Looking for an awesome book? Deeper by Mellie George is here!!

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Synopsis:


*MATURE CONTENT-18+READERS ONLY*
Every Bad Blooded Rebel fan knows that drummer Kris Engle has been madly in love with Jessie Monroe for years. What most don’t know is that their road to happiness and impending parenthood was full of heartache and despair…
Jessie Monroe had loved Kris Engle since the first time she saw him playing with his friends Ryder, Beau, and Jude when she was just five years old. After he’d stepped in and saved her from bullies on her first day of kindergarten, they quickly struck up a friendship and were inseparable from then on. Having both been raised in abusive homes, Kris was always Jessie’s escape from her nightmare of a mother.
Kris Engle had loved Jessie Monroe as a friend since he was seven years old, but after a simple brush of the hips backstage at one of Bad Blooded Rebel’s concerts everything changed. In an instant his entire world shifted off its axis and he suddenly found himself craving more than friendship from her. They instantly fall into a romantic relationship and things just seem to fall into place…until fate made their lives take a sharp left turn.
For the first time, go back and know what really happened in the early days of the band, the first moments in their relationship, and the tragic event that tore their lives completely apart.
True love can conquer all, but no one ever said the fight was easy.
THIS IS NOT A STAND ALONE NOVEL! YOU MUST READ BAD BLOODED REBEL: A ROCK & ROLL NOVELLA SERIES (BOOK 1) AND RECKLESS REDEMPTION: A BAD BLOODED REBEL NOVEL (BOOK 2) FIRST!

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My Review

Are you ready to feel something big? Deeper tells the story and fills in all the gaps of Jessie and Kris from the Bad Blooded Rebel series. This book hits all the highs and lows, and everything in between that you did not know you were looking for.
Jessie and the “boys” all grew up together but she and Kris always shared a special bond. Good friends from the start they both shared something no child should have to bear, the abuse from a parent. Kris and Jessie had always been each other’s safe haven, but when their relationship evolved it was sweet and so special.
When a tragedy struck, it hurt them both. Now it’s not a spoiler that they get back together, but their time apart was difficult on them both.
I loved this book, it pulls you along with their every emotion. I cried, I smiled, I laughed, and for good measure cried again for their happiness.
This is definitely a great book. I love the whole series, but Mellie George hit it out of the park with this book!

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About the Author:

I currently reside in Indiana and I am a wife, mother of 3, a hairstylist, and now, published author! I love to write, and I hope my book is the first of many!

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Check out the very Hot – Bound In Blue by Jessica Ingro!!

Synopsis

Strong ties aren’t easily broken…

First loves have the ability to fill us with hope and then shatter us when they end. Some people can pick up the pieces and move on. Others simply learn how to exist as a fragment of the person that they used to be.

Shane “Mack” MacAllister is one of the ones simply existing. His wife Ella died at a young age, leaving him alone and broken. Shane knew he’d never be able to give himself to another, believing there was nothing left to give. That is until a young, feisty doctor blazed into his life and made him rethink letting someone into what’s left of his tattered heart.

Dr. Megan Huntley has devoted her life to taking care of others, ever since her twin sister was brutally murdered. She might not have been able to save her sister, but she has made it her mission to help other victims. Long hours in the Emergency Room and volunteer work at the Rape Crisis Center leave little time for relationships. When Megan meets the rugged and handsome Shane MacAllister, she decides to throw caution to the wind and take the police detective for a ride. Too bad she can’t get him out of her head… or her life.

Will Shane and Megan be bound together by true love? Or will past loves and tragedy tear them apart?

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Excerpt

Using

the pearls, I pulled her over to the dining room table. My hands on her waist

helped her up on the table where I positioned her on her knees with her back

facing me. The only thing she wore besides the choker was a sexy pair of heels

that I made her put on before we started. The loop of pearls rested in her ass

crack and the heels of the shoes pressed into the curves of her ass. She was

quite simply perfection. I could have stared at her posed like this for hours.

Pulling

on the pearls her head came back, giving me perfect access to her neck. I ran

my tongue along her skin, feeling goose bumps form on the flesh.

“Do

you like being at my mercy?” My voice was low and full of lust. I loved that she

had this effect on me.

“Yes,”

she whispered.

“Touch

yourself, Megan. Rub that clit for me.”

