Monday, October 31, 2011
Annabelle Weston's Winner - Anna!
Anna, you're the winner of Annabelle's contest. Email her at writer@elizaknight.com and she'll send you your prize. :) Congratulations!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Welcome Author Annabelle Weston
I'm delighted to welcome my dear friend and fellow Ellora's Cave author, Annabelle Weston today. Annabelle's delicious new book, Wicked Women, just released. Wow, talk about steamy! Annabelle's here to share some tips to help our love lives sizzle and give one lucky commenter a chance to win a copy of the ebook. Welcome, Annabelle!
Tara, thanks so much for hosting me today and my debut Ellora’s Cave release, WICKED WOMAN!
My heroine O’Dell is a wicked woman… Partly because she has to be survive, but also because she just loves to stir up trouble—and loves to be sexy! Today I thought I’d post the ten things you can do to be a wicked, sexy woman…
Tell me some things that you do to be a sexy, and you’ll be entered to win an ebook copy of WICKED WOMAN! (Drawing tomorrow.)
ABOUT THE BOOK:
There are some things a man can’t walk away from. Nathan Bender is on a quest for vengeance. What he finds is sexy saloon-dolly O’Dell Murphy. She holds the information he needs—and becomes a temptation he can’t resist.
O’Dell longs for a respectable life outside the saloon. When the man Nathan is searching for steals O’Dell’s savings, she has no choice but to go after him.
Torn between passion and revenge, Nathan reluctantly accompanies O’Dell through the Sonoran Desert. There are some things a man can’t walk away from—and Nathan is finding it’s not revenge that binds him. It’s O’Dell, and the wicked, sinful pleasure she provides.
Reader Advisory: This book contains violence and a brief depiction of rape.
Nathan’s gaze shifted to a strawberry-maned dolly who’d sidled up next to him, dressed in dark-red silk with black lace that showed off her handsome figure. A black feather swayed in her curls. She’d painted her lips and eyes and had a fair amount of red powder dabbed on her cheeks.
She was a damn fine-looking woman—hell, his cock did a little twitch in his britches—but he was in no mood for company.
The barkeep set one of the shot glasses in front of him and poured out a full glass.
“Make that two,” Nathan said, reevaluating the situation. Maybe this dolly knew something about three men passing through and talking big.
“Say thanks.” She winked at him with amber-colored eyes. When she’d been served, she lifted her glass. “Here’s to a long and dusty trail.”
Nathan lifted his whiskey and she clinked glasses as if this were some kind of celebration.
He threw back the entire glass and relished the burn in his throat all the way down to his innards.
“Alvin, bring over the bottle,” she said, her voice as smooth as silk sheets. “This hombre looks thirsty.”
The barkeep set a half-full bottle on the bar. She poured Nathan a second glass, her soft fingers brushing against his as she handed it to him. Just that single touch sent lightning to boil his blood. He gritted his teeth against the desire even the briefest of contact could create. What was with him? The woman’s hand touched his and he wanted to toss her on top the bar and make her entire body shake and shiver again and again. He shook his head. He was here for a drink, nothing more.
“My name is O’Dell.” She turned her bare shoulder in his direction, a move calculated to entice a man.
“Nathan.”
Her eyes sparkled as she licked a drop of whiskey off her bottom lip. His eyes narrowed in on the pink tongue, imagining what else that tongue could do.
Goddamn, man. Your family’s been annihilated and all you can do is think of sex. Guilt was usually just the thing to tamp down a man’s desire but not with this woman… There was something about her. He felt she could take all his pain away with her touch. And that tongue…
He had to turn away before he licked her lip too.
“You got a last name?” She trailed a hand along his arm and nipped at his ear.
He swallowed hard as a shiver raced along his flesh. “Nathan Bender.”
She leaned her back against the bar and rested both elbows on it, giving Nathan a better view of her wares. His breath hitched up a notch. Large pink breasts showed from the tight bodice of her bawdy gown and pushed beyond the limits of propriety. Without too much effort, he could make out the rosy rims of her nipples.
She was taller than the average woman and appeared to be twenty-five or six. He could be wrong. Saloon life aged a woman and this dolly had some wear on her. No amount of paint could cover the creases in the corners of her eyes or the lines around her lips.
But age didn’t appear to have dampened her spirit—nor did it detract from her appeal.
