Hard Roads By Lily White

Synopsis:

This life isn’t one that I chose for myself.

Years spent as a daughter in the Dominion MC left me washed up and struggling to breathe. Life was never flowers and sunshine. It was gravel and dust, the trails of dirt left behind when the brothers tore out, floating up from the ground to hover in front of an angry, red sun.

I could never have imagined that a life sitting at rock bottom could get any worse, but it did.

Life is funny like that.

Just when you think things can’t get any more bleak, a shade is drawn leaving you staggering and blind – lost in a world of heartache and sorrow.

I met J.D. Brooks on the road and he swept me off my feet. Literally. But not in the way you might think.

He was both an angel and a demon.

He was the most vicious storm that ever darkened my life.

He was also my salvation.

Stripped from the hands that always held me back, I was released into a nightmare that would threaten everything I thought I knew about the crap hand I’d been dealt.

I thought I could never hate a man more than the one who stole me from the life I’d known.

And in our time together, he would teach me one important lesson:

That in the end, it doesn’t matter how our paths intersect, because when it comes down to the basic truth of our lives...

...we’re all stuck traveling down hard roads.



 


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Iron Sinners By HJ Bellus

IRON SINNERS


Author: H.J. Bellus


Series: Sinners Never Die, Book 1


~ SYNOPSIS ~


Griff, aka Grizz, the ideal Iron Sinner, rides hard and dedicates his all to the club.


A job needs done…he does it.


Men idolize him.


Women love him.






Never shy and always up for a good time, Grizz finds himself jumping from mattress to mattress and digging grave after grave. You want to take a bullet? Cross the club.






One night, rival MC, Devil’s Idol, do just that. Grizz and Animal are sent to straighten shit out while leaving no witnesses. What Grizz faces that night changes his life forever…






Piper Jones is in the wrong place at the wrong time.






The ruthless business woman, finds herself captive by the MC club. But she’s not one to go down without a fight.






She slowly destroys Grizz, from his bad boy persona, to his ride or die motto. He should want nothing more than to do away with her with a single bullet. Instead, he finds himself giving his all just to be with her.






Will Grizz be able to walk away from the one thing he swore he never wanted?

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~ EXCERPT ~

“Who the fuck do you think you are,” I yell as the large man throws me onto the bed.


“Your worst fucking nightmare, sweetie pie.”


“Just let me go, please.”


“Not happening,” he says as he sits on the bed and begins to untie his boots.


“I didn’t see anything. I don’t know names or places. Let me go. I have a very important meeting in the morning,” I beg.


“Not happening,” he replies again.


“Let. Me. Fucking. Go,” I roar, as I sling the Bible from the nightstand and nail him in the back of the head.


“Listen here, bitch, you’re now property of the Iron Sinners motorcycle club. You ain’t fucking going nowhere without one of us. Got it? You witnessed a fucking crime that could put a fellow brother away for life. You’ve been spotted with us by a rival club. You are now marked as a motherfucking Sinner. You leave our side and the Idols will put a really shiny bullet straight through your skull. You’re a walking, talking dead bitch just waiting to get popped. So shut the fuck up.”


Did I just really hear him he say property of the sinners? Bullet in my head?


“So, you’re telling me I have a ticking death threat that could expire at any given moment?”


The man stands, faces me, baring all of his ink and replies, “And I forgot to add shut the fuck up.”


“Are you fucking kidding me?”


He comes closer in an intimidating stance and bends down so we are face to face. “Does any of this read as if I were kidding you, bitch?”


His minty breath reverberates off my skin and envelops all of my senses. He was the bad guy and I, the victim, but god damn he’s gorgeous.


“Let me fucking go. I don’t care about any of that shit.”


I lunge forward off the bed, catapulting myself into his chest and begin my fight to escape. My surprise assault knocks him off balance and he falls back on the bed. I run for the door. Fuck! My bag. I take three steps back, grab my bag, and run.


Halfway out of the parking lot, I'm brought down by my hair.


“You dumb cunt. What part of my speech didn’t you get?” the man growls in my face.


He rips me up by the hair and drags me back to the room.


