A huge thank you to Lexi for letting me play in her world, and to Liz, and MJ for letting me enter the playground in the first place!

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Table of Contents

Book Description

About J. Kenner

Also by J. Kenner

An introduction to the Lexi Blake Crossover Collection

Author Acknowledgments

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

Epilogue

Discover the Lexi Blake Crossover Collection

Discover the World of 1001 Dark Nights

An excerpt from Tame Me by J. Kenner

Special Thanks

Prologue

I should never have let him get close, this man who swept into my life like living flame, beautifully wild and dangerously enticing.

Didn’t I know the risks? The price?

Wasn’t my soul already bruised and battered?

And yet he slipped through my defenses and edged close to my heart.

Now I’m balancing on a precipice, and all I can do is hope that, despite everything, he’ll catch me if I fall.

Chapter One

Riley Blade reeled back as the frog-faced man’s surprisingly strong punch landed soundly against his jaw, snapping Riley’s head back and pissing him off.

This, he thought. This was why he’d sworn to stay the fuck away from Los Angeles.

And yet here he was again, risking bullets and bruises when he could be downing a Scotch in one of the many bars that dotted the international terminal at LAX.

Clearly, he needed to have his head examined.

Then again, he thought as Froggy took another swing, maybe he should take the punch and see if it knocked some sense into him.

Since that option sounded more painful than practical, he shifted left to avoid the impact, swung his own arm up in a maneuver designed to both deflect and detain, then grabbed Froggy’s wrist and twisted the wiry punk around. By the time Froggy started to howl, Riley had him in a headlock.

“I warned you not to hit me,” he growled, to which Froggy replied with a heartfelt, though not very inventive, “Fuck you.”

“Not my type,” he said amiably, then spoke to the security team listening to the conversation through the hot mic and earpiece Riley wore. “All done. You wanna come relieve me of this piece of shit?”