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  Bullet Proof

  By Avery Flynn

  A MacKenzie Family Novella

  Introduction by Liliana Hart

  Bullet Proof A MacKenzie Family Novella Copyright 2016 Avery Flynn ISBN: 978-1-942299-30-1

  Introduction copyright 2016 Liliana Hart

  Published by Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.

  BOOK DESCRIPTION

  Bullet Proof

  by Avery Flynn

  From Liliana Hart's New York Times bestselling MacKenzie family comes a new story by bestselling author Avery Flynn...

  "Being one of the good guys is not my thing."

  Bianca Sutherland isn't at an exclusive Eyes-Wide-Shut style orgy for the orgasms. She's there because the only clue to her friend's disappearance is a photo of a painting hanging somewhere in Bisu Manor. Determined to find her missing friend when no one else will, she expects trouble when she cons her way into the party--but not in the form of a so-hot-he-turns-your-panties-to-ash former boxer.

  Taz Hazard's only concern is looking out for himself and he has no intention of changing his ways until he finds sexy-as-sin Bianca at the most notorious mansion in Ft. Worth. Now, he's tangled up in a missing person case tied into a powerful new drug about to flood the streets, if they can't find a way to stop it before its too late. Taking on a drug cartel isn't safe, but when passion ignites between them Taz and Bianca discover their hearts aren't bulletproof either.

  ABOUT AVERY FLYNN

  Avery Flynn is an award winning romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

  She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their ahem other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

  Find out more about Avery on her website (averyflynn.com), follow her on Twitter (@AveryFlynn) and Pinterest (pinterest.com/AveryFlynnBooks), and like her on her Facebook page (facebook.com/AveryFlynnAuthor).

  Join her street team, The Flynnbots, and receive special sneak peeks, prizes and early access to her latest releases!

  Also, if you figure out how to send Oreos through the Internet, she'll be your best friend for life.

  Contact her at [email protected]. She'd love to hear from you!

  ALSO BY AVERY FLYNN

  The Killer Style Series High-Heeled Wonder (Killer Style 1)

  This Year's Black (Killer Style 2)

  Make Me Up (Killer Style 3)

  Designed For Murder (Killer Style 4)

  The Laytons Series Dangerous Kiss (Laytons 1)

  Dangerous Flirt (Laytons 2)

  Dangerous Tease (Laytons 3)

  The Retreat Series Dodging Temptation (The Retreat Book 1)

  Sweet Salvation Brewery Series Enemies on Tap (Sweet Salvation Brewery 1)

  Hollywood on Tap (Sweet Salvation Brewery 2)

  Trouble on Tap (Sweet Salvation Brewery 3)

  Novellas

  Hot Dare (Dare to Love Kindle World) Daring Ink (Dare to Love Kindle World) Betting the Billionaire

  Jax and the Beanstalk Zombies (Fairy True 1) Big Bad Red (Fairy True 2)

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  A huge thank you to Liliana Hart and the Evil Eye team for letting me be a part of this amazing project. Being a part of the MacKenzie clan was a real thrill! As always, I couldn't have written Bulletproof without the support and emergency Oreos from the uber talented Kimberly Kincaid and Robin Covington, not to mention the Flynnbots who are always willing to post hot guy inspiration pics--seriously, those always make the world a better place.

  AN INTRODUCTION TO THE MACKENZIE FAMILY WORLD

  Dear Readers,

  I'm thrilled to be able to introduce the MacKenzie Family World to you. I asked five of my favorite authors to create their own characters and put them into the world you all know and love. These amazing authors revisited Surrender, Montana, and through their imagination you'll get to meet new characters, while reuniting with some of your favorites.

  These stories are hot, hot, hot--exactly what you'd expect from a MacKenzie story--and it was pure pleasure for me to read each and every one of them and see my world through someone else's eyes. They definitely did the series justice, and I hope you discover five new authors to put on your auto-buy list.

  Make sure you check out Troublemaker, a brand new, full-length MacKenzie novel written by me. And yes, you'll get to see more glimpses of Shane before his book comes out next year.

  So grab a glass of wine, pour a bubble bath, and prepare to Surrender.

  Love Always,

  Liliana Hart

  Available now! Click to purchase.

  Trouble Maker by Liliana Hart

  Rush by Robin Covington

  Bullet Proof by Avery Flynn

  Delta: Rescue by Cristin Harber

  Deep Trouble by Kimberly Kincaid

  Desire & Ice by Christopher Rice

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Book Description

  About Avery Flynn

  Also by Avery Flynn

  Author Acknowledgments

  An introduction to the MacKenzie Family World by Liliana Hart

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Discover the Liliana Hart MacKenzie Family Collection

  Discover the World of 1001 Dark Nights

  Trouble on Tap by Avery Flynn

  Special Thanks

  CHAPTER ONE

  Taz Hazard dropped the keys to his classic 1957 Porsche 356 Speedster into the valet's open hand, strutted through the double doors of Bisu Manor, and stopped dead in his tracks.

  What in the hell was she doing here?