“I’m done playing nice. You want to run and piss me the fuck off, then you’re going to be treated like a fucking piece of trash.”

~ TEASERS ~

Catarina's Thoughts

This book is not for the faint Hearted, to it angry, violent and the brutality is raw you will feel the blood around you, but one of the best books I have read in a longtime. HJ Bellius transports you to a world of bikers, corruption and takeovers. Lines are drawn and there's a race against time to save lives. You will feel and witness the love that grows between our to main characters. You will feel the bond and love transform between Grizz and Piper as you read. Very few people will ever experience a true love and bond like this in their lives. Grizz and Piper were mad for each other and were meant to find one another. Even if it was through strange circumstances, even though they are both from different worlds.


Grizz will break all the rules to keep Piper safe and but is torn because it goes against the club who saved him. Deep down he knows something is not right.


This book is more than just a biker book it is a truly raw account of how your life can change in minutes, I loved it so much I'm going to read it again. I fell in love with Grizz and Piper. You feel their struggle, you see how much danger they are both in and feel powerless to do anything about it. HJ Bellius mangers to drag you in to this conflict but you are stuck sitting on your hands unable to help.


If I could give this book more than 5 stars I would. I never wanted it to end. I hope HJ Bellius has more up her sleeve for Grizz and Piper.

~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~

H.J. Bellus

I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart.


Live life your way, HJ Bellus

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COVER REVEAL: All I Need By Scarlett Metal

Releasing August 11, 2014

Synopsis


Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll.



It might sound cliche, but this is my life and I make no apologies for it. I party hard and f*ck my women even harder, sometimes more than one at a time. Music is my life and nothing else matters.

Then I met her. She turned my world upside down with one smile...

Would I be able to give up the life I loved for her?

About the Author

Scarlett lives in the Midwest with her family. When she's not busy writing steamy stories, she can be found with her nose in a book, camping, or geocaching with her family. She loves Diet Coke, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, and 80's hair bands. You can find more at:

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ: Rogue by Katy Evans

ROGUE – snippet



“Bastard,” I mumble. “You ruined my whole week, you fucking bastard. I bet you’re fucking some triple-D blonde right now and her triplets all at the same time, aren’t you? You’re not even a two-timer, you’re like a three-timer, liar, feeding me an I’ll-take-you-to-the-movies fucking line. I swear I was fine until you came back like you “got” me, like you “got” me even if I looked like a hungover mess. God, I can’t believe myself!”

I kick the tub as if it’s the tub’s fault, then yell, “OUCH!”

Scowling, I walk into the bedroom, grab my sleep clothes, pad outside to my living room/kitchen combo to grab some ice cream, slide on my Princess Bride DVD and turn on the TV. A couple of pounds of fat, here we go. I plop down and a vibration buzzes across the couch. I scowl and feel around for my phone. I find it way in between the two couch cushions, pull it out, and set it aside for a scoop of ice cream. I almost choke on it when I see a text I hadn’t noticed before.

Be home tonight.

What? My stomach vaults. I read who the text is from and suddenly I want to throw my phone into a WALL. Greyson. I scowl at it and throw it down to the couch and start pacing. I’m not going to answer him. Why would I? He seemed in no hurry to talk to me before, and now he orders me? Like an all mighty king? No thanks. I’ll pass on our second date, thank you.

But I check and notice the text was sent hours ago. I tell myself I am not going to respond, I will wait a gazillion days like he did. I set the phone aside and put a big spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, letting it melt on my tongue, but my stomach is squirming and now I can’t watch the TV, I can only stare at my phone and suck on the spoon. Then I bury the spoon in the tub and grab my phone, squeeze my eyes shut and type.

I’m home but that doesn’t mean I’m staying home. Just depends . . .

On? comes the reply, and quickly.

Whoa, was he waiting, with phone in hand, to answer? It seems like he was.

I wait one full minute. Trembling. Type: On who’s visiting

I don’t mean that as an invite. I mean it as in: I’d hightail it out of here if he set foot in my building. But his answer is lightning fast and my heart starts pounding as it keeps staring back at me.

