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Ryan Redford's
reputation as a hard-nosed secret service agent in Cape Town, South Africa
nearly goes out the window when his best friend's sexy, all grown up, little
sister orchestrates an all-out, everything bared, seduction. To protect both
his body and his heart, he describes the most depraved acts he can think
of--everything he's fantasized about doing to her--sure to scare the virgin
away. Hell, they scared him. Except when she takes his threats as promises,
she expects him to deliver. Leah Jenkins was not taking no for an answer.
She would deal with the consequences tomorrow but, tonight, Ryan Redford
owed her--big time. Eight-year-old memories etched into her brain like a
perpetual flame had kept her a virgin because no other man but Ryan would
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Payback was said to be a bitch, but this time it's
guaranteed to be a pleasure.
Read an
excerpt -
“Ah,” the saleslady said over her spectacles as she
peered over the counter at Leah. “There are only three ways to dress up
for a man, my dear.”
“Really?” Leah
asked. Only three ways?
“Oh, yes. The Morning Rose. The Afternoon Rose.” Her
eyes grew wide with mischief. “And, The Midnight Rose.”
“Of course,” Leah replied, her hand on her pounding
heart. If it all boiled down to three ways in which a woman could dress
up for her man, than she wanted to know them all. It would be an
imperative decision to make and one made primarily for Ryan, naturally.
“Let me explain. The Morning Rose is shy. An example
might be, I’ll take a kiss on my hand as a goodnight.”
A kiss on her hand? The last thing Leah needed was
for Ryan to give her a chaste goodnight kiss, and on her hand on top of
that. No, she wanted his lips on every inch of her body.
“The Afternoon Rose means you can touch me if you
want, with the lights off and nothing kinky,” the sales lady continued.
Nothing kinky? She wanted everything kinky Ryan could
give her. She was way too starved for just the missionary position. Leah
turned an expectant look on the sales lady.
“And The Midnight Rose…” The sales lady paused for
effect.
“The Midnight Rose?” Leah leaned forward, her entire
attention focused now, her eyes widened and her breath caught. She was
struck with a premonition that whatever The Midnight Rose meant, it
would be something deliciously, daringly licentious.
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A
blindfold of silk to heighten all senses, adding sultriness to
pleasure, mystery to identities…Five years ago, Kelly Paton's
friends devised a New Year's resolution
to relieve her of her virginity and catapult her
platonic relationship with David van
Wyk into a mind-blowing passion-fest. But not only did the blindfold
conceal Kelly's vulnerability, it also masked the identity of the
virile man who took as he pleased.
Nothing could have stopped Adam van Wyk from the blindfolded beauty
dressing his brother's bed. After all, she was only David's present
to himself, a dalliance while he waited on the virgin heiress he was
in love with. Or was she?
Five
New Years' later, David has once again Kelly within arms' reach but
the wounds of betrayal aren't quite healed. |
Blindfolded
by Lust
coming soon from
The
Wild Rose Press,
The Wilder Roses |
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Can
Adam resist reliving the tempting memories and put his brother's
happiness before his own, or will he risk it all and finally claim
the one woman he's ever loved?
Read an excerpt -
She must have sensed she was being trailed; she
stopped in the empty passage, and then slowly turned around. He saw
a thousand expressions cross her face as her lips parted, her
breasts heaved.
Looking into her eyes vanquished all else. The
some hundred guests his mother had invited to the bash, the
repercussions that would come if he took her again. She even managed
to hide the actual hurt and betrayal that let him know she
remembered every moment of their encounter five years ago.
But now there was only Kelly, with her soft lips
and her hot sexy body, alone in the passage, her perfume driving him
insane. He began to close the distance between them, his control a
thing of the past. He heard her shuddering breath as if, for a
moment, she didn’t know whether to stay or run. He wanted her to run
as far away from him as possible. He wanted them on separate ends of
the world. He wanted to obliterate her from his mind because he knew
he was going to touch her no matter what story he fed his
conscience.
“I almost didn’t recognize you with your clothes
on, Kelly,” he said softly.
“Oh, I recognized you instantly, Adam,” she
returned as softly.
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