She pressed her soft breasts against his arm, her eyes begging for him to stroke her. Without thinking, he palmed her breast, his thumb sliding over her turgid nipple. Her smile was infectious, her eyes darkened with desire, but he pulled his hand away, turned his attention to his drink, hating how he could be so easily tempted.
His gaze wandered back to take a second look. How long had it been since he’d slid between the sheets with a woman? Too long. He imagined this fiery redhead lifting her skirts for him, turning over a barstool and raising her plump creamy bottom up in the air so he could take her from behind. He almost groaned aloud.
Her glossy, vibrant hair bespoke of the fire in her spirit, and the wicked glint in her amber eyes spoke of fire in the bedroom too. Her luscious curves didn’t help matters. He couldn’t stop staring at her, wondering how her ass would feel as he gripped it in his hands.
And from the way she was gazing at him, she knew every little detail he was thinking. She captivated him. She had just what a man needed—if he didn’t have more important considerations to attend to, which he did.
That flame-gold hair captured his imagination—his hands running through it, tugging her head to the side so he could sample the flavor of her neck. He stifled the urges most men were a slave to, picked up his glass and threw the molten lava down. He swallowed and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.
She wiggled against him. “I haven’t seen you in the Lonesome before, Nathan Bender.”
“I’m not from around here,” he finally said, noting his voice sounded gravelly. His cock strained the fabric of his britches. Hell, he needed to get control of himself. He was acting like a farm boy with his first dairy maid.
She nodded, sliding her hands along his chest and down over his stomach. “You look like you’ve been on the trail a while.”
“Just got in from driving a herd to Abilene.”
“Is that so?” She moved her hands lower, resting them on his thighs before boldly sliding up to grip his erection, stroking his length through the fabric of his pants. “Will you be wanting a room, then? You and me can have a little fun—actually, a lot of fun from the size of things.”
Nathan’s eyes closed for a brief second as she stroked him into oblivion. He wanted to say yes, if only to lose himself for a moment, to forget the past twenty-four hours. He leaned forward, the space of a breath between their lips. She closed the distance, her mouth, tangy with whiskey, settling on his. Her tongue flicked out teasingly at the corners of his lips, her hand still rigorously stroking his cock.
He placed his hands on her hips. She didn’t resist as he tugged her closer. When he tried to kiss her, she turned her head. He settled instead for the sweet spot behind her ear. Slid his tongue to her shoulder and then to the creamy mounds of her breasts.
She moaned and replaced her hands with the junction of her thighs—the heat of which he could feel through both of their clothes. Her hands rested on his shoulder, encouraging him further. He nipped at the fleshy tops of her breasts and then tugged her gown just a fraction of an inch and was rewarded with a sweet pink nipple in his mouth.
Cheers went up around the saloon, pulling Nathan back to the present. What was he doing? Was he going to screw the pain away? Would rutting this saloon wench in front of a crowd help him find his brother’s killer? The answer was no.
He pulled away, leaving O’Dell watching him, and his cock throbbing to plant itself deep inside her.
He turned back to the whiskey. The drink didn’t expect shit from him—it just had to be drunk.
Nothing against her, but grief had left him a cold bastard and a woman’s touch had lost its appeal. Surprisingly, the woman didn’t leave. He wouldn’t have been surprised to see her move on to some other bastard willing to pay for a fuck but she didn’t. Instead, concern flickered in her eyes.
He grabbed the bottle and poured himself another drink. “I’m looking for someone.”
“Perhaps I can help.”
Nathan clutched the glass. “Perhaps you can.”
PURCHASE LINK
My heroine O’Dell is a wicked woman… Partly because she has to be survive, but also because she just loves to stir up trouble—and loves to be sexy! Today I thought I’d post the ten things you can do to be a wicked, sexy woman…
· * Be bold… Don’t be afraid to approach your man with total confidence. Tell him what you want… (Remember, being confident does not mean being arrogant.)
· * Show off your assets to their best advantage (push up bras often do the same for our décolletage that a corset used to do.)
· * Learn how to play poker—and play it well.
· * Flirt outrageously.
· * Wear matching, lacy, sexy, lingerie or panties (or be totally bold and wear no panties at all!)
· * Smile often—it is more inviting. A wicked smile also offers sensual promise.
