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Authors: Cristin Harber

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Black Dawn

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Contents

Title Page

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

CHAPTER FORTY

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

CHAPTER FIFTY

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

EPILOGUE

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

COPYRIGHT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BLACK DAWN

 

Cristin Harber

 

 

 

 

 

PROLOGUE

 

Matt Pindon threw back another shot. Only live once. Yup. That was his motto for the weekend. Hell, for his life. He and his boys were kicked back, shouting at the ladies and throwing a party for one of their buddies’ farewell to bachelor-dom. It was all good.

He stood and swayed, trying to remember if he’d eaten the meal he’d ordered at the bar earlier or if somewhere in this place sat a lonely burger and fries. He faltered when leaning to look for the food, thought better of it, then slid back on his barstool. Screw food anyway. It’d just kill his buzz.

“Matt, man, you gotta make it through tonight.” Parker shook his head, drinking a beer. “Enough, maybe?”

Matt slapped him on the back. Parker Black was a solid dude, one of his best buds. They had nothing in common anymore but could still sit around, share some war stories—though Parker’s were often
classified
, the asshole—and drink a good drink to have a good time. It worked out.

“Enough? Nope. Matter of fact”—he ran his numb tongue over the roof of his mouth, his gauge for just how plastered he was—“I need another beer.” Life was too good to him. He knew it. Owned. Played it. Another drink, another broad. It was all a game, and he lived to win. The odds were in his favor almost every time, so who was he to complain? He threw his arm up, flagging down the bartender. “Hey, another round.”

Parker shook his head again as he’d done so many times before. That shit grated on Matt’s nerves, but they were boys from the beginning. They came from nothing and nowhere together. Parker more than Matt, so as much as Matt needed Parker, he thought that Parker needed him too.
He
was Parker’s family. And that meant Matt wouldn’t tell Parker to quit the responsible guy routine.

The bartender arrived with a beer and a rag, wiping up and switching out the old for new. Matt grabbed the longneck and slugged half of it back.

“Seriously, man, you doing okay?” Parker asked.

“Always.” No way would Matt ’fess that he’d been fired—again—from another security job. If he didn’t watch his ass, he’d be slinging a Taser at the mall to catch shoplifters. Then again, if his fuckin’ douchebag bosses ever opened their damn eyes and saw that he had other shit going on, they might not make the mistake of firing him.

“Right.” Parker chuckled as though he didn’t believe him. “I’m out. Got a work thing I have to hit up sometime tonight.”

“See ya.” They bumped fists, and his buddy walked away.

That was Parker. Always working. The guy could’ve done half the crazy shit Matt had in high school, but he’d worked on breaking the mold for geeky nerd guys by clocking gym time. Then he could’ve done the real world alongside Matt, but nope, Parker chose a paid ride to a fancy college. And shit, now the dude was at a bachelor party and dipping out of a bar to
work
. What the hell?

Matt didn’t get it. Didn’t want to get it. What he wanted was a motherfuckin’ blow job from a pretty girl, to do another shot with his boys—where were they anyway?—then he wanted to pass out in his hotel room.

“Hey, is anyone sitting here?”

Matt shifted on his barstool and saw gorgeous. She was the kind of cool that rocked his world. Beautiful with a style that screamed sexy and confident, and
that
kind of scream he wanted in his bed tonight. Blond hair that was a shade darker than platinum and blue eyes that shone so light and bright in a bar of fussed-up, boozed-up women. This woman was out of his league, and that kind of challenge was a rarity.
Hell, challenge accepted.

“Seat just freed up.” He could throw down a line. Could try for something she hadn’t heard before, but she was the best of what New York City had to offer. Maybe she was a model. An actress? “How’s the night treating you?”

She smiled, took the seat, and paid no attention to him. Still, he didn’t feel a hard-to-get vibe. Nor did he get the too-good-for-you attitude. He got… nothing. She was just there, waiting to order a drink. How about that?

“I’m Matt.”

She tilted her head, letting strands of hair sweep over pale skin. “Lexi.”

“Here by yourself?”

“Nope. A work thing. A contest, I guess. I won. Yay me. So I’m here to celebrate.” She signaled the bartender then looked back over. “Hundreds of people are in town for my… work thing, so if you’re some creepy serial killer dude, look elsewhere. People would notice me missing.”

He laughed. “Let me celebrate with you.”

Her lips quirked at the corners. “Think you’ve celebrated enough already.”

“Nah, bachelor party. Night’s still young. It’s my job to get hammered.”

“And end up by yourself? Where are your buddies?”

“Honey, I couldn’t care less where they were, sitting next to the likes of you.”

