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Blurb:
Terrified of her submissive nature, Kate Hastings refuses to give a man control of her life. Somehow faking a wild and confident personality scares her less than facing reality -- the heated longing for her sexy best friend and her deep-seated need for domination. Trouble is, none of the passive men she's dated do it for her.
Victim to a family curse, Connor Wallace can love only one woman his entire life -- Kate. Yet, she insists on keeping him firmly in the friend zone. Determined to prove he's more than friend material, he sets out to fulfill her greatest fantasies, even if it means tying her up to get her attention.
When passion and protective instincts collide, something has to give, but will the impact lead to broken hearts or sweet satisfaction?
Excerpt: Language warning NC17.
Connor leaned down and
pressed his lips to her ear. “Think of how much fun you could have with a guy
like Kurt.”
He surely didn’t mean
sexually. Connor had never even made an off color joke around her. His good-guy
mind didn’t run along those lines, but hers unfortunately did. The image of her
and Kurt trying to do it caught her off guard and a laugh burst out before she
could stop it. They wouldn’t even be able to kiss while he was inside her and
mutual oral would definitely be out unless one or both of them were double
jointed, and she sure as hell wasn’t.
Connor hugged her closer.
“What’s funny?”
“Nothing.” How had she missed
the way his body fit to hers? His groin nestled against her lower belly, and if
she rose to her toes…Shit, knock it off! But
the image of lying with him while she sucked his cock, and his gorgeous mouth
did delicious things to her clit would not fade. Fucking him would be easy,
like he was custom built to pleasure her. A shiver raced up her spine, and she
snuggled closer.
“Cold, Katelyn?’
She shook her head but did
not back away from the warm comfort of his chest. His strong arms cradled her,
protective and solid, making her feel safe but needy. The last thought spiraled
through her, triggering unease. The man was dangerous. Controlled and
persuasive with a sense of humor, good qualities for a lawyer, a killer-bad
combination in every other way. He stopped moving, simply holding her until she
lifted her head. “What?”
His eyes teased. “I thought
you’d fallen asleep. The music ended.”
She hated when guys laughed
at her. It pissed her off. But Connor never seemed to make fun, only enjoy life
in general. Still, she pushed from his embrace and walked off the dance floor.
Catching her arm, he pulled
her to the side. “Want a drink?”
No! The man
had too much animal magnetism most days, always restrained but never far from
the surface despite his easy smile. Drinking, eating, or any other ing with her favorite hottie other than
hiking or talking was off limits, and even those had potential hazards. He’d
get ideas she wasn’t strong enough to handle.
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