“Breaking Bad: 14 Tales of Lawless Love” by Multiple Authors #NewRelease

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Nice guys finish first, said no one ever. But we guarantee you’ll finish this collection filled with dark and dangerous alphas who obey no one, play by their own rules, and least of all allow anything to come between them and what they desire most. You’ll never look at thieves, hit men, bounty hunters or ex-cons the same way again. Break bad and our sexy-as-sin bad boys will steal your heart.

NOTE: These bad boys and girls may break hearts, but you’re guaranteed a happily ever after in every tale! No cliffhangers!

His to Possess by Theodora Taylor
What ruthless mafia prince Luca Ferraro wants, Luca Ferraro gets. And he won’t stop until he possesses the daughter of his family’s biggest enemy. In. Every. Single. Way.

Star-Crossed by Koko Brown
Some people are born bad…again and again, and again

His Favorite by Eve Vaughn
With one taste, an addiction is born.

Notorious by Caitlin Daire
He says he’s not guilty, but he might be the death of me anyway…

Sleeping With The Enemy by LaQuette
When sleeping with the enemy, hate becomes their addiction, and love… a complicated distraction they can’t afford.

Indebted by Sharon C. Cooper
Even when he does good, he’s bad.

Bad Things, Good Killers by S.W.Frank
He thought he buried the past, but one woman won’t rest until he’s paid the debt for his sins.

Dangerously Theirs by A.M. Griffin
She thinks she can outsmart the law, but can she outrun the bounty hunters who want to claim more than the reward for her capture?

Hideout by Billy London
Rae can hide from everyone out for her blood but she can’t escape what she’s done.

Drive Her by Bridget Midway
There’s no honor among thieves and con artists, and no rest for the wicked, but can there be love?

His for the Taking by Nia K. Foxx
When the lines are blurred it’s hard to distinguish between the good, bad and predators.

Debt Collector’s Due by Shyla Colt
He’ll collect what he’s owed at any cost.

One Hit by Victoria H. Smith
He’s her new neighbor and she’s curious. She’s his new neighbor and well… he wants a taste.

Rectified by Xyla Turner
His lifestyle wasn’t fit for a queen and only one dead man stood between them.

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” Kissed by Shadows (Kissed by Shadows Series, Book 1)” by Lola St Vil


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“Kissed by Shadows (Kissed by Shadows Series, Book 1)”

Author: Lola St Vil

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Fantasy

Release Date: July 5, 2017

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*This is a must read for fans of A Shade of Vampire, Twilight and The Mortal Instruments.*

Meet Atlas Morgan; the hero who just found the villain of her dreams…
A ruthless, demonic army stands ready to attack; to bathe in the blood of all mankind. The only thing that has protected us from them is a mystical river which will run dry by midnight of the winter solace.

The paranormal community— referred to as Shadows—has been given seven chances to complete a quest that will replenish the river. They have failed six times. So, for the seventh and final time, the Shadows look to an unlikely source–seventeen-year-old human girl–Atlas Morgan.

Atlas has just lost the only person in the world that ever truly loved her—her mother. Though she is drowning in grief and sorrow, when she learns she is the chosen one, she gathers up the courage to agree to the quest. However, Atlas encounters something far more frightening than Werewolves, Vampires and Witches—love. His name is Kane and she’s shocked to learn that, like her, Kane has been chosen too–not to save the world but to end it…

“Fat Girl Begone!” by D.E. Haggerty #NewRelease

Hey! Look what came out yesterday from our friend and recent blog guest, D.E. Haggerty!

And it’s currently only $.99!

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“Fat Girl Begone”

Author: D.E. Haggerty

Genre: Romantic Comedy/Sports

Release Date: May 1, 2017

Amazon buttonAdd to GoodreadsI’m a total mess. My boyfriend dumped me – get this – because I diet too much. Not because I’m fat, mind you. Of course, this spurs me into the diet-fitness-revenge-plan of the century, which leads me to the gym and a scorching hot personal trainer. I even manage to make some cool new friends, including a millionaire if you can believe it. Things are looking up! Naturally, that’s the moment my ex decides he wants me back, the personal trainer asks me out, and my millionaire male buddy decides to throw his hat in the ring. But that’s not enough drama. No, not for me. Because I’ve also lost my job and decided to start my own business. Just call me Ms. Drama.