  The sharks in Armani tuxedos circled her like she was a bikini beauty who'd swum too far from shore, which she sure as fuck had. Bianca Sutherland might look the part in her blue silk gown slit to her hip in the front revealing a long, tan leg that went on for miles, but she was way out of her depth in this members-only private affair where the entertainment for the evening would be watching Ft. Worth's richest lose their inhibitions along with their clothing at Texas's most exclusive private sex clubs.

  Bianca looked all of twenty, but Taz knew she was twenty-five, plenty old enough to play the games at Bisu Manor, but she didn't belong here. Not where every asshole with an oversized bank account could--and would--push every boundary she had. Not where he'd have to watch others touch what he'd fantasized about since the first time she'd walked into his Devil's Dip Gym popping a wad of gum and declaring she wanted to make herself bulletproof. Not where he'd have to hear her sweet cries of pleasure that he hadn't caused. Listening to her determined grunts as she landed a solid jab to the hanging bag was torture enough.

  Giggling at something one of the sharks said, she looked up. He knew the moment she spotted him because one, his cock woke up and said hello to its favorite wet dream and two, her eyes widened, showing off every one of the fifty shade
s of brown in her hazel irises. Then, the brat lifted her chin and deliberately looked away, giving her companion a sexy smile that practically had the asswipe coming in his pants.

  Taz fisted his hands, the same ones that had gotten him a shot at the light heavyweight belt, and tried to remember why he shouldn't beat the dickhead's face in. He took one step forward, that familiar pre-fight anticipation dipped in adrenaline flowing through him. From the early days on the street to the grand finale in Vegas, his favorite moment of any fight had been the moment between ducking under the ropes and the first punch. Since he'd hung up his gloves, the closest he'd ever felt to that thrill was the no-strings public sex when he plunged deep into a Ft. Worth socialite who wouldn't have given a street kid like him a second look before he'd parlayed his boxing winnings into more millions than he could spend in a lifetime.

  Bianca glanced up. The look lasted just for a second but it was more than enough time for him to see the dare she telegraphed to him.

  Oh, Kitten, do you really want to play? You are totally out of your league here.

  He shouldn't. She was his client. Another rich bitch with a colossal overestimation of just how much she could get away with thanks to Daddy's money and Mommy's social connections. But wouldn't it be fun to show her just how deep the water was that she was in? Really, he'd be doing her a favor. Better he teach her that lesson rather than the sharks looking to take a bite out of Bisu's new meat.

  Releasing his fists, he strode toward her, cutting through the people dressed for the opera instead of a sex party at a fifteen million dollar mansion in one of the most exclusive Ft. Worth neighborhoods. He ignored the people who called out to him, women he'd fucked and men who wanted to watch--or more. His focus had pinpointed down to the brunette with the dick-sucking lips, blood-draining curves, and smartass mouth that gave just as good as she got.

  Her gaze flickered his way again and she twisted a long dark caramel wave that had slipped from her topknot around her pink-tipped finger as she chewed on that full bottom lip.

  That's right, Kitten. I'm coming for you.

  The crowd around her parted as he approached. Smart people. He was a dangerous man to anyone who stood between him and what he wanted--and he wanted to teach Bianca Sutherland a lesson.

  Wrapping one hand around her narrow waist, he pulled her close so she was molded against his larger frame. "Kitten, are you teasing these nice gentlemen?"

  "Excuse me?" she asked in that throaty alto of hers.

  Ignoring her, he turned his attention to the nervous sharks already swimming backward. "It seems Kitten didn't tell you gentlemen that she's mine and I'm not sharing." He slid his gaze over to her, noting the blush curving around her heavy tits and the peaks of her nipples pushing against the silk of her dress. "At least not tonight. I may let you watch. Kitten does love to be pet."

  With a few skittish chuckles, the sharks swam away, looking for easier prey in the ocean that made up the walnut, marble, and crystal decor of Bisu Manor.

  She spun to face him, the move bringing her eye level with his chin even in her four-inch heels. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

  Feisty, just like he liked his women. "Funny, that was the exact question I was about to ask you, Kitten."

  "Stop calling me that." She pressed against his chest. The vein along her neck went into overdrive and she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.

  "I think it fits you--soft, cute, young and yet still with claws."

  "You better hope I don't sink them into you after that stunt." Her nails bit into his chest before she pushed off of him, putting an arm's length of space between them.

  It felt like miles. He wanted--needed--her against him again. Fuck. This was trouble. She was dangerous. He hadn't been this turned on and focused on one goal since... He cut the thought down to a nub before it had a chance to develop. That was not where he was going tonight.

  "Kitten, you should know better than to try to take on the big dogs." He drug the back of his fingers down the front of her dress, over the generous curve and stiff nipple. "You're not wearing anything underneath this silk, are you?"

  Her nipple became even more pointed. "That's none of your busin--"

  "Is the silk cool against your hot skin?" He pinched the nub, loving how her eyes softened with desire. "Or are you making it as hot as you are?"