She

immediately obeyed. Her breath hitched when I pinched her nipples hard at the

same time I bit down on the section of skin where her neck and shoulder met.

“Are

you wet?” I continued to roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“Yes,”

she answered after several long seconds.

“Show

me how wet. Dip your finger inside and then bring it to my lips.”

She

dutifully obeyed, rubbing her slick digit across my bottom lip before I sucked

it into my mouth. Releasing her finger, I instructed her to go back to touching

herself. Grabbing a bottle of lube from my jacket pocket, I poured it down her

ass crack. Her body trembled as my finger teased her puckered hole before

slipping past the ring of muscles. I moved it in and out at a slow pace.

“You’re

beautiful. Do you know that?”

Her

only answer was for her head to fall forward and a ragged breath to leave her

lungs.

“One

day I’m going to fuck you here. You like that idea. I can tell.”

She

nodded, so I picked up the pace and continued talking low to her. “Tell me how

bad you want my cock right now. How bad you want me to fuck you. Make me crazy,

buttercup. Make me want to tear you in two.”

Jennie’s 5+ Star Review!

Oh wow! Where do I even begin? Jessica Ingro has done it again and this is her best one yet! Bound in Blue is book #3 in the Love Square series, however you can read it as a standalone and you will enjoy it just the same. (But trust me when I say the series is amazing as a whole!) It’s a love story filled with just the right amount of emotion, humor, angst and hotness to make it an incredible read.

One of my favorite things about Jessica Ingro’s writing style is her ability to write detailed descriptions that give readers a clear picture in their head of everything that is happening in a given scene. Whether she is describing the characters, their location or what is going on around them, she allows her readers feel like they are there, like they are a part of the story. I have always loved this trait in all her stories and Bound in Blue is no exception. She is equally gifted when it comes to conveying her characters’ emotions. Shane “Mack” MacAllister and Megan Huntley go through a lot in this story; it is truly an emotional roller coaster from beginning to end. From the very first page, I could feel everything they were going through, and it all felt so real. Their story is quite a ride. At times I wanted to scream at both of them. I may have wanted to scream at Jessica Ingro for putting me through it, but it was so worth every second I spent with these characters. They became a part of me.

Another reason I am such a huge Jessica Ingro fan is that she knows how to write HOT scenes, and Bound in Blue has many of them! Mack is a sexy alpha male who enjoys a bit of kink. These were some of the hottest scenes I’ve read in a while; I think Jessica outdid herself this time around. The chemistry between Mack and Megan is just incredible and again, it’s the writing that makes it all come alive.

Bound in Blue is a story not to be missed. While I am a huge fan of Jessica Ingro and have loved every single one of her books to date, I truly believe this is her best work yet. I highly recommend this book and encourage you all to fall in love (and lust) with Mack! Thank you Jessica for bringing this story to life!

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Excerpt

Standing

at the bar, I flagged down the bartender and ordered two beers. Waiting for my

change, I jumped when warm breath danced against the skin of my neck. “Tell

your friend you’re leaving. I want

you naked and lying on your bed in exactly thirty minutes.” The word friend was

said like it tasted bad.

“And

if I say no?” The words came out breathlessly as my body tingled with

anticipation.

“Punishment.”

A full body shiver worked through me. One word, highly effective.

“I

can’t waste my beer,” I argued.

Mack

positioned his hands on either side of my body and leaned into my back, getting

as close as he could to me. My belly pressed into the bar, and I thought he

might kiss me, but after several seconds he plucked a bottle from in front of

me. “Now you have no excuse.” I jumped when he landed a smack on my butt, and

then I was watching his back saunter away with my beer.

Still

reeling from what just happened, I shook my head and followed him to the

backroom. The whole way I argued with myself over whether or not I was going to

do as he said. On the one hand, I really wanted my fix of him. It was one of

the reasons I had come out tonight. Okay, it was actually the reason. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen John in a really long

time, and I didn’t like the idea of Mack making me leave when he wanted me to.

And the threat of punishment wasn’t so much of a deterrent, but rather

compelled me to want to disobey him.

Mack

was lowering himself in a seat next to Kara when I hit the room. My heart

skipped a beat at how good he looked. His tight white t-shirt stretched across

his chest, and his long legs were clad with worn blue jeans. He leaned back in

the chair and stretched his leg out in front of him, crossing them at the

ankle. He looked casual and laidback, but his eyes were avidly watching me with

an attentiveness that until that point I’d only seen him use in the bedroom. It

was enough to convince me to leave.