Warning: Bad language, bumpy roads, and embarrassing moments ahead. But there’s also more than a bit of romance and even, if we’re lucky, love. Fingers crossed.

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“Charlie’s Whiskey (The Chosen, Book #1)” by Harlow Brown #NewRelease

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Title: Charlie’s Whiskey

by Harlow Brown Author

Genre: MC romance meets sports romance meets suspense meets oh-so-sweet-revenge

Series: Book one of The Chosen series

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Charlie Winstead pushes aside the pain and anguish she suffers daily and puts all her energy into her women’s softball team, the Regulators. If only temporarily, the abuse bestowed upon her by her boyfriend halts for the time that she is behind the plate. Hensley has been her boyfriend for three years and the relationship progressed into a domestic nightmare. Realizing this, Charlie does what she needs to do to protect herself.

Whiskey Williams is a patched member of the Chosen Legion motorcycle club. He finds himself running from a dark and dirty past, looking for a new start. He relies on his brothers from the mother charter to help him. Once he arrives in Rudy, he sees Charlie and knows something has to be done to help her. However, seeing as she is fresh out of her abusive relationship, she wants nothing to do with men.

Will the attraction between the two be enough to make Charlie give the troubled biker a chance? Or will he strike out?

The game of love is not as easy as three up, three down.

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I am a debut author, but most importantly, I am a mother of two beautiful kids. I am a wife to my soul mate and my better half, whom I was lucky enough to find when I was a child. Since the age of 15, we have been together, and there isn’t a moment that I regret. They say everyone has their person; I was lucky enough to find mine when I was just a kid. He and my children are my everything. They are my reason for existence.
I love to read, write, play softball, watch baseball, and help coach my daughter’s softball team, and watch my son play his sports. We are always on the go, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I realize that one day there won’t be anyone to take to practice and games. I embrace the utter chaos that is our lives right now because it will be over before we know it.
I appreciate every single one of you that are reading this right now. There is one motto that I live by. It just sucks that it took losing someone really close to me to realize the truth about it. Don’t Look Back.

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New Release and Special Offer from Author Tory Richards! #Spotlight!

(I’m pleased to have good friend, fellow author, and Queen of Steam, Tory Richards, on the blog today! She has a brand new release – and a special offer for readers! Don’t miss out!)

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Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season. I love this time of year but I’m always a little bit relieved when it’s over. Too busy, too much food, too much of everything it seems.

Felicia is graciously allowing me to promote my new release with you today. I also have a special offer! I can’t believe 2016 is almost behind us, and I just had to squeeze in one more book release. No Mercy comes out today, and is a spin-off romance from Phantom Riders MC – Hawk, and a stand-alone read. Rock was introduced as the VP in Phantom Riders MC – Hawk.

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Blurb –

Club trouble won’t keep Rock from bringing his woman and son home.

Rock’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. And he wants Allie and their son.

Allie had given Rock her virginity, and then ran away when she got pregnant. Seven years later he shows up at her door, demanding his son, and claiming her.

 

Excerpt – Allie’s POV

Lightning flashed throughout the room, causing me to wince at its closeness.  The thunder that followed caused the windows to rattle. “You have no right−”

“You keep saying that, babe.” He ran his lips up and down the side of my neck, causing goose bumps to cover my flesh.

His hand moved to the hem of my dress. I panicked. “Rock−no!” He pulled the wet material until it was bunched at my thighs, and easily prevented my hand from removing his when I’d foolishly tried. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked in a low tone.

His low rumble against me stimulated certain needs in my body. My hand remained over his as he continued slowly until he’d reached the elastic to my panties. I held my breath, listening to his heavy breathing in my ear. His fingers teased the crease where the elastic rested, before flicking over the small triangle of silk covering my sex. I released a moan of pleasure, my knees buckling.

“You like that.” He stated it as a fact, running his finger over the material. I knew I was wet, and not from the rain. “You always did.” His tongue, teeth, and lips were moving over my skin as he said the words in a tone designed to ramp up the heat. I arched my neck to the side so he had better access. He made a rough sound, taking the edge of my halter top in his teeth and pulling it down my shoulder.