  An excited buzz in the room partnered with movement at the top of the stairs snagged his attention. Oliver and Amelia Davies-Smythe stood looking down at the goings-on. As always his sixth sense clanged to life, the one that told him a punch was coming before his opponent even lifted a gloved hand. He didn't have a reason, just a gut feeling that had his mental fists up whenever he interacted with the couple.

  The English transplants ran Bisu Manor but rarely mixed with the well-heeled company. Tonight seemed to be the exception as the couple descended the stairs and headed straight toward Bianca and him.

  "Do you know them?" she asked.

  "Yes."

  "Introduce me."

  "They'll want to play." A warning? A hope? Fuck, Bianca had his thinking so twisted he wasn't sure himself.

  She glided her palm up his inner thigh and over his concrete dick, pushing against his tuxedo pants. "Then we play." She glanced up at him and he caught a sliver of doubt before her game face slid into place. "But they can only watch."

  If she wanted a public lesson, he wasn't about to deny her. In fact, he was looking forward to giving her every inch of what she wanted.

  Bianca Sutherland was so fucked, and not in the way her hot trainer was thinking--or the way she'd fantasized about involving the tightly wound hottie.

  The dude was a certifiable control freak, but with his tawny skin, light green eyes, curly black hair, and trim beard framing thick lips, he was also total jilling-off material. Add to it the hard, muscular powerful body of a boxer who never really stopped training and it was no wonder that she had a hard time concentrating when he told her what to do when it came to punching, jabbing, and delivering a killer uppercut.

  She was good with that at the Devil's Dip Gym, but here, when she was a woman on a mission? Oh, hell no.

  Of course, this was what she got for jumping in blind when she found out Gidget Harms was missing and no one was doing a damn thing to look for her. Why should they? The police chalked it up to another in the long line of craziness from the perfume heiress of Ft. Worth. Her parents couldn't be bothered to cut short their cruise around South America to look for their only child. The rest of her family? Nonexistent, as far as Bianca could tell. That left her and she wasn't about to leave one of her sisters from St. B's Reform School for Rich Bitches behind, even if she hadn't seen her in years.

  So she'd made yet another deal with the devil, otherwise known as Taz Hazard, the hottest man with the most ridiculous name in Ft. Worth.

  His strong fingers played on her hip, sending little electric jolts straight down to her clit. "Let me do the talking."

  "I can speak for myself." Damn, she hated not being able to hide the hungry want in her voice. Focus, Bianca. "I have questions for them."

  "Trust me," he said as he moved his hand so it cupped the back of her neck and his thumb stroked the sensitive spot behind her earlobe. "This isn't the time."

  Watching the Davies-Smythes approach, the hushed crowd parting automatically for them as if they were demigods, Bianca fought not to melt into a puddle at Taz's feet. "I may not get another chance."

  His hand tensed. Someone wasn't used to being defied. Poor hot boy doesn't like to hear no. What a shocker.

  "Why do you need to talk to them?"

  "None of your business." The last thing she needed was to be patted on the head like a dumb little girl by one more man when she explained that Gidget wouldn't have just run off.

  Okay, she would run off but she wouldn't go without letting anyone know, without finding someone to take care of her French Bulldog, Oui Oui, or without her cell. The girl hadn't updated her I
nstagram in a week. Shit was wrong.

  "What are you into, Kitten?"

  "Keep asking that question and you'll get my claws."

  "That smart mouth of yours really needs to get put to better use." He sighed. "Follow my lead and you'll have access to them anytime you want."

  Right, because she couldn't possibly manage to get a few answers herself. After all, it's not like she managed to get an invite to the most exclusive Eyes Wide Shut lifestyle party in the state of Texas by herself. She was well on her way to getting her state private investigation and security contractor license. Mr. Sexy But Bossy may not realize it, but there was a helluva lot more to her than some poor little rich girl.

  "I had a plan of my own already," she said, unable to keep the annoyance out of her tone. "Make your introductions and you're welcome to wander off with any of the women watching you like you're the last piece of chocolate on the first day of their period."

  Determined dominance radiated off of him in waves. "You're not getting rid of me while you're in this house."

  Refusing to be cowed, she raised her chin. "Then don't expect me to keep my mouth shut."

  "Bianca," he said in a harsh whisper that wobbled on the edge of losing control. "I know them. You're new. Anything that comes from you will be suspicious. What do you want to know?"

  Damn. Why did he have to make a quality argument? The Davies-Smythes were only a few yards away from where she and Taz stood. She had half a heartbeat to decide. She couldn't explain it, but her gut went with Taz. Mutinous bastard. "Their art collection."

  If he had questions, he didn't have time to voice them before the couple stopped in front of them. Both were tall, sexy, and pale as her mother's wedding China, and yet they were as untouchable as an emerald under glass. And these two ran sex parties? Chalk one up to looks being deceiving.

  "Mr. Hazard, it's always a good night when you honor us with your presence," Amelia said, her honeyed upper-class British voice like a cheese grater against Bianca's skin. "Won't you introduce us to this lovely creature?"