Surrender to
Love by J.C. Valentine Night Calls #3
Publication Date: July
19, 2016 (re-release)
Genres: Adult,
Contemporary, Erotic, Romance
Synopsis:
After finding herself
out of luck and out of love, Patricia Jacobs has written off the male species.
No one but her father has ever given her the love and devotion she knows she
deserves, and she’s sick and tired of it. Until she collides, literally, with a
man whose devastating smile and seductive charm that should be considered
illegal, destroys her plans. He’s everything she’s ever dreamed of in a man:
handsome, intelligent, successful, they share a love of cars and best of all;
he looks at her like she’s his light in the dark. What more could a girl ask
for?
Jonathon Bradshaw,
destroyed by a past that has haunted his every waking moment for the last five
years, isn’t looking for a serious relationship, until he meets Patricia.
Sweet, saucy and as hot as the summer is long, Jon can’t deny the draw he has
toward her. For the first time, he has hope. Determined to shake the ghosts of
his past, Jon focuses on forging a future with Patti, but he’s always been a
master at standing in his own way. When Jon’s past refuses to be
forgotten, will Patti be able to live with the truth about the man who’s stolen
her heart?
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Jon
stepped into Carnal with a blonde on one arm and a brunette on the other.
Stepping in beside them, his best friend and wingman, Travis, motioned to the
dance floor, and then melted into the throng with his own date.
Music
vibrated through his body as Jon carved a path through the crowd toward an
empty table in the back. He seated the women, and then squatted down between
them, motioning them closer so he could speak without shouting. “What can I get
you ladies to drink?”
“Grey
Goose,” the blonde told him, smiling demurely with lips so thick and glossy
they screamed sin.
“Martini,
dirty.” The brunette seated to his left wrapped her hand around his neck and
pulled his face to hers. Their mouths meshed, and she slipped her tongue inside
his, wasting no time letting him know where she expected this night to end.
Jon
pulled back with a lazy grin and wiped the excess moisture from his lips with
his fingertips. “That’s an order I have no problem filling. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Don’t
worry, baby,” the brunette cooed. “The only place we’re going tonight is down.”
Her gaze shifted to his crotch and Jon laughed, amused.
“Promises,
promises. I’m going to hold you to that,” he swore.
Striding
up to the bar, Jon found a sliver of space and positioned himself there,
raising his hand to call the bartender’s attention.
While
he waited, he took stock of the place. The downtown club was buzzing with
energy. Colored lighting flashed intermittently over the oblong dance floor.
Loud music from every direction pulsed in his ears. There were half-naked
bodies everywhere, dancing, groping, and draping themselves over the bar. It
was a veritable cesspool of debauchery, and he loved every bit of it.
The
bartender was finally making his way over when the seat beside him opened up
and a warm, lithe body slid in alongside him.
Jon
couldn’t help but appreciate the view. Long, pale hair flowed down to a
curvaceous backside and lean, tone legs clad in a pair of tight, white jeans
dangled from the stool she perched on. From the back, she was enough to stir
him to life. He wondered what effect she would have on him head-on.
When
the bartender approached his end of the bar and looked to him first, Jon shook
his head and tilted it toward the blonde beside him. “Take care of her first.
I’ll wait.”
The
bartender nodded, uncaring of who went first, and shifted his attention to her.
Turning on her seat, the friendly smile she wore turned shy when she looked up
and met his eyes.
How
cute. “Hi,” he said, deliberately dropping his voice lower.
“Hi.”
She smiled demurely, her long lashes touching her cheeks when she dropped her
gaze.
“What
are you having?” Jon asked, using the volume of the music as an excuse to slide
in a little closer. He rested one arm on the polished counter and leaned into
it, smiling down at her as her mind worked to keep up. He gestured to the man
waiting for them expectantly.
Her
cheeks colored and she cleared her throat. “Give me two rum and cokes, a long
island and Sam Adams,” she called out to the bartender who was waiting
patiently for their order.
While
he hurried off to fill it, Jon took the opportunity to fix her with a wide
smile. “You look nice tonight,” he told her, allowing his eyes to make a slow
perusal down her lush body. Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep his eyes from
making a second pass over her chest where her breasts were on full display
beneath the simple black tank top.
“Thanks,”
she said amicably. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, eliminating the
soft, silken screen obstructing his view of shapely shoulders covered in
perfect alabaster skin. “I’m Patti,” she said, turning in her chair and
offering him her hand.
He
took her delicate hand in his and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to
the back of it. “It’s a pleasure, Patti. I’m Jon.”
“Nice
to meet you, Jon.”
“Definitely.”
They smiled at one another, lost in each other’s eyes, until the bartender
returning with the drinks broke the spell. “It’s on me,” he told him, then
waved him away. Jon would come back to make his order after he was through with
Patti.
“Thanks,
but you didn’t have to do that.”