The louder the storm turned outside, the more intense the storm inside me became.

“I’m going to have you, baby,” he said gruffly. At the same time he roughly grabbed my panties and ripped them from my body.

 

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Purchase a copy of No Mercy and receive a free copy of Phantom Riders MC – Hawk.  For anyone who already has Phantom Riders MC – Hawk I’ll let you choose one of my other books, your choice. All everyone has to do is send me proof of purchase and I’ll send you the book.  Email me here: toryrichards60@gmail.com

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Who is Tory Richards?

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You’ll often hear me refer to myself as a grandma who writes smut. I’m simply a mother and grandmother who discovered my passion for writing and story telling at the ripe old age of ten. Before I received my first manual typewriter, with pencil in hand, I would jot down my stories on notebook paper. Later, after receiving that desired typewriter at the age of thirteen I spent hours in my bedroom, where my parents thought I was doing homework. Writing turned out to be a kind of therapy for me, something I didn’t realize until years later.

I was born in Maine, where most of my family still live today in the small town of China. However, most of my life I’ve lived in Florida where I attended school, married and raised my daughter.

Writing is a hobby for me, and even though I’ve retired from Disney it remains a hobby. I’m happy to be just making enough “mad money” from it to be able to keep my cats fed, travel a little, and spoil my grandchildren.

I like to travel. Some of the places I’ve been to are: Greece, Italy, Croatia, Spain, Bahamas, France, and Alaska just to name a few. I don’t like to fly, even before I found myself on a plane on 9/11, but I will if I’m given enough legal drugs. My favorite vacation spot in Florida is St. Augustine.

I love chocolate, who doesn’t? And I’m addicted to good coffee and sweet ice tea. McDonald’s hazelnut iced coffee has been on my favorite list for quite some time. So has Dunkin Donuts mocha iced coffee. 

For a while (many years actually) life got in the way of my dreams. A few years ago, with the encouragement of my family, I decided to get serious and I haven’t looked back!

Many thanks to Tory for sharing her new release and special offer with Nesie’s Place today! Don’t sleep on this! Purchase No Mercy today, and don’t forget to send your proof of purchase to Tory at toryrichards60@gmail.com to get a #FREE copy of Phantom Riders MC – Hawk! (I’ve read it! Tory brings the HEAT, and some awesome MC battle scenes!)

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“Maybe Tomorrow: a Maybe… novel” by Kim Golden #NewRelease

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“Maybe Tomorrow: a Maybe… novel”

by Kim Golden

Women’s Fiction/Multicultural Romance

Release Date: December 9, 2016

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No such thing as love… 

Eddy and Henrik don’t believe in love. At least, that’s what they keep telling themselves. They’ve been burned in the past, and neither wants to be that vulnerable again.

A summer fling…

That’s all it was ever supposed to be. So why can’t they stop thinking about one another? And for Eddy–who’s moving back to America in a few weeks–the worst thing that could happen would be to fall in love with the one man who could make her question her decision.

Out of his comfort zone…

Henrik never counted on trusting love again. He’s put all his energy into his career. So why does the thought of Eddy leaving Europe for good make him want to do everything in his power to make her want to stay…?

Maybe Tomorrow is a standalone novel in the Maybe… series.

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Kim Golden was born and raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. In 1995, she left the US and moved to Sweden for love with a capital L. When she isn’t writing fiction, she writes copy about lipstick and perfume for a Swedish cosmetics firm.

“Below the Belt (M/M), Cedar Falls #16” by Shea Balik #NewRelease

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“Below the Belt (MM), Cedar Falls #16”
By Shea Balik
MMRomance/Erotic/BDSM
Release Date: November 3, 2016
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Welcome to Cedar Falls, a small North Carolina town nestled among the Smokey Mountains, where the people are friendly and the men are hot.

Macon Roxley feared his scars would forever mark him as a risk not worth taking. Tyge Drost used to believe he had all the answers, until he lost someone under his care.

Misunderstandings and past wounds have driven this pair apart despite their undeniable attraction. Can either of them find a way to give love a chance, or will they give up on a future of promised happiness to protect their damaged hearts?

