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Dan McMullen found the perfect sub in his overbearing boss, Jen Teasdale. With her, he finds his deepest desire to have full control over his rule-breaking wife’s lust filled needs.
The more Dan dominates, degrades and causes her pain, the more Jen gets off. But his lust filled session strains his control, bringing him to war with the beast inside his soul, which could destroy them both.
When J.J. stumbles upon his conservative client in the throes of a self-induced climax, his desire to have Kat’s curvy body beneath his reaches the breaking point. At that moment, J.J. knows she needs someone to tend to more than just her yard. Now to convince Kat that he’s the right man for the job.
Judging by her pristine yard, Kat already knows J.J. is good with his hands—and she’s more than willing to put those hands to better use. The man fulfills her every lusty dream, and Kat never thought a sex-filled fling would change her life for the good. Too bad it can’t last…
The deck boards were cold on her bare feet. The air held a slight hint of chlorine as it whispered past her. The early morning breeze was still cool and sent air swirling under her towel. An unconscious shiver ran down her spine. Sam didn’t really feel the temperature. She was warm and getting warmer as she stepped closer to the tub. Her skin felt flushed and exquisitely sensitive.
If she hadn’t been so self-conscious shewould’ve giggled. How could she not be giddy? She’d been rescued by a man who put all other men to shame. He was masculine, sexy, smart, sexy. So sexy. Anytime he touched her she felt safe. She reacted to him on a visceral level, cellular perhaps. She felt a pull to him on a primal, completely animalistic level. She could feel her nipples puckering with just a perusal of his body.
She watched Cain for a response, but he was still seated with his head thrown back against the edge, and his eyes were closed. He was absolutely breathtaking. Sam finally noticed that his shorn sandy-brown hair didn’t match the blond goatee at all. She held her breath as she studied his frame. His chest was massive and muscular. She could see a dusting of sandy hair across his chest and down to the water lapping at his body. She glanced back up to his face and was caught in a hooded gaze. Damn, caught again.
When a young woman really believes the sky is the limit, amazing things can happen….
Lorraine Ryan wants to fly airplanes so she heads for the local airstrip in 1925 to make her dream come true. Most of the flyboys think she’s cute but a woman’s place is in the home, not the cockpit. When Guy Richter steps up and offers to teach her to fly, she’s captivated with both Guy and flight. He nicknames her “Angel” and takes her up into that wild blue yonder. Before long, they’re deep in love.
Love, however, isn’t always enough……
Guy, a former World War I flying ace, is haunted by his past. His demons include his war service, the death of his only brother in an accident the previous year, and the Valkyries that he evaded in France who trail him in the hopes that they can complete his destiny. But his dreams lie with Angel and as they grow closer and closer, he soon realizes that if anyone can save him, it’s his Angel.
Once calm, Guy lifted his head and kissed her, his mouth needy and urgent on hers. He all but poured all his turbulent emotions, his fear, his stresses, and his passion into her through his mouth and she took it, let him fill her until she brimmed over with feelings, his and her own.
Something kindled within her and smoldered, a new, darker, richer thing than she ever felt before.
The door closed with a faint click. Glancing behind her, she looked at Ian. He leaned against the door. His eyes were closed.
“You okay?” she asked.
Ian’s shoulders shook as he laughed. “I can’t believe I just witnessed that. Bernard obviously has a girlfriend.” He shook his head. “Wow.” He stalked toward her and pulled her up into a hug. “I guess there’s not much for us to do while he’s having phone sex. Except I think we have a few minutes of privacy ourselves.” His eyes sparkled with mirth.
She grinned. “Really? It’s about time.” Her arms circled his neck, and she tugged him down for a kiss.
His lips brushed hers, and his hands drifted lower to her butt, stroking it in smooth circles as his tongue probed her mouth. Sliding her hands down, she trailed them lower on his torso until they reached the button on his jeans.
He smirked at her, obviously enjoying her in-control approach.
While she knew Bernard was currently occupied, she wasn’t positive how long he’d remain that way. The gnome had pledged he would catch them in the act one day, and that wasn’t something she’d forgotten. It made her more careful about being intimate with Ian around Bernard. Regardless of how he acted -- like a grumpy, perverted gnome -- she knew he was capable of more. She’d experienced it firsthand. And she couldn’t forget Ian telling her about Bernard killing his previous owners. Part of her wondered when he’d turn on them as well.
“Miss Reagan, press the doorbell.”
Tracey’s hand shook as she stepped out of the elevator and the doors behind her closed whooshing the elevator down and out of her sight. She took a few slow steps towards the doors, raised her shaking hand, and pushed the bell. The large white the doors slid open. When she peered through the open doorway, into the large glass windowed office, facing her was the back of a tall black leather desk chair. It complimented the sophisticated black and white décor of the massive office. Nothing in the room was overdone, sleek glass and chrome furniture adorned the space. Cold and yet inviting, the room complimented the man himself. Alex spoke to her again his voice so deep and melodic.
“Please sit down Miss Reagan. Please relax. I like your work.”
Tracey sat down in the plush white leather chair facing his clean, crisp glass desk. She was holding her breath. He turned the chair around. Tracey thought she’d fall off hers.
He was everything she’d heard and more. He was gorgeous. He had pale flawless skin, thick silver hair, electric blue eyes, and the bone structure of his face was perfect. His nose was straight and his jaw squared off. His shoulders were broad and you could see his arms were well muscled under the V-neck black body hugging sweater he wore.
Was the room spinning? She felt the butterflies in her stomach and the weakness in her knees, this man was perfect.
Raven slumped against DeLaney. It felt like his bones had melted and rested in the bottom of his feet, making it impossible to move. Sweat poured from his body, and his temples throbbed. The lead bottle fell to the wooden deck. He looked across the water. A cloud of orange smoke suddenly rose from Dragon Breath.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“You didn’t use my magic.” DeLaney turned to face him. “Why?”
“I may have to now. Someone just spun a reversal spell.”
She ran both hands under his shirt to establish the closeness needed. "Hurry."
“Are you sure? This could weaken us both for hours.” He had been afraid to link earlier. “And I’m not sure I’ll be able to break the bond once it’s established.” Raven felt her stiffen against him, the cords of the connection unraveling. She looked up, the gold flecks in her green eyes bright with desire.
“Well, I guess there are worse people to spend the rest of my life bonded with. But if you don’t do something quickly, it won’t matter and Sands will have won."
Esmeralda’s deep, menacing growl vibrated in the air. A topaz ring of energy, the color of the animal’s magic, rose as the cat readied for battle.
“Don’t deplete yourself and die, Raven Kinsley,” DeLaney’s faint voice whispered. He could feel her clever lips against his neck.
The cat roared as the air hummed from the wings of the furies. A thin topaz shield fell in place.
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