· * Work out, dance, ride a horse. It will make you more confident and will make you feel sexier. The more confidence and sex appeal you ooze the more likely your man will be to find you irresistible.
· * Act like a lady, and demand that you are treated like a lady. Showing that you respect yourself is a turn on for a man.
· * Enjoy sex, shout it out, be bold and daring in the bedroom. Make sure your man knows how much you want him, and how much he makes you feel like a lady.
· * Know just how to pleasure a man… (I have a friend who suggest *winks* BJ Thursdays).
Tell me some things that you do to be a sexy, and you’ll be entered to win an ebook copy of WICKED WOMAN! (Drawing tomorrow.)
ABOUT THE BOOK:
There are some things a man can’t walk away from. Nathan Bender is on a quest for vengeance. What he finds is sexy saloon-dolly O’Dell Murphy. She holds the information he needs—and becomes a temptation he can’t resist.
O’Dell longs for a respectable life outside the saloon. When the man Nathan is searching for steals O’Dell’s savings, she has no choice but to go after him.
Torn between passion and revenge, Nathan reluctantly accompanies O’Dell through the Sonoran Desert. There are some things a man can’t walk away from—and Nathan is finding it’s not revenge that binds him. It’s O’Dell, and the wicked, sinful pleasure she provides.
Reader Advisory: This book contains violence and a brief depiction of rape.
An Excerpt From: WICKED WOMAN
Copyright © ANNABELLE WESTON, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
She was a damn fine-looking woman—hell, his cock did a little twitch in his britches—but he was in no mood for company.
The barkeep set one of the shot glasses in front of him and poured out a full glass.
“Make that two,” Nathan said, reevaluating the situation. Maybe this dolly knew something about three men passing through and talking big.
“Say thanks.” She winked at him with amber-colored eyes. When she’d been served, she lifted her glass. “Here’s to a long and dusty trail.”
Nathan lifted his whiskey and she clinked glasses as if this were some kind of celebration.
He threw back the entire glass and relished the burn in his throat all the way down to his innards.
“Alvin, bring over the bottle,” she said, her voice as smooth as silk sheets. “This hombre looks thirsty.”
The barkeep set a half-full bottle on the bar. She poured Nathan a second glass, her soft fingers brushing against his as she handed it to him. Just that single touch sent lightning to boil his blood. He gritted his teeth against the desire even the briefest of contact could create. What was with him? The woman’s hand touched his and he wanted to toss her on top the bar and make her entire body shake and shiver again and again. He shook his head. He was here for a drink, nothing more.
“My name is O’Dell.” She turned her bare shoulder in his direction, a move calculated to entice a man.
“Nathan.”
Her eyes sparkled as she licked a drop of whiskey off her bottom lip. His eyes narrowed in on the pink tongue, imagining what else that tongue could do.
Goddamn, man. Your family’s been annihilated and all you can do is think of sex. Guilt was usually just the thing to tamp down a man’s desire but not with this woman… There was something about her. He felt she could take all his pain away with her touch. And that tongue…
He had to turn away before he licked her lip too.
“You got a last name?” She trailed a hand along his arm and nipped at his ear.
He swallowed hard as a shiver raced along his flesh. “Nathan Bender.”
She leaned her back against the bar and rested both elbows on it, giving Nathan a better view of her wares. His breath hitched up a notch. Large pink breasts showed from the tight bodice of her bawdy gown and pushed beyond the limits of propriety. Without too much effort, he could make out the rosy rims of her nipples.
She was taller than the average woman and appeared to be twenty-five or six. He could be wrong. Saloon life aged a woman and this dolly had some wear on her. No amount of paint could cover the creases in the corners of her eyes or the lines around her lips.
But age didn’t appear to have dampened her spirit—nor did it detract from her appeal.
She pressed her soft breasts against his arm, her eyes begging for him to stroke her. Without thinking, he palmed her breast, his thumb sliding over her turgid nipple. Her smile was infectious, her eyes darkened with desire, but he pulled his hand away, turned his attention to his drink, hating how he could be so easily tempted.
His gaze wandered back to take a second look. How long had it been since he’d slid between the sheets with a woman? Too long. He imagined this fiery redhead lifting her skirts for him, turning over a barstool and raising her plump creamy bottom up in the air so he could take her from behind. He almost groaned aloud.
