy got your tongue?”

Shit. His brain was working against him. Now all he could do was think about his tongue on her p—never mind all that.

“You know, I hear you can go blind if you use those things too much.”

Noah lay back against the pillow and smiled into the darkness when he heard one of her drawers slam shut.

If he wasn't getting any sleep tonight because of his raging erection, then neither was she. 

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Copyright © 2017 by M. Malone, Nana Malone.
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NYT & USA Today Bestselling author M. Malone lives in the Washington, DC metro area with her three favorite guys, her husband and their two sons. She holds a Master’s degree in Business from a prestigious college that would no doubt be scandalized at how she’s using her expensive education.

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