“Didn’t

you get yourself one?” John asked when I handed him his beer.

“Nah.

Got called into work. I’m off on Sunday if you want to come over for dinner.

I’ll make sauce.”

His

grin was infectious and I found myself smiling even though my insides were

knotted after my conversation with Mack. “I could never pass up your sauce.

I’ll bring a bottle of wine.” John leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m glad I

ran into you. I was afraid after all this time away you just didn’t want to see

me anymore.” Even though his tone was joking, I knew he meant the words. After

our history, I couldn’t blame him for being concerned.

“Never,”

I said with conviction. “I really have to go. I’ll see you Sunday.”

“Sunday.”

I

turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd towards the exit. Looking over

my shoulder, my eyes met Mack’s and I swear I felt his gaze straight down to my toes.

MeetTheAuthor

Jessica is the author of the Love Square & Concierge series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she’s been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.

Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.


Cover Reveal: That Which Destroys Me by Kimber Dawn

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“I will push so hard that you are going to want to both run to me and away from me. I’m going to twist your emotions and mind into nothing more than a cluster-fuck. If you are able to withstand my diabolical methods, if you remain a good girl and please me without pissing me off too many times, then after I fuck your mind, I’m going to fuck you—past the brink of insanity, exactly where you’ve left me waiting since I first laid eyes on you. Understood?”—Wesley Jacobs

Excerpt 1:
After I move Stella’s sleeping form up on the bed, I pull the sheet up to cover her before sliding into bed and curling her body around mine. I grip her thigh and hike it up over my waist, my lips settle on top of her head and I inhale the scent of her hair before kissing her.
God, she smells like a crisp winter morning.
I run my fingertips up and down her arm and cannot keep the ridiculous smile from my face any longer.
I look down at her through the darkness and whisper, “You don’t fucking break, angel?” I chuckle, “No, I guess you don’t my little angel that fights. But you sure as fuck submit.”

That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn, Release date: May 1st
Synopsis:
A beautiful, enchanting story of love, happiness— *Record needle scratches across vinyl*
I’m just fucking with you. Love, happiness, and fairy tales… Yeah, they don’t live here anymore.
The only things residing amongst these thin and baren walls is Dominance, submission, and twisted fucking obsession.
Stella’s childhood consisted of things that would leave even the strongest shattered and desecrated.
She gets knocked down over and over throughout her life… Though she is bloodied and battered she stands back up every single time, smirks and nods her head before asking, “That all you got?”.

Wesley has shoved his way through the rich life with both middle fingers up. He’s also shoved his way through half of the socialite population, but all that vanilla has left him a starved man.
He knows he can’t keep his Dom fed with just kinky little masochistic vanilla’s anymore.

On his mission to find the perfect sub Wesley stumbles across a broken, shattered angel, only to find when she comes up swinging, that this little angel knows how to fight.
Is he dominant enough to bend the broken? Is he strong enough to hold on when she bends and breaks?
How can she submit when all she knows is to fight? When the weight of her past crashes down upon them will that which destroys her finally destroy her as well him?

“We will fight, angel. We’ll fight hard. But it’ll be worth every strike below the belt. Every hateful or spiteful word said, because when we love, when we fuck, when our passion reaches an intensity so goddamn powerful like it has every single time, it’ll extinguish all the bad. I want all your hate, Stell… Just as much as I want all your love. We are doing this. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it, angel. Is that understood?”

 
Excerpt 2:

His mouth stops between my shoulder blades and he roughly whispers against my skin, “Now, Ms. Reese,” his stomach muscles tense and I feel his cock slide between my ass cheeks before thrusting back and forth. When he stops he uses his torso to align the head of his cock at my entrance, “I’m going to fuck,” He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back, “The goddamn hell out of you. Understood?”
The head of his cock pushes in only to immediately be pulled out. “Yes.” I try to nod but his grip in my hair tightens as he wraps it around his fist a second time. “Y-yes, sir.” The words fall out as I moan and try to push myself back against him.
I barely have ‘sir’ out of my mouth before he slams into me to the hilt. A piercing shriek is ripped from my throat causing him to still, the hands fisted around my hair and gripping my shoulder allow me no room for movement. I’m shocked when I feel tears bite the back of my eyelids. Wesley’s lips brush kisses between my shoulder blades before whispering, “You’ve been bent, but you’ve not yet broken, angel. Yes or No. Rust?”
Around a ragged moan I reply, “No, fuck no rust.” I rock back against him as much I possibly can trying to urge him to move.
I’ve never felt so utterly complete in all my life, at the same time completely split in two.
Pain and pleasure blend their colors, pride and humiliation lose their importance. All I care about and all I ever want I have right now in this moment, and I’ll beg to keep it, “Please, Wesley, baby, please.” I push back with every ounce of strength I own trying to create the friction I need and it causes the hairs to snap from their roots at the nape of my neck.

