He wants her body and heart, but a killer wants her soul.
When the Adirondack town's police chief Sam Taylor learns of the threats and checks in on the notorious author, he is surprised to find she is nothing like he would have expected from her erotic novels but everything he has imagined in his own fantasies.
Can he and the woman of his dreams escape her waking nightmare?
*Adult Content: This erotic romantic suspense includes scenes of bondage between consenting adults.*
When the pleasure of his touch
did not force her eyes closed, she kept gazing up at him.
did not force her eyes closed, she kept gazing up at him.
“You want a man who frees you
by taking control. Am I right?”
by taking control. Am I right?”
She forced her reply out on
soft breaths. “Yes.”
soft breaths. “Yes.”
“Releasing you of all the pressure,
all the worries.”
all the worries.”
“Yes.”
He lay against her, kissing
her neck as he thrust his fingers deeper inside of her. “Freeing you of
inhibitions. Freeing your mind, just to be, to be right here with me…just to
feel.”
her neck as he thrust his fingers deeper inside of her. “Freeing you of
inhibitions. Freeing your mind, just to be, to be right here with me…just to
feel.”
“Yes,” she said on a soft
groan.
groan.
He pressed his lips to hers,
sharing a kiss ripe with promise and demand, sending shockwaves of sensation
through them both.
sharing a kiss ripe with promise and demand, sending shockwaves of sensation
through them both.
She whined when he sat up,
releasing her mouth and her wrists and withdrawing his hand from between her
legs. “I have to stop a second,” he said, then brought his wine glass to his
lips with an unsteady hand. “Whew.” He ran his fingers through his hair then
glanced back to where she lay with a slight smile aimed at him.
releasing her mouth and her wrists and withdrawing his hand from between her
legs. “I have to stop a second,” he said, then brought his wine glass to his
lips with an unsteady hand. “Whew.” He ran his fingers through his hair then
glanced back to where she lay with a slight smile aimed at him.
She raised herself up part
way, her head braced on one hand with her elbow on the couch. “Do you want me
to go?” she asked
way, her head braced on one hand with her elbow on the couch. “Do you want me
to go?” she asked
He set his glass down then
turned to her and shook his head, grinning back at her with fire in his eyes.
“No. I want you to come.”
turned to her and shook his head, grinning back at her with fire in his eyes.
“No. I want you to come.”
Blood rose in her cheeks as his
hands traveled up the skirt of her dress.
hands traveled up the skirt of her dress.
Scarlet Hawthorne began writing short stories at the age of eight, poems at ten, and wrote her first novella – a romantic tragedy – at twelve. Today she enjoys creating characters who discover integrity and their authentic selves through their sexuality. She has been a speaker at national conferences discussing how power exchange can enhance relationships and refuting the negative stereotypes of BDSM promulgation in the media.
An award-winning and bestselling author in a variety of genres under other pen names, Scarlet was a featured author at the 2014 BDSM Writers Conference in New York City and contributed an excerpt from her upcoming romantic suspense Retrograde to the first BDSM Writers Con Anthology. Always eager to challenge herself as a writer, Scarlet utilized a “panoramic point of view” narrative style, rarely found in fiction today, in her latest novel Deadline.
Scarlet lives with her two dogs and their Master in a lakeside community in the New Orleans area. Her next release is the contemporary male/male romance Between the Notes, expected in spring, 2015.
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