Me.

Crap! I have to leave. I have to leave; I can’t see him! I can’t be this easy! A line must be drawn. He’s already shown what our night together meant to him, and I won’t let myself be devalued by him or any other moron again.

I should leave before he arrives, or when he does, yell through the door, without opening it even an inch, and tell him that I’m NOT INTERESTED! You stood me up, you didn’t get in touch soon enough, I am not your booty call, have a good life!

Yeah. That sounds right.

Determined, I head over to close the living room blinds. When I glance out the window and reach for the string I see a dark sports car pull over and a man in black step out of the driver’s seat. He looks up toward my window and all my systems stop when our eyes lock, hold, recognize. My insides go into chaos mode. A strange excitement makes my knees knock.

Fuck me, it’s really him.

What is he doing here? What does he want?

He heads into the building and I turn to face my closed door, panicking because I haven’t changed, I didn’t change. I’m in my pj’s, if hardly that.

Noticing the pint of ice cream still grasped in my hand, I run to shove it back into the freezer, spoon and all. I start pacing around in circles, trying to come up with a new plan, but unable to think for shit. I consider telling my building guard not to let him in, but I hear the ring of the elevator and realize the guard must have recognized the motherfucker from when he brought me home last week.

Deciding not to delay the inevitable, I swing the door open as he steps out of the elevator. He looks straight at me and his gaze drills into me, making a hole straight in my thoughts. One of my neighbors and her husband pass along the hall toward their door.

“Well, hello there, Melanie. A little chilly out.” She gestures to the white silk shorts and near-transparent camisole I’m wearing in complete disapproval and continues on.

Greyson follows behind her and fills up the space one foot away from my threshold with muscle and beauty and testosterone and, I swear, god, I swear, he’s as lethal as a nuclear bomb. My knees, oh, my knees. My heart. My eyes. My body feels both light as a feather and heavy as a tank. How can this be? He’s so stunning I can’t even move. Or blink, or hardly stand; I’m leaning on the door frame.

I’m fully sober. Something I might regret. He’s no longer blurred by the rain, by vodka, or by my stupid illusions of prince charming.

The man standing at my door is very real, very big, very tan, and his smile is very, very charming. There is no word for the way he stands there, his eyes dark and glimmering, his cheekbones hard and his jaw smoothly shaven, his mouth so beautiful, tipped up mischievously at the corners. His suit is perfect, playboy perfect, and his tousled hair run with wayward streaks of copper that makes me want to rake my fingers straight through. And he’s here, looking at me as if waiting for me to let him in. A memory of the morning he brought me home flashes through me. Where I felt sore because of the way he’d loved me all night. The little mark behind my ear that I found the next morning.

Hanging on to my every instinct of self-preservation, I hold the door only halfway open when he catches it in one big powerful hand.

“Invite me in,” he says softly, holding the door in his firm grip.

“My car doesn’t need a tune-up, it’s fine, but thanks for checking in on it,” I say, pushing it closed with more effort.

He shoves the door open and strides inside, and I’m frustrated over my inability to keep him out. Now he’s inside and he shuts the door like he owns my place, then he studies it with a sweep of narrowed eyes. “This building has a laundry chute?”

“That’s your line?”

He crosses the room and pulls the rest of the blinds shut, then he performs an insanely quick check of my place with a sweep of his gaze that makes my insides turn over.

It’s almost like he’s making sure there is no other man here.

He can’t possibly be jealous, can he?

And now . . . now that he seems assured no one is here but me, he starts walking over to me and looking at my mouth, and I’m walking away because every instinct of self-preservation in me tells me to walk away.

“You’re here. Why are you here all of a sudden? Some other date canceled on you last minute?” I demand.

“I have a date I’d like to schedule with you.” His eyebrows pull low over those brilliant hawklike eyes. “You’re not nearly as excited to see me as I’d hoped.”

“Maybe I thought you were a drunken hallucination. Maybe I hoped you were.”

I hit the back of my kitchen island and he locks me in with his arms, his eyes almost desperate and hungry. Then he cups my face and sets his mouth to mine, like he thinks—mistakenly—I belong to him.