Jon
helped her gather up her drinks, holding them hostage to keep her around a
little longer. “I wanted to,” he said, casually slipping his hand around her
tiny waist to guide her through the crowd. She smiled up at him, her pale green
eyes sparkling beneath the strobe lights.
She
led him to a round table surrounded by several women, one of whom was very much
pregnant. Patti bent to unload the drinks and smiling faces turned to greet
her. Their expressions turned curious when they took notice of him hovering
behind her.
“Okay,
girls, I believe I got everyone.” Patti slapped her hands together, then jumped
around when she remembered he was still there. “Oh! My bad. Forgot the beer.”
She snatched the drink from his hands and took a long swallow.
All
eyes were on him, and Jon shifted uncomfortably. “Aren’t you going to introduce
us to your friend?” asked the one that looked like she was about to rupture
amniotic fluid at any moment.
He
watched as Patti’s chest rose and fell, a nervous laugh escaping her as she set
her drink on the table. “Piper, Poppy, Jules, Sheila, Lynn,” she said, pointing
her finger at each of them. “This is Jon. Jon, this is Lynn, Sheila, Jules,
Poppy, and Piper. Thanks for buying the drinks and helping me carry them,” she
said quickly. “I guess I’ll see you around?”
She
plunked down in her chair, effectively dismissing him, but Jon had other ideas.
“Hi,” he said, stepping forward with his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.”
The
one named Piper took his hand in hers, her face bright. “Hey, I didn’t
recognize you at first. Must be the lighting,” she said brightly, waving her
hand at the colored lights hanging overhead. “You grew up with Tate. I’m his
wife, Piper. We met in Vegas at the convention.”
Jon’s
smile grew in recognition. “That’s right. I remember you now. Wow,” he said,
looking down at her swollen abdomen. “You guys didn’t waste any time. When are
you due?”
She
laughed, running her palm over her stomach lovingly. “About five weeks left to
go.”
“And
Tate let you out of the house?” he asked, stunned. If she were his wife, he
wouldn’t let her within an arm’s reach of a club. They were too unpredictable,
too unsafe, too everything.
“I
don’t think I gave him much of a choice,” she said with a giggle.
“She
threatened to serve his balls to him on a silver platter,” Poppy leaned in and
shouted. “Hey, Jon. How’s it going?”
He
nodded to her. “It’s going. Where’s Felix tonight?”
Her
eyes clouded over and she sat back, her hand reaching out to fiddle with her
drink. “At home, I imagine.”
Jon’s
brows rose at the coldness of her tone, but he didn’t bother to follow up. He
was there to have a good time, not be drawn into female drama.
“So
wait,” the one across from him, Sheila, said with her palms facing out in front
of her. “You two know each other?”
“They
work for me,” Jon said, making a swiping motion with his finger at Poppy and
Piper.
“And
how do you know Patti?”
“Oh,
he doesn’t. We just met up at the bar,” Patti explained.
“You
work fast, huh?” Sheila remarked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively at him.
He
shrugged. “What can I say, when I see something I like…” He trailed off
meaningfully. Patti’s eyes lifted from the table and he caught them, holding her
trapped in his gaze for one
long,
intense moment. He wanted her to know he was interested, and judging by the
flush of her cheeks, she’d heard him loud and clear.
His
smile fell when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his neck.
“Hey,
baby, I was wondering where you disappeared to. What are you doing all the way
over here?”
Patti
glanced over her shoulder at the sound of feminine voices. It took her a second
to assess the situation, and he watched as her nose scrunched in disgust. When
her eyes slid back to him, she wore a blank expression and for some reason, that
put a knot in his stomach.
Jon
turned his head and found himself looking at two sets of annoyed eyes. “I was
just getting ready to head back.” He patted the arm wrapped around his neck and
she took the hint, releasing him and moving back a step. “Why don’t you go
order the drinks for me and I’ll catch up in a minute?” He gave his dates a
small, encouraging smile, hoping they’d leave quickly.
They
did, reluctantly. He watched them go, his mind turning over how to explain what
had just happened. He couldn’t come up with a damn thing. Hoping to appear
nonchalant, he turned back to the table, the heat from the women’s eyes
threatening to scorch him. The only one who wasn’t looking at him was Patti. He
swallowed tightly. “I should get back,” he said slowly. “To my, uh…”
“Friends?”
Patti asked pleasantly, though the look she turned on him made him feel like
the biggest dick who ever existed.
“Right,
friends,” he said regretfully. Standing, he cast a friendly smile around the
table, but the only one he was really interested in seeing it was the woman who
refused to look up at him. “Have a good evening, ladies.” With nothing left to
say that wouldn’t make him look worse than he already did, he moved through the
crush of dancers to find his dates.
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About J.C. Valentine
J.C. Valentine is the
USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward
Fighters Series and the Forbidden Series. Her vivid imagination and love of
words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age,
which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and
family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry. J.C. earned her own happily
ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the
Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend
much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the
many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she
holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her
editing for fellow authors.
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