Her glossy, vibrant hair bespoke of the fire in her spirit, and the wicked glint in her amber eyes spoke of fire in the bedroom too. Her luscious curves didn’t help matters. He couldn’t stop staring at her, wondering how her ass would feel as he gripped it in his hands.
And from the way she was gazing at him, she knew every little detail he was thinking. She captivated him. She had just what a man needed—if he didn’t have more important considerations to attend to, which he did.
That flame-gold hair captured his imagination—his hands running through it, tugging her head to the side so he could sample the flavor of her neck. He stifled the urges most men were a slave to, picked up his glass and threw the molten lava down. He swallowed and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.
She wiggled against him. “I haven’t seen you in the Lonesome before, Nathan Bender.”
“I’m not from around here,” he finally said, noting his voice sounded gravelly. His cock strained the fabric of his britches. Hell, he needed to get control of himself. He was acting like a farm boy with his first dairy maid.
She nodded, sliding her hands along his chest and down over his stomach. “You look like you’ve been on the trail a while.”
“Just got in from driving a herd to Abilene.”
“Is that so?” She moved her hands lower, resting them on his thighs before boldly sliding up to grip his erection, stroking his length through the fabric of his pants. “Will you be wanting a room, then? You and me can have a little fun—actually, a lot of fun from the size of things.”
Nathan’s eyes closed for a brief second as she stroked him into oblivion. He wanted to say yes, if only to lose himself for a moment, to forget the past twenty-four hours. He leaned forward, the space of a breath between their lips. She closed the distance, her mouth, tangy with whiskey, settling on his. Her tongue flicked out teasingly at the corners of his lips, her hand still rigorously stroking his cock.
He placed his hands on her hips. She didn’t resist as he tugged her closer. When he tried to kiss her, she turned her head. He settled instead for the sweet spot behind her ear. Slid his tongue to her shoulder and then to the creamy mounds of her breasts.
She moaned and replaced her hands with the junction of her thighs—the heat of which he could feel through both of their clothes. Her hands rested on his shoulder, encouraging him further. He nipped at the fleshy tops of her breasts and then tugged her gown just a fraction of an inch and was rewarded with a sweet pink nipple in his mouth.
Cheers went up around the saloon, pulling Nathan back to the present. What was he doing? Was he going to screw the pain away? Would rutting this saloon wench in front of a crowd help him find his brother’s killer? The answer was no.
He pulled away, leaving O’Dell watching him, and his cock throbbing to plant itself deep inside her.
He turned back to the whiskey. The drink didn’t expect shit from him—it just had to be drunk.
Nothing against her, but grief had left him a cold bastard and a woman’s touch had lost its appeal. Surprisingly, the woman didn’t leave. He wouldn’t have been surprised to see her move on to some other bastard willing to pay for a fuck but she didn’t. Instead, concern flickered in her eyes.
He grabbed the bottle and poured himself another drink. “I’m looking for someone.”
“Perhaps I can help.”
Nathan clutched the glass. “Perhaps you can.”
PURCHASE LINK
Friday, October 21, 2011
Welcome Author Berengaria Brown!
I'm pleased to welcome Berengaria Brown today. Berengaria's here to discuss her latest release, the very steamy Cocksure. Welcome, Berengaria!
Please tell us a little about your story, Cocksure.
Lloyd is a loner. He doesn’t believe he’ll ever find a partner he can love. So he spends his evenings drinking in gay bars, either getting drunk or going off with a stranger. But then he meets KC and his world changes.
KC’s not about to let Lloyd harden his heart to the possibilities between them. KC knows Lloyd’s the man for him and he’ll use whatever hot, dirty and sexy persuading he has to in order win his man over. http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-cocksure-608368-145.html
Tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?
I have a new series coming from Siren BookStrand that I’m very excited about. It’s set at the Mayan end-of-the-world in a community that survives. All the stories are ménages. The series is called “Raw Claiming” and the first of the three books, “Raw Craving” is out now. “Raw Need” and “Raw Want” will be out before the end f the year.
http://www.bookstrand.com/raw-craving
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
Chocolate.
What are you working on now?
I have an idea for a very different sort of shifter series that’s wandering about in my head. I’m waiting for the characters to tell me what to do about it.
Where can readers find you on the web?
Berengaria Brown
http://berengariabrown.webs.com/
If you could wake up stranded on a desert island with one celebrity hunk (actor, athlete, musician, etc.), who would it be? Why?