“I’m not,” he says, softly, then he kisses me again, so deeply I lose my train of thought until he speaks against my mouth again. “A hallucination. And if you need me to, I’ll spend all night reminding you of what it feels like to have my tongue and my cock buried deep in you and how much you liked it.”

He leans over as if to kiss me again. My voice trembles as I turn my head. “Don’t, Greyson.”

“I don’t like that word, ‘don’t,’” he rasps against my cheek. “But I do like you saying Greyson.”

He tips my head around with the tip of one finger and stares at me like he loves the look of me. I lift one of his arms and he lets me, and I start easing away again, free of him, but not free of his stare. The first night he just kept staring at my eyes like he couldn’t tear his gaze free, but now, now he’s seeing all of me. I’m wearing shorts and a camisole yet my body starts heating as his eyes rake me up and down.

“I gave you a chance and you blew it,” I breathe.

“I want another one.”

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My Life in 8 Words: “Hectic, wonderful, complete; everything I ever wanted.”


Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…

RELEASE DAY BLITZ: Statistic By Dawn Robertson

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Synopsis:

Love.
Betrayal.
Deception.
Attempted Murder.
Aurora Alexander is everything headlines are made of.

Newly divorced single mother Aurora Alexander is trying to move on with her life.
After a string of unsuccessful blind dates, she turns to internet dating.
Everyone does it, so it has to be safe. Right?

Wrong.

 



Prologue

What makes a person tick? Is it the way they are raised? Perhaps it is a genetic predisposition. Our DNA coded from the moment of conception to write out the entire way our life will play out. Of course some things will be left to chance; fate better yet. But I can tell you from personal experience, some people are just born bad. I always did my best, despite having the genetic odds stacked against me. Saying I didn't win the parental lottery would have been one of the understatements of the century. Yet, I was always able to skate by in life. Trying not to become a statistic. Little did I know other people would take my choices away from me. I guess most of my problems started when I got married. I was such a naïve twenty year old. I thought the world was all sunshine and roses. He was my world, my reason for living. That was until he lost interest in me. A high risk pregnancy, bed rest, sex restrictions, and a colicky baby will kill intimacy for anyone. Breastfeeding isn't sexy. Neither are the stretch marks Liam left me with. I didn't care, and I still don't. But he did, and that is why I caught him in bed with my eighteen year old babysitter when my son was barely three. I know, my life is starting to sound like a soap opera. I wish these were the darkest days. Back then, I thought they were. I thought going through a divorce with a four year old son was the end of the world. Ha. I wish I would have known what my future would hold. What damage could be done at the hands of a stranger I thought I knew. Does anyone truly ever know another person? My answer to that question would be no. Even the most open and honest people have dark secrets. Shit they would never reveal to anyone. You know you have those type of secrets, we all do. Hell, I do. I typically would never tell anyone. Except since the world knows most of them now, it is my turn to tell my own story. The true story of Aurora Alexander. The real dangers of picking up strange men on the internet under the guise of dating, and new beginnings. It all began as a game. A way to spread my wings, and learn the dating game after being out of it for a decade. It ended in a violent attempt on my life. I am a fighter. I have lived to tell my story. No one can silence me. Not even him.



Author Bio:

Dawn Robertson is a two time best selling, twenty-something indie author, and mother. She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her flock of kids and writes smut.



Dawn can normally be found swearing like a sailor, making late night drive-thru appearances, arguing with her kids (or being run over by their power wheels), reading a steamy romance while hiding in her bathroom, writing her little heart out on her laptop (or dragging her Macbook to the Genius bar praying they can save her latest work in progress), shopping for My Little Pony goodies, being the life of the party at a book signing, or sipping on a smoothie. She loves to hear from her fans, readers, and authors alike. Feel free to drop her a message.

Dawn rarely takes life seriously, so be sure to expect heavy sarcasm from her. She is also the life of the party, so be sure to meet up with her at one of the many author events she will be attending in the next couple months. Buy her a shot of whiskey, and she will love you for life.