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A Woman Gone Mad
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And the follow-up of A Woman Gone Mad, Leo Phillips story Holding Her in Madness-http://www.amazon.com/Holding-Madness-Leos-loving-Woman-ebook/dp/B00J74FOQ0/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0GTY6403826R21QZ2NDV

 

Cover Reveal! Andreas and Dante by Bella Ross

These two books look good, add them to you TBR list today!

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Club Pluto.Andreas.DubaiAndreas – Dubai

Genre: BDSM/erotic romance

Releasing May, 2014

One determined Journalist….

Freelance journalist, Genevieve Parker, has just been handed the biggest story of her career. But there’s one problem…Going undercover as a submissive in one of the most exclusive BDSM clubs in the world was more than she bargained for. But that’s nothing compared to the man she meets there. Andreas Contos. Her assignment. Gorgeous. Powerful. Mysterious. Genevieve is fascinated…intrigued. But does her intense attraction and willingness to go places with him she’s never gone before sexually really have to do with writing her exposé? Feeling confused and overwhelmed, every instinct tells her to run before her professional facade comes crashing down…before she has to choose between obligation and desire….

One elusive billionaire…

Greek billionaire, Andreas Contos, is more than he seems. Between the powerful company he keeps and the secrets that lurk behind closed doors, trusting anyone is out of the question – especially the lush and sensual woman he just met. But there is something different about Genevieve – a guarded nature he’s anxious to penetrate. Unable to resist her, Andreas proceeds in taking her under his wing for the night to show her his world – a world of exquisite pleasure. As the two of them get deeper in exploring the eroticism of mind and body, danger watches them from the shadows…

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Read an excerpt from Club Pluto – Andreas – Dubai:
Lifestyle journalist Genevieve Parker stood in the shadows to the right of the bar and did her best to tame her growing anxiety. How the hell had this happened?

She was in Dubai – in the middle of an arid desert – on the southern coast of the Arabian Peninsula just south of Abu Dhabi, about to embark on the worst nightmare of her life. Club Pluto – the most exclusive BDSM club in the world.

She gave herself a moment to calm down, pulled air into her lungs, held it, and exhaled slowly. But her pulse was still humming, her body trembling.

She looked around, trying to compose herself. Her eyes adjusted to the subdued light, and she could finally see into the dark and shadowy corners of the club. What had been hidden when she first walked in was now fully revealed.
Discomfort gripped her belly as her eyes swept over the opulence placed over three entire floors with unrivalled views of Dubai Marina. The shimmering skyline as backdrop was breathtaking. The mood inside surreal. A kaleidoscope of colours and textures and sounds.

The soothing darkness, erotic rather than romantic, was made more so by the golden glow of candles scattered about and red-toned lamps on tables and along the back ledge of the bar. She’d never been in a place this beautiful, rich or decadent. The overhead red and gold chandeliers bathed the sumptuous space in a sultry haze. From the burnished gold walls and eclectic statutes, to the jeweled colored velvet cushions, rich wood finishes and Asian flower arrangements everywhere was a delicious compliment to the well-dressed movers and shakers in her midst.

As her survey continued, she loved the ornate Chinese screens cleverly sectioning off the large space into smaller intimate corners and niches for romantic tête-à-têtes. The bar, main dining area and dance floor was where the bulk of action was taking place. Many lounged in groups on red velvet couches, while several were huddling around the bar, and the rest sat at small cafe style tables scattered about with drinks in hand murmuring their private conversations which was barely audible over the erotic trancelike music coming from the wall speakers. Each one, she noted, was totally at ease with the unabashed sensual and erotic energy around them. Of course they would be. This was Club Pluto. People came here to indulge their deepest fantasies or watch others fulfill theirs. Although she doubted that anyone beside the VIP members really knew what went on the third floor.