James Bond of course. He would be the perfect person to save us both, and yet we’d have a wonderful time until we were rescued.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Welcome Author Sandra Sookoo!
I'm so pleased to have Sandra Sookoo here today. Sandra is a terrific author who writes stories that really steam up the page. She's here to tell us about here upcoming release, Courtesans and Thieves, share some interesting details about herself, and offer one lucky commenter a PDF of her Halloween story, Hunter's Moon Magic. She's also going to share an excerpt.
Now, here's Sandra!
Hi Sandra, Please tell us a little about your story:
The title of my story is Courtesans and Thieves. It’s an historical romp complete with a pumpkin patch and a jewel thief. It releases from Liquid Silver Books on October 31st. Here’s the blurb:
Audrey Harper wants nothing more than to experience life before she consigns herself to taking care of everyone else in her family. A Halloween masquerade fits the bill. As a French courtesan she intends to lure an unsuspecting man into her bed, find a few moments of bliss and leave before the clock strikes midnight.
Justin Redding’s life as a junior accountant is as far from exciting as he can get. As a result, he supplements his income and thirst for adventure by stealing jewelry from the area’s wealthy upper crust. He’s admired Audrey from afar and convincing her father that he’s good enough is uppermost in his mind. Disguising himself as a masked avenger is the only way to win her heart.
What happens next is a heady jaunt through a crowded 1880s ballroom, a shadowy pumpkin patch and perfumed sheets. But unraveling lies and secret identities might trap the pair in a sticky web, dissolving the moonlit love affair before love’s bloom can take root.
Tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?
Currently, I’m in the beginning stages of a new sci-fi romance. I’m excited about this book because my husband had a hand in helping with the major plot points. If he had his way, he’d ditch the romance, but I can’t do that. I enjoy the romance aspect of all sorts of stories.
Currently, I’m in the beginning stages of a new sci-fi romance. I’m excited about this book because my husband had a hand in helping with the major plot points. If he had his way, he’d ditch the romance, but I can’t do that. I enjoy the romance aspect of all sorts of stories.
As for releases on the horizon? Well, I have two reworked fairy tales coming out in the next two months, also with Liquid Silver Books as well as a sexy short for Christmas. Stay tuned!
What makes a book a keeper?
For me, it’s when the author has really resonated with a reader and driven home the emotions of the key players. If a reader feels for the characters, truly roots them on and the plot is exciting and intense, that’s what drives me to keep a book.
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
Hmm, let’s see… my guilty pleasure would have to be watching America’s Next Top Model.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Closer to Disney World! From where I live now, it’s an 18 hour drive (my husband isn’t a very good flyer so we have to drive) I’d like to eventually live in northern Florida, close enough to my happy place yet not actually in Orlando and surrounding cities to make it annoying.
Closer to Disney World! From where I live now, it’s an 18 hour drive (my husband isn’t a very good flyer so we have to drive) I’d like to eventually live in northern Florida, close enough to my happy place yet not actually in Orlando and surrounding cities to make it annoying.
What’s your idea of a romantic evening?
Just spending time with my hubby. He works such long and crazy hours, we sometimes don’t have enough time to connect. Anytime he’s home and we’re both not busy, that’s a good day in my book.
Thanks for having me on your blog! If you’re interested in my other books or would like to stay current on contests, reviews or other news, you can find me at the following links:
Website: http://www.sandrasookoo.com
Believing is Seeing blog: http://sandrasookoo.wordpress.com/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/sandrasookoo
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sandra.sookoo
Giveaway: I’m offering a PDF copy of Hunter’s Moon Magic (my Halloween-themed story from last year) to one lucky commentor.
Here's an excerpt of Courtesans and Thieves:
1880 Noblesville, Indiana
“I am not a child!” Audrey Harper resisted the urge to stomp her foot as, once again, her father ushered her from his office and closed the door behind him, leaving her in a smaller, outer reception area, staring at his door. A soft snicker filled the air and a heated blush crept into her cheeks. Justin Redding, her father’s junior partner in the bookkeeping business, was undoubtedly watching every moment of her humiliation.
Well, he could choke on his own tongue for all she cared. She wouldn’t give him the time of day let alone the satisfaction that she heard him. There was one thing she wanted in the world and it did not involve him.