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Addictive Lunacy By N. Isabelle Blanco

 

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Synopsis

Calum Alexander lived his life one way. With purpose and moderation. Everything was set in place and everything happened according to a plan. That is, until his picture perfect engagement falls apart and his crazy brother Lucas gets him to agree to a night out. Calum is left to fend for himself when Lucas decides to bail and ‘fend for himself’ he will need to. A vivacious and obviously young Livana Payne catches his attention and before he knows what's going on, they end up talking. By the end of the night, Calum is on fire for the impish girl who's managed to ignite an inferno within him. Yes, she’s twelve years younger and the complete opposite of what he’d imagined in his life, but he hungers for her in a way that’s frightening. Drunk and surprisingly out of control, he's dead set on his need to have her. But the moment he accidentally lets it be known that he's recently single, Livana is having none of it. There is no way she's getting involved with a man who just broke up with his fiance. No, they were going to have to wait. Calum’s need for her somehow kept growing. As the days went by and he got to know her more, Livana seemed to be stealing all of his sanity. As much as she wants to wait it quickly becomes obvious to Calum that he’s losing his grip to the monster she’d awakened within him. He’s about to lose control and when he does, he knows there’s going to be nothing gentle about what he’ll end up doing to her.

Genre Erotica/ Contemporary Romance

Publication Date September 16 2012

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Compulsive Fascinations (Compulsions Book #2) Coming Soon!

Synopsis

  You get hurt once; you assume that’s the norm. You see others suffer; you assume that’s the norm, too. At least, that’s what Livana once did. One rough go-around was enough for her. After that, she kept it simple, no strings attached. It was just easier, even necessary. Until she went out one night and met Calum Alexander, a man whose intensity broke through each of her defenses, leaving her vulnerable. Afraid to fall in love, she tries to keep some of her walls up around herself, even as Calum seems determined not to let her. Faced with a man that seems intent on possessing her, Liv knows it’s a mere matter of time before she no longer has a choice.

Genre Erotica/ Contemporary Romance

Expected Publication Date To Be Announced

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About the Author

N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life. An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world. N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

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Zandor By MJ Fields

Title: Zandor

Author: MJ Fields

Genre: Erotic Romance

Series: Man Of Steel #3

Buy links: Goodreads Amazon

Rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

Synopsis:

Zandor Steel had spent the better part of the past year in Italy helping to oversee the building of a posh casino resort. A playground for the rich and famous. A place any man with money could afford to live a life of leisure and pleasure.
After hearing about what had been going on back at the Jersey Shore he knew he must return to help his brother’s remember who they were. Jase and Cyrus the oldest of the Steel brothers had been his sexual mentors. They taught him to never get attached, to know the difference between your dick and your heart, never give false hope to a female, and that sex should be used for nothing more than a physical release and recreation.
He hopped a plane and raced home in hopes that he could stop yet another one of his brothers from making a mistake. Little did he know he was going to come face to face with a beautiful southern Bell, Bekah George, who would challenge everything he thought he desired.
Zandor knew his expectation in the bedroom were not for the faint of heart. He had lived a year living out his sexual fantasies. He required control and trust in order to fill his deep dark sexual needs. He saw in Bekah the same raw untamed heat that burned within him.
The strong, sexual, woman who he had met turned out to be a bit broken. Will he stay to see if the spark will ignite into a flame of passion or run back to the lifestyle he had grown to enjoy. To the clubs, the kink, the control and the woman he left behind that could fill his needs without expecting anymore. Or is Zandor, in to deep?

Catarina's Thoughts:

Well what can I say this series gets better and better, I just loved this book on Zander Steel. He was just the man every girl dreams of and he could control me any day.

Zander is the third Steel brother who is kinky and just loves women, he's not into relationships , he watched his older bothers get their hearts broken and he wasn't going to allow it to happen to him. Then walk in a sassy blonde southern girl looking for a job and he is slammed.
Beaky has a past and doesn't want to get hurt again. She knows her new boss is hot but feel she is way out of his league.
Like all of MJ Fields book this is hot and sizzling, you want want to put it down until you get to the end. You will go through the pages hoping Zander want get hurt and you will just want to wrap him up and hold him tight if her does. I've read them all and I want more. I rate this book 5 stars and can't wait to see what MJ has in stalled in this series. You want be disappointed in any of the steels boys. MJ has a talent to set your imagination into over drive. Keep the fantastic work up.

