The Worthy Series, Book One
Bienvenidos a Miami. Welcome to the hottest party scene in the U.S. Behind all the glitter, hard bodies and sexy drinks, the lives of the hard-partying residents of the 305 aren’t all they seem.
Cat Ross struggles to make ends meet. If she doesn’t scrounge up enough cash for rent and to pay off her brother’s drug dealers, she’ll be sleeping at a shelter, and her beloved brother, Danny, will be in worse trouble.
As Miami’s hottest party promoter, it looks as if Ian Lawrence’s life is fun and games, but partying this hard takes work, and Ian takes business seriously. He wasn’t counting on his former best friend’s little sister, Cat Ross, to come crashing back into his life. She was the one girl who mattered until he messed things up by sleeping with her on her eighteenth birthday, and then running.
As Cat and Ian’s relationship reignites, he wants to protect her by keeping her brother away. But it’s not easy for Cat to choose between her last living family member and the man she’s always loved.
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Release Date: November 7, 2016
She rose and strode to the back of the restaurant where there was a small dimly lit hallway leading to the bathroom. It wasn’t exactly private, but it was better than being on center stage. Without being asked, Ian had followed her here.
“Ian, you know I need the money. The job with you is more than I’ve ever made. Don’t ask me to choose.”
“It’s because of Danny, isn’t it?” he asked.
“What does my brother have to do with anything?”
“He steals your money and you still give him more money to pay off his dealers, hence you’re always broke and will never get ahead.”
Her spine stiffened. “That is not true.”
His brow rose, but he remained silent.
Maybe it was a little true, but what was she supposed to do? Abandon her brother? “What I do with my money and for my brother is none of your business. Danny was your friend, and you’ve done nothing for him in years. You don’t get a say.” When he laid a palm on her cheek and bent slightly, she realized she was on her toes—not an easy task in stilettos—and had a finger in Ian’s face.
“Baby,” he said. “You’re right. I’m an asshole for saying anything about firing you.”
Mollified, she stepped back.
He grinned. “How about we go on a first date and then worry about the rest? Deal?”
She swallowed back her defensiveness about Danny and found a smile. “Deal. But as long as we’re laying our demands on the table, I’ve got one more.”
He met her gaze. “Shoot.” They both fell silent as they waited for another diner to scootch by them and enter the bathroom.
“If you decide you’re done, tell me. Don’t ghost out of my life again,” she said.
He winced, and then nodded. “Deal.”
She took a step to head back to the table, but he yanked her wrist and tugged her back. “We didn’t seal the deal.”
Before she could process his words, his lips were on hers and her spine hit the wall of the narrow corridor. He smelled like his aftershave and she tasted her sweet drink on his tongue. It was more potent on his mouth than in her glass. She could get drunk on one sip of Ian Lawrence.
His hips pressed against her belly, and she knew she’d be going home with him tonight. Seven years was too long to wait for another naked dance with him.