Warning: In typical Cedar Falls fashion, the citizens gather together to interfere through means of kidnapping, handcuffing, and general mischief in order to force Macon and Tyge to see what was right in front of them—love. Enjoy, but you have been warned.

 

STORY EXCERPT

“Are you all deaf?” Macon hated that his voice had risen at least two octaves, but panic had taken him in its icy grip. “I’m not opening a store. I’m not leasing this place. I’m not hiring employees. I’m sure as hell not dealing with customers as they stare at the freak who tried to kill himself.” By the time he was done, Macon was screaming as loud as his voice would carry, completely oblivious to the drop dead gorgeous man who just walked in with Kaden.

As his friends stood there staring at him with their mouths wide open in shock, Macon finally noticed Kaden and the dark haired man next to him. Heat flared within him as his gaze roved over the older man with bulging muscles and slightly crooked smile.

The man had an air of authority that he wore like a second skin. It dominated the room, making it impossible for Macon to breathe.

That this man had seen his hysterics only made things that much worse. For a moment, Macon was sure he was going to pass out and make a bigger fool of himself.

The urge to obey the silent command to get into position that he could see in the older man’s eyes was overwhelming in its intensity. His knees weakened, threatening to give way completely until he was where he belonged, on his knees waiting for this man’s orders.

Piercing eyes seemed to bore right into him, staring deep into Macon’s bleak soul that was as dark as the man’s skin. He was helpless to look away, drowning in the power the man emanated over him. He was everything Macon had dreamed of. Closely cut hair with the barest hint of stubble on the man’s face, eyes that appeared to see everything and a lush mouth with tiny lines around it indicating the man smiled often.
That had been the one thing Macon had hated about Peter. The man never smiled except when beating Macon black and blue.

All the air in the room was suddenly not enough for Macon as he realized what he’d been doing. Just yesterday he’d promised himself to not get involved with another Dom, and this man screamed Dom from the top of his head straight down to his toes.

That this guy was older than Macon, just as Peter had been, only made it worse. Hadn’t he learned his lesson?

Unable to continue to stand there, risking giving into his desire to beg this man to give him what he wanted, Macon raced past him and pushed out the door. If he had to, he’d walk home. No matter how he got there, he was going to barricade himself in the house, ensuring he never met the man with Kaden again.

Rushing down the sidewalk, Macon didn’t pause in his flight to get as far from temptation as possible. The similarities to Peter were too much for Macon to ignore. They were both large older men. Okay, sure, Peter’s size was mostly fat where the stranger was muscle. And maybe, if they stood side by side, Peter would be several inches shorter, but they were both older and a Dom. Or, at least, Peter tried to pretend that was what he was.
Truthfully, Peter had more similarities to a bully than an actual Dom. Then again, for all he knew, so was the man with Kaden. Except…everything about the guy screamed Dom. It was doubtful that man had to pretend when it came to BDSM.

Macon shook the thoughts that were trying to convince him the stranger was nothing like Peter. It didn’t matter. Even if he was willing to take a chance and trust Kaden’s friend, he doubted the man would want him.

Clasping his hands in front of him, Macon hid the scars beneath his fingers. It was time to face facts. No one wanted damaged goods. Not even the stranger who wore a look of hunger in his dark eyes that threatened to devour Macon.

A shiver raced down Macon’s spine at that thought. Disgusted with himself for practically drooling at the man’s feet after nothing more than a look, Macon mentally slapped himself.

He was pathetic. Not for the first time since waking up in the hospital with his wrists wrapped in gauze, Macon wished Vail hadn’t found him so quickly.

 

About the Author

Shea Balik has always had a vivid imagination with stories running around in her head. Often her stories are taken from observations of other people with her own spin.

Traveling is one of her favorite ways of fulfilling her passion of people watching. She’s still working on traveling to every state within the United States,  and has been to at least half.  Her favorite mode of transportation is the car, because she feels it is the best way to see the country.  Okay, okay.  It may have something to do with her being afraid to fly, no make that terrified.   Shea has always felt if we were meant to fly, we’d have wings. Not that Shea won’t get on a plane, because she will, and does.  After all, how else does one get to Hawaii quickly?

