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Intrigue in
India
“All
you have to do is disguise yourself, pretend to be me, go to India and meet
the man I’m supposed to marry. By the time he realizes you’re not me, I’ll
have already eloped…”
After a break up with her
boyfriend, Haley Kent agrees to her best friend, Anjali’s madcap plan,
hoping mystical India will help her find inner peace. Instead Anjali’s
arranged future husband turns out to be a gorgeous Indian God with a touch
that scorches.
Rajeev Yuvaraj refuses to
be outsmarted by the sexy, blonde, blue-eyed American and devises his own
retribution. A bride is what he expected and a bride is what he would get
even if it meant handcuffing Haley to his wrist during the marriage
ceremony.
But when Haley discovers
the true nature of his secret scheme, can Rajeev seduce her back into his
arms again?
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Intrigue in India
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Wild Rose Press,
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EXCERPT:
“Any luck?”
Haley spun around, her breath freezing as she took in the man standing in
the center of the room. He had removed his bridegroom clothes and wore only
a pair of black silk drawstring sleeping pants. Her eyes grazed over his
golden skin and followed the contours of his wide shoulders, deep collar
bones, angles, planes and sinewy muscles of his chest and abdomen and lower
to the impressive bulge in his pants.
She ignored the need to rake her fingers through his midnight blue hair,
denying the need to know if it felt as soft as it looked. She refused to be
mesmerized by his aphrodisiac hazel eyes, veiled with the thickest,
silkiest, and darkest eyelashes. She had no desire for him to drag her
beneath his body while his beautifully chiseled lips skimmed her skin. She
swallowed uncomfortably. Then why were those thoughts rampant in her head?
It must be the air.
“Gandhi would have turned the other cheek.”
“I am hardly as saintly.” His eyes roved the length of her body, lazily
outlining her nakedness beneath the negligee. She held her breath as his
blazing gaze scorched the delicate red lace scarcely concealing her breasts.
Her nipples swelled in supplication. He glanced back up at her, daring to
her react. Haley barely resisted the overwhelming urge to offer them up to
him.
She tilted her head, narrowed her eyes and hoped for a show of indifference.
He licked his sensual lips and her indifference faltered. Even tightening
her legs failed to prevent the drizzle of cream seeping onto her thighs.
“Have you ever been cuffed and fucked before, Haley?” he drawled, leaning
onto a marble desk, nonchalantly twirling the set of satin-covered handcuffs
in his long, toffee-colored fingers. The very handcuffs she wore to her
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The Midnight Rose
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
do.
Payback was said to be a bitch, but this time it's
guaranteed to be a pleasure. |
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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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Blindfolded
by Lust
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.
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? |

Blindfolded
by Lust
Available from
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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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