Genevieve cast her gaze to the floor, forcing her eyes shut and trying to calm her racing pulse. It was no use.
She groaned inwardly.

I need you to cover the story Parker, her boss had said. Due to a broken leg, Suzanne won’t be able to complete the assignment. You’re the only one available to do it. Larry Tams had peered at her with a stern frown.
At the time she’d answered yes, absolutely she’d cover for Suzanne. But that was before she’d known what the assignment was. And where. And what it required.

Now, agreeing had been a big mistake. Big. Huge.

Oh, God. What was she doing here? She was a respected freelance lifestyle journalist, writing features and articles about art and culture and politics, and not about BDSM sub-culture of whips and chains! What had Tams been thinking? Never mind that, what the hell was Suzanne thinking?

Apparently, Club Pluto was the venue of choice for billionaires with dark and kinky urges. And the hefty membership fee they paid ensured their privacy and bought them the privilege of indulging those urges. Membership was by invite only. Shrouded in secrecy, the main purpose for Club Pluto was kept within the tight confines of its elite members. Men with more money than God. Most of its patrons, if not all, had no idea what Club Pluto was really about. Its buzz as one of the hottest clubs in the world, catering to the uber-cool and monied crowd, was enough to keep inquiring minds at bay. A clever strategy if there ever was one. But Genevieve didn’t care about all that. There was only one member in particular that she’d come to inquire about tonight.

Greek billionaire, Andreas Contos, was on every journalist’s wish list. The dream interview. Rumours and speculation about his past abounded. CIA. Assassin. Mercenary. Thus the intrigue. But they were only rumors mostly because members of the press had yet to prove them. As for his status as a Dominant, well that was yet unproven too. But according to Suzanne, he was leader of the pack. If her claim was true, then Andreas Contos was going to be one hell of a headline.

From a journalistic point of view she could see the fascination. But from a personal one, who the hell cared? Did the world really need another exposé about a wealthy man with bizarre sexual tastes? Hardly, in her opinion.
The claws of irritation gripped her insides as she steeled herself for what she was about to do. It was a job, an assignment. How could she have refused? She needed the money. Hell, with the state of the economy right now every penny was gold. As a freelance journalist being picky or fussy was a breath away from living on the streets. Unless the assignment risked life and limb, refusing would’ve been downright stupid.

She knew nothing about the lifestyle nor had any interest in it. However, their readers would. The audience of ‘The World’ magazine, a popular monthly covering lifestyle, travel and culture, had eclectic tastes and appetites. The story would titillate, fascinate and push the boundaries of sexual taboos. As far as she was concerned, it was just plain weird.

Not that she was a prude. Sure, she was a small-town girl, but she’d lived in New York long enough to have stumbled upon a few lovers. Not that she was all that great in the sac. Really, making love was rather overrated, at least for her. Obviously the men she chose either didn’t know what pleased a woman or they weren’t interested in pleasing her. She didn’t know and hadn’t cared enough to ask.

Eventually, she’d resigned herself to the fact that men didn’t really want or desire her. They preferred women with trimmer bodies, who were uninhibited, and more sexually inclined. That realization had hurt like a bitch. She may not have been a modern day Aphrodite but at least she was a good person. Smart, sensible, practical, hardworking, unselfish. Relatively average, if not attractive. She gave all she could to her mom, her job. It was enough, right?
But evidently such qualities did not give men erections. As a result, her sex life was non-existent. She’d learned to channel those energies into her work instead. And besides, the idea of sexual exploration and experimentation sounded exhausting and time consuming. Who the hell had the time in a 24/7 world anyway?

Yeah, her sexual experiences were limited for this assignment. But her experience in her job was not and therefore she would not allow her biases to dictate the outcome. After all, she was a professional.

This assignment demanded that of her. In a big way.

Integrity was a central part of her core and she’d be damned if a few niggling fears and insecurities would prevent her from completing it.

For the past five years work had come first. She’d garnered a reputation for being persistent, thorough and cool. And those adjectives, she decided, were the reasons for staying put because she was going to get what she’d come for. The time wasn’t going to be wasted. All she needed was an hour. Sixty minutes. In that time she could gather enough information for a concise and very exclusive article about Andreas Contos.