For out of the country traveling, Shea has been to every Caribbean country that cruise ships visit, several times.  Being a Floridian means easy access to ports and cheaper rates.  Although, now that she’s cruised so often, Shea gets discounts for being a frequent cruiser.  In a perfect world, Shea would cruise around the world, but she don’t see that happening anytime soon, unless she wins the lottery.

You never know, one day you may spark her imagination for her next book.

Whether at home or traveling she is usually in front of her computer writing or curled up with a good book.

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“Arrogant (A Real Man, 6)” by Jenika Snow #BlogTour

 

Even a bad boy can wear a suit and tie…

Noah

All it took was one look at Harley to know I wanted her.

It wasn’t about the deliberate sexual dry spell I was going through either … the one I voluntarily participated in. No, there was something about her innocence and her vulnerability that had possessiveness running through my veins.

I wanted her as mine, and I’d have her. I’d show her that although I could be cruel to those who went up against me, when it came to her, I’d make the world bow down at her feet.

Harley

The intern position I had been offered was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but it also came with working for a man who had the most notorious reputation in the city.

Noah Wright was anything but Mr. Right, especially not with his arrogant, unforgiving, and tyrannical attitude. He was wealthy and gorgeous, but he struck fear into people with just a look. They knew who held the power when he was in the room. So did I.

And I was now working for him and getting an up close and personal experience with his cold, hardened, and abrasive personality … and it turned me on.

But there was something else under the frigid demeanor he showed everyone, a slice of warmth he showed only me. I knew if Noah wanted me, he could easily have me, because putting up a fight was not what I planned on doing.

I wanted him, but I wouldn’t be just a conquest. I wouldn’t make this easy for him.



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I knew this job would be challenging, but I’d had no idea working for this man would have me on the verge of drinking every single night. And it didn’t have anything to do with the fact he was so arrogant.

This had to do with the fact my libido was out of control where Mr. Wright was concerned.

He annoyed me, got under my skin, but the way I caught him watching me, looking at me like I was this sweet little morsel he wanted to get his claws into, had my body feeling like it was on fire.

But then again, he was so hard on me, and right now knowing I’d screwed up the file he’d presented to his team made me feel like shit.

He stood just a few feet from me, staring at my mouth, making me even more aware of his presence. He had me so on edge I felt like flames licked through my veins, and I stood on this ledge, waiting to crash down. I wanted him so badly, but I knew I could never have him.
He was my boss, and I certainly didn’t need an overbearing, career-driven man like him in my personal life, right?

“You can leave now,” he said, and I forced myself to take a step back. Could he tell I wasn’t only nervous but also aroused? I couldn’t help it. Being in his presence had my blood pressure rising to dangerous levels.

And the way he smelled … God, the scent was so masculine and intoxicating.

For a second I stared at him, knowing I needed to get out of there, breathe some fresh air, and get my thoughts in order. But I couldn’t move. Instead I took in the three-piece suit he wore, the dark blue material almost appearing black. His deep blue tie was in perfect place, and the white shirt beneath the vest was stark, crisp.

I’d never seen a man so masculine, the epitome of what I craved and wanted, but with Noah Wright I saw that, felt that, so much. It was like I was going to combust.

“Something else, Harley?” He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes heavy-lidded.
God, the way my name—my first name that was so inappropriate it made me hotter—rolled off his tongue in that sexual timbre made me instantly wet. I prayed the suit jacket I wore covered my shirt and that my nipples were hard. Hell, if it didn’t cover my breasts, I knew he’d see how tight the tips were.

And as if he had read my mind or I’d said the words aloud, he glanced down. The urge to cover my chest, to hide my body’s reaction to his presence, was strong. I didn’t want to, but I found myself doing it on instinct. I grabbed the edge of my jacket, closed it slightly, but all I felt was my breasts pressing together.

I saw the way he swallowed, the way his throat worked, and the way his entire body seemed tense.

God, the sexual chemistry I felt with him was so strong, but for the last two months, I’d kept busy, not about to try and let those emotions and feelings consume me.

I’m doing a shit job.

And I was. God, I was doing a shit job.