About The Author:

MJ Fields's love of writing was in full swing by age eight. Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it to family members. Today, she has four self-published series comprised of seventeen titles, including MEN OF STEEL, which was acquired by Swoon Romance in June 2014. MJ is a bestselling erotica author and former small business owner, who recently closed the business so she could write full time.

MJ lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.

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The seduction Epilogue by Roxy Sloane

The Seduction Epilogue

“Wake up, sleepy-head.”   I drift, drowsy from the soothing sound of the ocean. I’m having the most amazing dream. I’m on a tropical beach, where clear crystal water laps the powder white sand, and palm trees shade my lounger. And there’s a man. Mmmm. A gorgeous, sexy man stroking every inch of my body...   His fingers brush over my bikini top, playing with my breasts. I let out a moan.   “That’s right, baby,” he chuckles. He squeezes with my nipples through the thin fabric until they’re hard and aching. “Are you awake yet?”   “No,” I whisper, wanting to stay in the bliss of this dream. It feels so good.   “Hmmm... how about now?” His hand moves lower, over my bare stomach. I shiver. He traces lightly down between my thighs, stroking over my clit. Even through my bikini, the sensation sends a flare of pleasure through me. I gasp, rocking up against his hand.   “Still sleeping?” he murmurs, his mouth close to my ear. I can feel the heat of his breath.   I smile, but keep my eyes shut. I want to see where this goes.   “You really are tired, poor baby. I wonder what’s been wearing you out?” He sounds amused.   “My boyfriend,” I murmur, still laying with my eyes closed. “He’s insatiable.”   “I don’t blame him.” He pushes my bikini bottoms aside and rubs my clit, a maddening rhythm that makes me writhe. “Just looking at you like this, I want to sink deep into that sweet pussy and fuck you slowly until you lose your mind.”   “So why don’t you?” I challenge, breathing faster as he strokes. God, right there. Yes.   He laughs. “Soon, baby. But it’s time to wake up. I’ve got something planned for us.”   “Does it involve your cock inside me?” I moan. He answers by sliding two fingers into me, slowly, teasingly. Fuck.   “You can bet on it.” His palm presses my center as his fingers pulse deep inside me. He brings his mouth to my clit and works it with his tongue as his fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside me. He flicks my nub and then sucks, gently at first and then with increasing intensity. Just when I’m on the edge, he pushes more fingers inside me and I break. My orgasm tears through me in a delicious wave. He gets me every time.   I open my eyes to find Vaughn kneeling beside me with a sexy grin.   “I was just dreaming about you.” I smile. The beach glitters, totally empty except for us. Vaughn leans down to claim my mouth in a hot kiss.   “Good dream?” he murmurs, stroking my hair. His eyes rove over me, dark and possessive.   “The best.” I let out a contented sigh, looking at the ocean, and the setting sun -- and him. “This is heaven.”   Vaughn lifts me to my feet. We stroll back to our beachfront cabana: the doors wide open to let the tropical breeze in. “You hop in the shower,” Vaughn tells me, “I’m going to get your surprise ready.”   I feel a jolt of anticipation. Vaughn loves surprising me, and his plans usually end with multiple orgasms. “Give me a hint?” I ask.   He shakes his head. “Not this time. Go on.”   He’s using that voice I love, the one that’s all man, so I follow his order and go shower off in the huge bathroom. It’s big enough for two, and we’ve definitely tested it out many times this vacation, soaping up for hours together under the jets.   I wish he was in here with me.   When I step out of the shower, there’s a box on the cabinet, tied with a red ribbon.   Wear this. (And only this) I open the box. It’s a gorgeous red silk dress, with a short skirt and tiny spaghetti straps. There’s nothing else in the box. No lingerie. I grin, slipping it over my head. The silk slides over my body in a shiver of sensation, sticking to my skin where I haven’t dried off. The skirt flares mid-thigh, dangerously high, and my nipples are visible through the fabric.   Something tells me we’re staying in for dinner.   