In spite of her resolve, she cast a glance over her shoulder and gave him the tiniest eyebrow arch, daring him to say more. A conservative, brown-tweed suit fit his lean frame to perfection with the collar of his linen shirt so starched she was surprised he could move his neck at all. When he caught sight of her gaze, he stood, and the strong morning sunshine winked off the links of a silver watch fob on his waist coat. An expensive trinket on an accountant’s salary. She tore her focus from the accessory to his face.
“Did you need something further, Miss Harper?” His voice, deep and smooth as her father’s imported brandy, flowed over her and was just as warming. A mocking grin lifted the corners of his lips and one of his eyebrows quirked in query. “I believe your father has asked you to go along home.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m aware of what he asked, thank you, Mr. Redding. The last time I checked, I wasn’t deaf, nor am I dumb. I can decipher commands, especially if they come from my parent.”
Justin chuckled and the rich notes tickled places deep inside she’d rather not give life to--at least not here. Maybe in the privacy of her room. He’d ignored her awkward teenaged advances when she’d been a stupid girl of eighteen and him a young man of twenty-three. Granted, he probably didn’t remember her as that shy, slightly overweight, freckled girl. She kept close to the house much of those years, especially following after her brother’s death. Now, Justin didn’t deserve a response to his casual flirting--yet he never missed an opportunity and she always looked forward to his attempts.
“Well-spoken as always. No wonder your father is about to tear his hair out keeping you in line.” Slowly, as if he prowled the outer office like a panther, he came around the polished, cherry wood desk.
“I don’t need any man to keep me in line, thank you.” Swallowing hard, she turned around, her hands behind her back and resting on the cool metal of the doorknob.
“Be that as it may, isn’t your father planning to match you with an unwilling victim, I mean beau, at the Halloween party this evening?”
“How can you know that?” Even though it was true, she held his limpid brown gaze and dared him to contradict her.
“Your father becomes chatty during lunch.” Justin’s grin flashed even white teeth. “He also invited me to the bash should I wish to attend.” Another few strides brought him close enough that she felt the heat rolling from his body.
“Will you come?” Her voice sounded breathless to her ears and she wondered how she came across to him. Did she appear a desperate twenty-seven-year old woman, on the edge of a trapped life yet wanting so much more?
“I haven’t decided, but I am considering it.” He edged another foot forward until his knee bumped hers, so close the tiny gold flecks in his eyes danced in amusement at her. “I don’t have a costume.”
“Ah, that is a problem.” Her heart thumped against her ribs, trying to escape, beating out a warning, yet even as it did, gooseflesh rose on her arms. Her chest clenched and tiny pulses of pleasure curled in her belly to be in such proximity to him. The doorknob slipped under her suddenly sweaty palms.
“Indeed.” A tiny trace of a Southern drawl clung to his words, but he didn’t possess the consummate charm of a gentleman. He was a rogue to the core.
Another step brought him so intimately close a mere inch of space separated their bodies. Audrey couldn’t breathe. It felt as if the confining corset would snap her in half. She greedily swept her gaze along the strong cut of his jaw, the rugged face that spoke of hard work and secrets, the dark, sloping brows. His raven black was kept short and held rigidly in place by slick pomade. As a rule, she didn’t care for beauty products on men. Why couldn’t they embrace their masculinity and be confident in it? A thought niggled its way into her brain that he’d be much more handsome if that hair were allowed to meander over his head in gentle waves, free so she could run her fingers through it.
Stop dreaming, Audrey. He works for your father and is no good besides.
“Do you want to know what I think, Miss Harper?” His warm exhalation caressed her lips like heated silk, recalling her attention to the conversation.
“I’m not sure.” The common sense part of her mind urged her to slap his face for his intrusion, but the part of her that begged for adventure compelled her to hold her ground.
His grin was slow and sensual, and very much that of a jungle cat on the hunt. “You don’t need a man to keep you in line. You need a man to be your equal, one who will give you as much as you’ll take and demand you give just as much.” His eyes darkened to the hue of black coffee. “You need a man who will satisfy your every desire, even those locked away in your heart of hearts--the ones you never tell a living soul.”
“What makes you think I have hidden desires?” It was all she could do not to throw her arms around his neck.
Ooh, Sandra, I can't wait to read this story...steamy from the first page!
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