Alrighty loves, this one is labeled Adult Romance, reading the blurb makes me think more erotica.. But who am I to judge? lol. Enjoy !!
(A Billionaires & Bikers #3)
by: Cynthia Sax
Publication: Avon Impulse (Sept. 16, 2014)
ASIN: B00I7V89JS
Length: 100 pages
Genres: Adult, Romance
Blurb:
Bee Carter's carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn't working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.
Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true -- the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?
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A very large man separates from the pack, and my words fade.
He’s backlit, his face and form in darkness, but I’d recognize that blunt buzz
cut, square chin, broad shoulders, and confident swagger anywhere.
“Hawke,” I whisper, my toes wiggling in the practical flats
I was forced to wear. My lack of heels makes him appear even larger, more
dominant and manly.
“Sweetheart.” He cups my chin with his rough fingers and
tilts my face upward. Our gazes meet and hold, time stopping, the noise and
lights fading. There’s only the two of us.
I’ll have sex with this mountain of a man tonight.
Decades-entrenched fear battles newly formed desire. The temptation to turn, to
run from him, from this fate, increases with each heartbeat. I know of only one
way to quiet my mind, to ensure passion wins. “Kiss me,” I whisper.
Hawke doesn’t hesitate. He swoops down and claims my lips,
the strength of his embrace stealing my breath. I gasp. He surges inside me,
his tongue tangling, tumbling with mine. He tastes of whiskey and chocolate, a
burning sweetness I could quickly become addicted to.
My knees tremble, and he straps his arms around my body,
holding me upright, pressing me to him. I forget everything, my doubts, our
audience, my friend Cyndi, losing myself in him, in the rasp of his
stubble-covered chin against my skin, the stroke of his tongue along mine, the
hardness of his body.
Hawke lifts me higher, fitting me into his fit form. My
curves flatten against his muscle. My feet dangle above the pavement. Never
have I felt this delicate, this cherished.
I grip his shoulders, clinging to him, relishing his
strength and size. This is right, this kiss, this night, this man. I’ll give
him everything, expecting only pleasure in return, forgoing forever for one
evening.
A man whistles, breaking the spell. Other men join him,
hooting and hollering, their unruly behavior heating my cheeks. Hawke releases
my lips and pushes my face into his cotton-covered chest, bending over my
smaller form as though to shield me from them.
“I’m glad you came,” he murmurs, his voice low and deep and
arousing.
Some girls dreamed of knights in shining armor. Cynthia Sax dreamed of dragons, magnificent flying dragons. Being a bloodthirsty little thing, Cynthia usually dreamed of these dragons eating the damsels in distress. Now, she dreams of them doing ... ahh ... more pleasurable things. Cynthia is happily married. Although her hubby has not yet shown any shapeshifting abilities, he does buy her medieval princess costumes to wear around the house. Cynthia's rather traditional mother-in-law now always calls before visiting.
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