Well actually, more like an exposé. It would be a coup, the biggest of her career, and maybe, just maybe help put her on the map.

Oh, God.

Undercover at a BDSM club.

Fabulous!

She pushed out a steadying breath and wrapped her rigid fingers around the strap of her navy blue purse. All she had to do was don her voyeuristic writer persona and observe from a safe distance. She wasn’t here to participate, after all, only watch, file and absorb.

Not that she judged people who were into BDSM. No, of course not. It was the extremes she questioned. The means to attain pleasure. And most all, the element of pain.

Why? Because her father had been a sadistic bastard.

But now was not the time to think about her abusive father. It was in the past and a lifetime ago. The anger would wait, it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. It hadn’t for nearly twenty years. But she’d contained it, rolled mountains over it

Ever hear of earthquakes, Genevieve?

Shrugging off those thoughts, her eyes scanned the club once more, searching for the mysterious Andreas Contos. Her eyes travelled to the back of the club where a staircase rose up from the main floor in a circular fashion and disappeared mysteriously into the far recesses of the building. It reminded Genevieve of a labyrinth with ineffable depths. She knew the play area was up there and so were the rooms which members had to pay extra to use for private indulgences. She couldn’t even imagine what was going on up there right now. But down here, beside the subdued opulence and exclusive vibe, felt like a normal club at first glance. Well kind of, if you removed the waitresses rushing about in black, tight latex pants and red corsets, cinched so tight, Genevieve wondered how they breathed. But to her great relief everyone was at least fully clothed.

Jesus. How was she going to pull this undercover shit off? Just the thought of such sexual activities taking place upstairs filled her with…with what? Disgust? No, that was too harsh of a word for what she was feeling. Curiosity? No, that wasn’t it either. Anticipation? No, not quite. Turned on? She froze. She swallowed.

Oh, God.

Turned on? Really, Genevieve? Was she nuts? Then again she stood in a BDSM club. That realization created all sorts of funny feelings in her.

And then she saw him. Those funny feelings knotted in her stomach at the sight of him.

He was sitting with a few men in a spacious VIP booth that allowed plenty of room for the five men, all above six feet tall, with shoulder spans to match.

Was stunning even the right word to describe him? She wondered. His hair was dark as coal, thick and wavy, just long enough to brush the tip of his shirt collar. His eyes, thanks to the angle of the club lighting, showed green, vibrant as emeralds, like his aura. He was on the end, probably because he had the widest shoulders and longest legs. The white shirt he wore with his black slacks had to be tailored for those shoulders. He reeked of money. And a man who sat like that knew his net worth. But she wasn’t after his cash. Just to observe him in action. If she ever got up the courage to leave the corner that is.

“There you are.”

She snapped out of her mental bubble to find herself facing a tall and powerful man. He had dark, close-cropped hair and intense blue eyes, causing a shiver to run over her skin. She could tell he noticed, but he remained smooth, professional. “I’m Tye Warner, one of the owners here. I just wanted to come by and meet you. Gary Newman called me earlier to inform me that you would be coming to check out our club.”

“Yes.” Sort of check out the club. Andreas Contos being the reason. The third floor being the other. Once Suzanne had nailed down the billionaire’s club of choice, she’d contacted Gary Newman, a politician and a member at Club Pluto, and called in a favor. At first he’d been reluctant, but Suzanne had harassed him for an invite until he relented. Suzanne had enough dirt to have people do her bidding. Yeah, she knew where all the bodies were buried.

“Its been interesting so far.”

“I know at first sight its a lot to take in,” he said. “But there’s nothing to be nervous about.” He ran a light, reassuring hand down her arm. “We have security inside and out, and the staff knows to keep a diligent eye on VIP guests such as yourself. So you are safe.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “That helps a little.”
“Good.” He smiled. “So where do you want to start?”

“I…um. Well, I don’t know…” Her gaze flickered, a brief flash. Still, Tye shifted and determined exactly whom she’d been looking at.

“I see. Give me a second.”

And he was gone. Even though she felt awkward being left alone at the bar, she couldn’t help from noting he had a fine walk. Leather pants fitted tight, black shirt tucked in, the tight firm ass and the predatory grace of a panther commanded the eye of every woman in the room.

