Today is our stop on the pre-release tour for The Fixer by HelenKay Dimon! This sexy romance comes out on December 27th! Check out the book below and grab your copy today!
About The Fixer:He’s known only as Wren. A wealthy, dangerously secretive man, he specializes in making problems disappear. A professional fixer, Wren hides a dark past, but his privacy is shattered when Emery Finn seeks him out—and what she wants from him is very personal. Some people disappear against their will. Emery’s job is to find them and bring closure. Wren is the only person who can help solve Emery’s own personal mystery: the long-ago disappearance of her cousin. Just tracking down the sexy, brooding Wren is difficult enough. Resisting her body’s response to him will prove completely impossible. Anonymity is essential to Wren’s success, yet drawn by Emery’s loyalty and sensuality, he’s pulled out of the shadows. But her digging is getting noticed by the wrong people. And as the clues start to point to someone terrifyingly close, Wren will have to put his haunted past aside to protect the woman he loves.
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“That sounds like a terrible thing for me to do.”
“You don’t even know the terms.” That mouth and those full lips. Jesus, he couldn’t see anything else.
His usual self-control abandoned him. She sat about a foot away from him now, maybe less, and he’d gone into an uncharacteristic tailspin. Instead of following along and holding his ground, his mind wandered. Something about her threw off his concentration. He didn’t like the strange power she seemed to have over him, especially after such a short time.
Without thinking he took a sip of the coffee. The bitter liquid hit the back of his throat, reviving him. This is why he loved caffeine.
He tried to regain the upper hand, to the extent he ever possessed it. “I will track down the answer as to why my name was in the file and provide proof that I was not in the area when—”
“Proof I can corroborate. I’m not taking your word for it.”
He had never met a woman who made his eye twitch and had him thinking about kissing at the same time. “Speaking of charming.”
“Would you just believe anything I said?”
“Maybe.” He hated to admit that answer wasn’t a lie.
She clearly didn’t agree because she snorted. “Oh, please.”
A strange haze fell over him. It blocked the noise of the café and the constant shuffling of people around them. “In return for the intel, plus the corroboration, you will stop asking around about me. That’s a dangerous game.”
“You mean for you.”
“No, Emery, for you. You are not the only person who wants to know more about me. If you give any indication that you actually do, you could walk into trouble.”
She made a face. “This secrecy thing is a tad overdramatic, don’t you think?”
That sobered him. He had the bodyguards to prove it. “No.”
“It is when you combine it with the black suit . . .” She studied his jacket. “Do you own, like, twenty of them?”
He fought the urge to follow her gaze and look down. “We’re discussing my fashion choices?”
She shrugged. “Just making an observation, but yes. Fine. I’ll agree to your deal, but I won’t stop investigating you until I’m satisfied you’re telling the truth and not involved.”
It didn’t take a master negotiator to see the trap. This is what he did for a living. He knew how to bait and what to give up. He didn’t see that she was budging on much at all. “How are those good terms for me? I don’t win anything.”
“You poor thing.”
Her sarcasm nearly knocked him over. “You clearly don’t belong to the ‘a male ego is a fragile thing’ way of thinking.”
“I don’t care if it is or not. You’ll have to get someone else to stroke yours.”
The word vibrated through him. “Interesting.”