She smiled primly and shut him down with a bat of her eyes. That was the problem. Couldn’t throw lines at a girl with class.

He laughed, drew back. “Too cheesy. I get it. You’re not that kind of girl, even if every man in this bar is praying that you are.”

Lexi pivoted on her barstool. “And what kind of girl is that?”

He worked his jaw back and forth, knowing he was too damn buzzed to keep her attention if he didn’t nail whatever was about to slip from his mouth. “A woman like you walks into a bar, and this man—hell, any man—prays for a look. Maybe a kiss. He wants a green light to get your number as much as he wants to take you to his room. There’s a whole lot going on in a lot of men’s heads right now, seeing as you appear to be a free agent walking into a bar that’s sausage city in the middle of NYC.”

She looked over his shoulder, her eyes drifting across the room. “Doubt that.”

“You aren’t even playing coy with me, are you?” He stole a glance over her curves. “That’s about one in a million.”

“I’ll make it easy for you, Matt.”

He leaned in. “You remembered my name.”

A gentle laugh fell from her lips. “I remember a lot.”

“Make it easy for me, peaches.”

She made a face. “Don’t expect a kiss. No crazy hotel room romp just because I sat next to you. I didn’t ride here—”

“You took the train from where?” Because he would offer to take her back. Damn.

A less-than-sweet smile curved her dangerously deceptive lips. “More like a Gixxer.”

“Like a GSX-R?”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Know something else that goes by Gixxer?”

That leather-clad, smoky-eyed beauty with all that power between her legs… “Fair warning, peaches. I might’ve just fallen in love.”

She laughed, downplaying what might have been the sexiest thing he could imagine. “I didn’t head three hours north to give my number to some man I’ll never see again—”

“I drove three hours. It’s meant to be.”

She gave him another disinterested smile. “I’m not trying to be rude—”

He blinked. “Where do you live?”

“Not here.”

“But
where
, peaches?”

“That’s not a cute name for me, thanks.”

“God, you seem like a sweet one.”

She tossed her head back and laughed. “Does that crap ever actually work?”

“You tell me.”

“You’re persistent,” she lobbed back.

“I’m who you were supposed to meet tonight. Trust me.”

Now it was her turn to blink slowly. “Maybe.”

The bartender finally showed up. “Need something?”

She stole her eyes away from Matt and ordered a beer.

A beer.
Longneck, domestic. In the bottle.
were her exact words. The motorcycle-riding princess was his wet dream incarnate. He’d joked about it before, but after her drink order, he was, without a doubt, in love. Or at least staking claim. Everything about her stole his heart. Or made him want to get her out the door, away from every other asshole there, and see what she would do next. This was the type of woman he’d never let go.

The bartender arrived with her beer. “Starting a tab?”

She shook her head. “No, just this one.”

“You and me, peaches.” Matt bounced his almost-empty beer bottle between his hands. “We’re going to start over.”

She shifted those baby-blue eyes up. “Didn’t realize we’d started anything to begin with.”

“Let me take you out to dinner. In DC. Where we both live.”

“I live in DC?”

“Three hours away.”

She assessed him. “I could’ve come from any direction.”

“Fate wouldn’t let you sit next to me if we weren’t supposed to meet.”

She studied him then sipped her beer. “Another line, Matt.”

He laughed. “Give me an answer, Lexi.”

“No, but I appreciate the invitation.”

He clutched a hand to his chest. “Oh, woman. You just killed me. Give me one reason to say no.”

“I don’t have to.”

“But you want to.”

She turned on her stool. “I don’t trust you. I don’t trust a single guy in this room.”

“Not even a little?” Everything about her made her more interesting. “Fine, fuck it. New approach.”

“Are you going to narrate every way you ask me out?” She laughed.

“Here’s the deal to prove my point. Give me your number. I’ll stop hitting on you and go find my buddies. We’ll do our thing, you head off to do yours. And within the week, I’ll give you a call. Dinner. In DC. Deal?”

She didn’t say yes.

He leaned closer. “If you don’t give me an answer on the date, I’m going to make a play to get you in bed right this damn second. You’ll love it. So win-win either way for you.”

“You’re kind of an ass.”

A guy tapped her shoulder.

What the motherfuck?
A territorial growl began in Matt’s chest.

The guy who could’ve been the poster boy for Geeks Without a Chance stepped closer. “Excuse me, are you—”

“No,” she answered before the guy finished the question.

“Back away, dick.” Matt threw a protective arm around her.

The shoulder-tapper backed up, tucking his tail like the little nerd boy he was. “Shit, man. Easy.”

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