*~*Provoke by Missy Johnson Blog Tour – Excerpt & Giveaway*~*

Title: Provoke (Provoke Series, Book 1)

Author: Missy Johnson

Release Date: March 17, 2014

Mace Jordan was not the type of guy I expected to sweep me off my feet. I knew of the crowd he ran with, and they were bad news. But beyond that tough, biker exterior was a sweetheart, and one that treated me like his princess.
I liked being the good girl with the bad boy, but I never expected this. What I saw on his computer…I thought I knew him.

But I was wrong. So wrong…

If there was ever a bad time for me to fall for a chick it was now, but from the moment I saw Leeta, she had me. There was something special about her, and I had to have her. But I also had a job to do, and I couldn’t let her distract me from that. I couldn’t let her discover that side of me either. But she’s not stupid, and I know she’s getting close. God knows what she’ll do if she discovers the truth.

Or what she thinks is the truth.

Fuck, my head.

I forced open an eye and nearly vomited as the light shot through me. I felt…weird. Where the hell was I? I felt beside me, my fingers brushing past soft leather and the strap of a seatbelt.

I lifted my head, Mace slowly coming into focus in the drivers seat. He looked tense, his fingers curled so tightly around the wheel that his knuckles were white. I struggled to sit up. Why was I in the back? And why did I feel like I’d just skulled a whole bottle of vodka?

Next to me on the seat lay a rag. Picking it up, I screwed up my nose at the filthy strip of what I think used to be a bed sheet. Then I saw the bottle lying next to it. I reached for it, sure my eyes were playing tricks on me.

“Did you really just chloroform me?” I yelled, smashing my fists against the side window. I tried opening the door. Nothing. Damn child proof locks.

“I had to do something. You would listen,” he replied quietly, not taking his eyes off the road.

“So you chloroformed me?” I gasped, incredulous.

“You’re taking this way out of proportion, Leets. Calm the fuck down.”

“Stop the car right now Mace, or I swear to god…” My voice trailed off. I wouldn’t do shit, and he knew it.

“What? What are you gonna do? Call the police?” He laughed, his dark eyes leveling on me through the rear vision mirror. “You’re not going anywhere. Not yet.”

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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).

When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.