Stopping at one booth, he stroked a proprietary hand over a blue-eyed woman with red hair. From the way her gaze heated, whatever he said to her was obviously intimate. His eyes flamed in response. Stroking her hair once more, he moved away and straight toward the table where Genevieve’s target was sitting.

“Oh, s**t, no…” She stood, paralyzed, as he put a hand on Andreas’ shoulder, leaning down to his ear. If every man at that booth turned around and stared at her, she was going to pretend a bomb was about to blow and dive behind the bar for cover.

Andreas stilled, glancing up at Tye. Then he shifted his gaze to her.

In those few nervous seconds, Genevieve debated whether to meet his eyes or not. Smile, not smile. Oh, Jesus. This is what she always did. Worried about her appearance whenever a man looked her way. What, with her lush breasts, round hips, full ass, it was a far cry from Victoria Secret model perfection. That was for damn sure.

Men like him, she knew, preferred beauty if not physical perfection in a woman. She doubted he would like her. She’d heard the tales of submission that went on here from Suzanne and she wasn’t the type to fall to her knees before a man. She might fantasize about it, but she had too much pride to actually do it. So since she didn’t qualify on either count, she had to chill. This was only an undercover assignment and not a love match. Not that a part of her couldn’t imagine what it would be like to submit to a man like Andreas Contos, but she was too practical to indulge in such a fantasy.

Besides, he was way out of her league. From Suzanne’s notes, she’d learned some of the lingo associated with the lifestyle. Andreas was what those in the lifestyle would call a true Dom, a naturally dominant man that everyone automatically deferred to without being aware of it or knowing why.

And Lord help her, he was gorgeous. His face was flawlessly sculpted, chiseled jaw dusted with stubble. Strong, proud, beautifully male. What would it feel like to make love to a man like Andreas Contos? She frowned at that. Hardly appropriate. And totally unlikely.

She kept her eyes on anything but him. First she watched the people huddled around the bar not too far from where she was standing, then the hot looking waitresses serving food and drinks with machine like efficiency, then a man and woman getting up from their table, arm in arm, heading to the staircase. There was no doubt what was on their minds or where they were going. It didn’t matter, just so long as she didn’t look in Andreas Contos direction.
But it was useless. She could feel his stare demanding her attention. Genevieve fought the pull on instinct. Finally, she shifted her gaze and locked eyes with him. His expression changed. It wasn’t quite a smile, and it wasn’t quite amusement. It was something else. Approval.

While she knew she was standing by the bar, people shuffling past her, music vibrating beneath her feet and off the walls, it all melted away. Her breath went short and she couldn’t be sure why her heart was pounding. Fear, excitement, tension all went to battle. It was scary as hell. And she stood still, like a deer caught in the headlights, blinded by that hot, focused stare.


Also by Bella Ross

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Wanderlust Series

From glamorous capitals to exotic playgrounds…couples are swept up in desire passion & lust.

Genre: Erotic Romance

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Sometimes yielding to temptation is the only option…

Halle Blake has landed her dream job as creative director for M & G, one of the largest luxury goods conglomerates in the world. But before officially stepping into her new role, she decides to celebrate by taking off to Tahiti for some fun in the sun. While there she meets a tempting and gorgeous photographer who sweeps her off her feet. But upon her return, all tanned, revived and feeling fabulous, Halle comes face to face with the biggest shock of her life…

 


About the author:

Bella Ross is a writer with many passions, two of which are writing and travelling. She wrote her first book (a novel) at eighteen a la Jackie Collins. But back then, unbeknownst to her, life was about to take her on a detour. As she set off on her new course, her dream of writing took a backseat and her entrepreneurial spirit flourished instead. But after many years of worldly pursuits, the urge to write returned and the time was right to follow her bliss.

She believes its never too late to follow your dreams/bliss.

Her books/stories are her first attempt at erotic romance. She loves the genre and its endless creative possibilities. She likes pairing bold and dynamic (Alpha) men with sexy and strong women – which in her opinion – make for a hot and sizzling combination. With her love of travel, it is no surprise that her ‘Wanderlust Series’ take place in glamorous capitals or exotic locales around the world. Its the perfect backdrop/setting for her characters to explore and indulge their lusts and passions, loves and desires.

When she’s not writing, she’s reading, or gallivanting all over seeking new inspiration, or people watching while enjoying a latte at Starbucks and jotting down ideas.

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