My cellphone rings just as I’m applying makeup. It’s Cam, holding down the fort back at the company. I’ve kept business to a minimum on the trip. But if Cam’s calling it must be important.   “Hey boss,” he says, when I answer. “Still enjoying paradise?”   “I love it here. We might never come back.”   He laughs. “You better. We need you.”   “Everything running OK?” I ask, trying not to sound nervous. I finish fixing my hair in the mirror to fall in loose, natural waves.   “The police say Carter will do jail time for attempted murder, so I wanted you to know that he is in for good. But there’s still no word from Brent.”   I’m reassured that Carter will go exactly where he belongs—the slammer. But damn Brent. I take a deep breath.   “Will you do me a favor?” I ask. “Check on Isabelle. I don’t know what’s going on with her, but I know she’s mixed up in something with Brent. I just have a feeling she might need help.”   “Sure.” Cam sounds surprised. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”   “Thanks. I’ve got to run.”   “A busy schedule of beach and cocktails?”   I laugh. “Something like that.”   I hang up push open the bathroom door, stepping out into our suite. I’m not going to think about Carter or that sicko Brent.   “Vaughn?” I call, but there’s no reply.   Another box sits on the coffee table. I open it, my anticipation rising. Inside is a red satin blindfold and another note.   Later.   My pulse kicks. I’m going to like this surprise, I’m certain.   I hear movement outside. I step out onto our private patio to see a table laid for two with beautiful white linens and silverware. There’s delicious-looking food and candles flickering as the sun sets lower over the ocean in a blaze of pink and gold.   “You look beautiful,” Vaughn’s voice comes from behind me. I turn. He’s wearing slacks and a white shirt open at the neck, devastatingly handsome like something from a movie. He carries a bottle of champagne and two glasses to the table, pausing to murmur in my ear as he passes.   “You’re going to look more beautiful naked in that blindfold with your wet mouth wrapped around my cock.”   Still my Vaughn. I feel a rush of heat between my naked thighs. Vaughn chuckles and pulls out a chair for me.   I sit, taking in the gorgeous scene. “I can’t believe you did this.”   “It’s our last night on the island.” Vaughn smiles across the table at me. “I want it to be a night you remember.”   “I remember everything,” I admit, feeling a rush of love and desire. “Every minute we spend together.” Ever since meeting Vaughn, my life has turned upside down. We’ve been through so much together, and even though I feel closer to him than anyone else in my life, it still amazes me how new and exciting this still feels.   He surprises me. He challenges me. And God, he turns me on.   “No regrets?” Vaughn asks quietly. His eyes burn into mine from across the table.   “None,” I swear, reaching to hold his hand. “I love you. I’m just glad all the mess with Ashcroft and Ridley is over now. We can just be together.”   Vaughn pulls his hand away. “One last surprise,” he says, pulling a final box from his pocket. He places it on the table in front of me, tied with another red ribbon.   A ring-sized box.   My heart stops. It can’t be...   I look up at him, but he just smiles. “Open it.”   I unwrap the ribbon with shaking hands. Inside is the most beautiful diamond ring I’ve ever seen in my life.   “Vaughn...”   He goes down on one knee beside me. Vaughn takes the ring box, and cradles my hand. “You’ve changed my life, Keely. I was lost before I met you. I never thought that I could have this. Us. That I would love someone like I love you.”   I feel a sob rise in my throat. “I feel the same,” I whisper. “I’m so happy I have you.”   “You’re mine,” Vaughn says, and already I’m crying too much to get the words out. I just nod.   “Yes! Of course.”   He slides the ring on my finger and then pulls me into his arms. I fit just right, made to press against his firm muscle and heat. It’s overwhelming, the thought of him forever. All Vaughn. All mine.   “You and me, baby,” Vaughn murmurs, claiming my lips in a scorching kiss. “I promise, I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making you smile... making you laugh...”   His hands slide lower, under the hem of my dress.   “Making you scream.”  

THE END

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