“No, Sir,” I finally said, smoothed my sweaty palms down my thighs, turned, and left. I swear I felt his eyes on me, and when I reached his door, grabbed the handle, and was about to open it, I looked over my shoulder. I don’t know why I did, but I caught him checking out my ass. He slowly lifted his gaze to mine, seemingly unashamed or apologetic that he’d just gotten caught.
No, he seemed pleased I’d seen him.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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“Arrogant (A Real Man, 6)” by Jenika Snow #ReleaseBlitz

 

Even a bad boy can wear a suit and tie…

Noah

All it took was one look at Harley to know I wanted her.

It wasn’t about the deliberate sexual dry spell I was going through either … the one I voluntarily participated in. No, there was something about her innocence and her vulnerability that had possessiveness running through my veins.

I wanted her as mine, and I’d have her. I’d show her that although I could be cruel to those who went up against me, when it came to her, I’d make the world bow down at her feet.

Harley

The intern position I had been offered was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but it also came with working for a man who had the most notorious reputation in the city.

Noah Wright was anything but Mr. Right, especially not with his arrogant, unforgiving, and tyrannical attitude. He was wealthy and gorgeous, but he struck fear into people with just a look. They knew who held the power when he was in the room. So did I.

And I was now working for him and getting an up close and personal experience with his cold, hardened, and abrasive personality … and it turned me on.

But there was something else under the frigid demeanor he showed everyone, a slice of warmth he showed only me. I knew if Noah wanted me, he could easily have me, because putting up a fight was not what I planned on doing.

I wanted him, but I wouldn’t be just a conquest. I wouldn’t make this easy for him.



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Without thinking, this instinct and possessiveness moved through me. I lifted my hand and pushed the fall of her hair away from her shoulder. She sucked in a breath at the touch, but I liked that, loved that she was reacting. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat anything, wasn’t going to try and lie about any of it. Two months had passed, and I was ready to stake my claim, make her know I wanted her.

I could tell I affected her in more than one way, but whether she’d embrace that remained to be seen.

“Mr. Wright.” She whispered my name.

“You’ll call me Noah. I need you to call me that.”

I stared at her lips. I wasn’t the type of man that gave in to anyone or anything, but for Harley I’d gladly give her my entire world.

Insta-everything was going on with me where it concerned her, and I wasn’t about to ignore this, not when it was the first real thing I’d ever felt. I wasn’t going to pretend that this was a passing, superficial experience.
This was fucking real.

I saw the emotion flash across her face, the confusion, the war. She wanted me; I knew that by the way she acted toward me and by her body language. But she was trying to keep her composure, trying to keep this wall between us. I sensed that, felt it since I was trying to do that myself.

“I don’t think this is appropriate, Mr. Wright,” she said, but I kept my hand on her cheek and stroked my thumb along her jawline.

“Appropriate? Maybe not. But it feels pretty fucking right, Harley. It feels really damn good to me.”

“You’re my boss.” She tried to sound adamant, but I could hear the longing in her voice.

I didn’t stop touching her jawline. I wanted to touch more of her … all of her. She slipped her tongue out and ran it along the swell of her bottom lip. And I lost all semblance of the self-control I’d been holding on to. I lowered my head, moved slightly toward her, and knew if I allowed myself to kiss her, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
But I paused with our mouths only inches apart. “Tell me you want this, that you want me.” I stared right in her eyes. “We don’t have to fight this.”

She breathed hard, and the sweet scent of her breath, laced with cinnamon and sugar, moved along my mouth.

“I want you, and I know you want me, Harley. I can see it when you look at me, in the way you hold yourself in my presence.”

“We shouldn’t cross this line,” she whispered.

And that’s when I did what I’d wanted to do for the last two months.

I cupped the back of her head and placed my mouth right on hers. She gasped instantly, and I used that opportunity to lick at her lips before delving inside her mouth. I felt the moment she gave in, her resistance leaving and breaking away into desire. I pulled her closer, tilted my head to deepen the kiss, and groaned at how good she tasted. She must have had hot chocolate before coming into the office, because her flavor was incredible.
Harley panted against my mouth. I needed her so fucking badly. Her hair was loose around her face, and I gripped a chunk behind her head, pulled back, and broke the kiss. I immediately went to her throat and started sucking and licking at her soft, creamy skin.

“Oh. God,” she gasped, and I instantly went back to her mouth, delving my tongue inside.

A groan left me, my control right out the fucking window. All I could picture was tossing the shit off my desk and bending her over the glass and chrome.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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