TAKE ME: TWELVE TALES OF DARK DESIRE
by Various
Authors (boxed set)
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BLURB:
Surrender to desire with 12 books by the hottest names in dark
romance, including bestselling authors Pepper Winters, Anna Zaires, and Lynda
Chance.
CD Reiss - Spin
Jenika Snow – A Beautiful Prison
Pepper Winters – Destroyed
Skye Warren – Trust in Me
Kendall Ryan – Unravel Me
Anna Zaires & Dima Zales – Twist Me
Shay Savage – Otherwise Alone & Otherwise Occupied
Amber Lin & Shari Slade – Three Nights with a Rock Star
Pam Godwin – Deliver
Lynda Chance – Marco’s Redemption
Gemma James – Torrent
These e-books would cost over $40 if purchased separately. This
set will only be available for a limited time.
EXCERPT: from Three Nights with a Rock Star by Amber Lin and Shari Slade
Hailey forced herself to stand still
for his leisurely perusal. Even when he stood and stalked toward her, she
managed to hold on to her dignity—whatever dregs she had left after donning
these clothes and almost falling on her face. But his smile hit her like a
blast of heat, blinding her, scalding her. He looked far too pleased with
himself, like a man about to get everything he wanted. And her shaky insides
warned she might just give it to him.
“What do you mean?” she asked, proud
her voice didn’t quaver too much.
“You want to stay here while we’re
in Chicago,” he said. “To stay here for three days, to blend in so that no one
questions why you’re here. To ask questions, poke around.”
Yes, that was exactly what she
wanted. So why did her nod feel like surrender? As if she’d agreed to his terms
before she even knew them. But then maybe she did know what his terms would be.
His eyes spoke the words his lips had yet to say. There were volumes of
gold-flecked pages filled with all that sensual knowledge. They promised
delight and, even better, a hard bite to the exchange. Where the men she had
been with were a fresh spring breeze, he stood before her like the calm before
the storm, his eyes darkening clouds.
“Can you…” She licked her lips. His
gaze tracked the movement, making her feel hunted. “Can you help me?”
His expression softened. Just the
slightest degree, but it was enough to slow the hammering of her heart. This
was the same kind man she’d met in the lobby. Desire had given him a rough
edge, turning his loping gait into a prowl, making his nostrils flare—scenting
her. But he was still kind inside.
When he didn’t answer, she searched
for whatever strength she might have found. You want… he’d said, listing her
terms. Only his terms were left to be stated. A negotiation, then. But even as
she thought the words, an image flashed through her mind, a gazelle caught from
behind, the vicious beauty of her captor feasting in a National Geographic
special.
“What do you want?” she whispered,
and somehow the wall was at her back. He was at her front…crowding
her…embracing her?
“You,” he snarled. “Under me. Over
me. On your knees in front of me. I get full artistic license to your body for
three days.”
His words pounded her like hail,
leaving dents and then pooling in the hollows left behind. They drowned out the
rest of the world and shook the floor. She began to shake too—but her gaze remained
locked with his. The shaking was on the inside, fear and a strange longing
warring inside her, a battle to the death. She stood frozen, caught in his
sights and too terrified to run. Too curious to walk away.
He stepped back, sending a wash of
crisp hotel air over her body. She sucked in a breath and immediately missed
the earthy scent of him.
“And you,” he continued
conversationally, “will have total access to play Nancy Drew in the hotel. That
is, whenever I’m not using you.”
Her body lit up when he said the
word using. It imploded on you, spoken with such self-assured possession. What
was wrong with her that she wanted to be used? Maybe because she wanted to be
free to enjoy sex, to really explore it, for the first time in her tame little
life. Maybe because he would be the one using her, and he seemed like he would
know just what to do with her.
This was a bad idea. For reasons
that weren’t quite coming to her at the moment. But she knew it was bad. If
she’d said it once, she’d said it a thousand times to her preschoolers: don’t
make decisions when you’re angry. Though she wasn’t angry. She was concerned.
And frustrated. And…
God, Chloe, why? After I worked so
freaking hard so you could start college, why couldn’t you be more careful?
Okay, she might be angry.
She swallowed. So maybe this weekend
could be for her too. She would find the baby’s father, but she’d also find
something for herself.
With a deep breath, she struggled
for levity. A lopsided tilt of her lips was all she could manage. “Where do I
sign?” she joked.
His grin widened, revealing an even
row of white teeth. The Cheshire cat had just such a smile. “I’m so glad you
asked. I have blank copies of my contract in the side table. Right next to the
lube.”
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