Not your mother’s romance

Twisted Instincts

Jack of all trades, Jasmine Eckert, lives her life on her every whim. After years of working an unconventional range of jobs from construction to hair styling, she’s feeling the pressure to pick a direction, put down roots, and figure out what she wants out of life, once and for all. Before she can so much as give notice on her apartment, she overhears the Devlin Brothers talking about a missing child, labeled by the authorities as a serial runaway, and is overwhelmed by a bone-deep wave of kinship for a child she’s never met. Compelled to help, she sets out to prove her skills and life experience are just what the team needs to find their kid.

The last thing Luca Devlin needs is for Jasmine to swing her hips, flip her hair, and pepper him with barbs from her sassy mouth when every minute leads one step farther away from finding whoever is responsible for Tyler Mishler’s kidnapping. Not that Luca necessarily believes he’s been kidnapped, but Luca intends to humor his brothers’ suspicions, for now. Resentment consumes him at the thought of having their resources wasted on a runaway when real victims waited, precious clues ran cold, and children, just like his lost sister, suffered emotional, physical, and sexual torment while they prayed for someone, anyone, to save them. 

Despite every reason he should turn her away, Jasmine’s abilities could very well give him the edge he needs to prove that this kid is duping them all. Can he work side by side with the enticing Jasmine without ending up skin to skin and losing his skeptical heart?

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What readers are saying…

“If you like romantic suspense, you have to read these novellas by Casey Hagen. The characters & action hook you from the very beginning. There is a common thread running through the stories to tie them together. The Devlin brother’s sister, Alegra, was kidnapped years ago. Now, between Lily & Jasmine, they have the first clues in years.”     -PamD

“Fast paced,heart racing thrilling roller coaster ride. This series has it all,I love the snarky banter and the trust and love.”    -Nancy

“I love this series. I especially love the psychic element. It’s not a contrived stereotype of psychic ability but a researched and real representation. I have read all of Casey’s stories so far and can’t wait for the next!!”     -Amazon Customer

Excerpt:

Luca spun on his heel and pointed at her. “You. My office, now!”

Everyone froze at his order, and all eyes landed on them. “I’m not on the payroll. You can’t tell me what to do,” she said, her hands on her hips.

“Oh, you insisted you could help, so you bet your sweet ass I most certainly can. You and I are going to get a few things straight. Now, go,” he said, pointing to his door.

Four sets of eyes slid away from the scene he created with his outrageous demand. She would go into his office all right, because she had a few things to say, and he was going to listen.

She marched through the doorway, the sound of his footsteps hot on her heels. Five feet inside the door she whipped around, ready to give him hell, but instead the air whooshed out of her lungs when his arms surrounded her, his hands cupped her ass and he lifted her clean off the floor, plopping her indelicately onto the top of his desk.

“Ouch, what was that—”

His lips landed hard on hers, his chest expanding under the hands she slapped against his pecs as he sucked in a ragged breath.

His mouth slanted, and his tongue slid between her parted lips. The flash of heat between them burned away the temper that simmered below the surface, and with the nip of his teeth to her bottom lip, her hands slid around his ribcage and her fingertips curled into his back.

His taste filled her, her blood raced, and she squirmed at the shot of heat flooding between her thighs.

This was a damned kiss. She had spent years kissing men who had thought she wanted gentle, polite, or super-sensual.

She wanted raw.

She needed the all-consuming fire that took over and made two people tangled in gasps and moans crave not only the crafty dance of lips and the perfect fit of two hot bodies straining toward one another for release, but also the awkward gnash of teeth like teenagers navigating their first bout of passion.

Luca dove in, and that clash of their teeth made Jasmine burst out laughing into Luca’s mouth.

He pulled back a fraction and swiped his lip with his thumb and glanced down. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” She pressed her lips together and smiled in sheer delight.

He slapped his palms on either side of her hips and leaned into her. “Bullshit. I think you’re laughing at me and my lack of grace when kissing you.”

She grasped his chin and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Shows how well you know me, handsome. That was the best part of the kiss.”

He snorted. “You’re weird.”

“I know, but perfection bores me to tears. Now, if I recall, you had some words for me.”

His smile slipped, and he backed away. She said it in a flirty way, trying to keep things light, yet he took a step back in the direction of where he’d left his foul mood. “You’re fucking up my case,” he said.

She crossed her arms and kicked the leg she had crossed over her knee. “Or maybe I’m just what you need to solve it.”

He stepped up to a cabinet in the corner and pressed his thumb to a keypad. The sound of a locking mechanism sliding free punctuated the air. “You don’t listen for shit,” he said, before pulling open the door.

“Of course not. I’m an adult, not a child. I make my own decisions.”

He pulled out a gun, popped out the clip, and slid it back in. “And I’m lead on this case. Even my brothers would defer to me on this one, and they’re actual Alegra employees.”

“So, you’re saying I need to butt out,” she said, uncrossing her arms.

He put on a shoulder holster and slid the gun into the sheath. “That would be great.”

“And it’s not going to happen,” she said.

He grabbed a flannel shirt out of the closet and put it on over his T-shirt, concealing the gun. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

© Casey Hagen, Author