Undeniable (11 page)

Errion took a deep breath to steady himself. “Tell me the truth, Farjika, you've never thought about being bound before tonight?”

“No.” Her answer came out swiftly, forcefully and almost defensively.

“But now, it's all you can think about.”

Her lips parted in automatic denial, but she closed them ever so slowly, her head shaking back and forth, her delicately arched brows lowered in confusion.

“Imagine yourself as that woman.”

Her gaze went instinctively toward the statue.

“Silky rope binds your arms behind your back, putting you at the mercy of the man before you.” He hesitated then decided he would have only one chance to plant the seed, so he forged ahead. He grabbed her wrists before she could react and pulled them behind her back. When she dropped her head, exhaling a long whimpering sigh of surrender, she said more than words ever could.

Hit the erotic jackpot.

 

Sin City

© 2010 Lacey Alexander

 

Hot in the City, Book 2

Diana Marsh is trying to change her wicked ways. She's even dating a guy everyone agrees is prime husband material—conservative and boring, everything her family could wish for. There's only one secret vice left to eliminate: Marc Davenport, the super sexy co-worker she's been flirting with online. A business trip to Las Vegas is her opportunity to do just that, to sow the last of her wild oats with Marc before retiring behind the white picket fence. And where better than the ultra-erotic playground of Sin City?

A new job awaits Marc in France, and a casual fling with Diana is the perfect send-off—together they indulge in every conceivable hot and scintillating fantasy the town has to offer. Even if her resolve to turn off her sensual nature bothers Marc, he reminds himself that their naughty games are only temporary and she's a determined woman with a plan.

However, when the two are ripped apart without warning, all bets are off. To Marc, Diana's wild side is too beautiful to be contained. Too beautiful, he suddenly realizes, to let him walk away without playing to win.

Warning: Contains a full deck of erotic delights and a heroine who's holding all the cards—three of a kind and
everything's
wild. Who says the house always wins?

 

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Sin City:

Diana Marsh had just switched off the light next to her bed when the phone rang. She reached out in the darkness and put the receiver to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, it's me.” Marc Davenport, her work associate and long-distance friend. Or was he more than a friend?

Their office-to-office work calls had gotten longer and more flirtatious recently, and hearing his voice made her smile in the dark. “Hey.”

“You sound sleepy—were you asleep? Damn, what time is it there? I totally forgot about the time difference.”

“It's—” she switched on the light and sought out her bedside clock, “—just after eleven, but that's okay. I only went to bed a few minutes ago.” In fact, she'd decided to turn in after she'd given up on him calling, thinking maybe he'd decided it was a bad idea.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

So simple, one little word—
sweetheart
. Despite herself, just the sound of the endearment, delivered in his rich baritone, made her breasts ache a little, her pussy tingle with a hint of awareness. “Yeah, I'm sure. I want to talk.”

It was a first for them—a call outside the office. But the workload had been light today and a phone call to ask her opinion on the wording of an entry in the fall catalog had turned into a phone call about a hundred other things: movies they'd seen lately, music they listened to, Marc's hopes of moving to Europe for a while, and even the guy Diana was currently seeing—although she'd tried to steer away from that topic quickly. Before they'd finally hung up, Marc had said, “Hey, why don't I call you later tonight? We can talk some more.”

She'd agreed, thinking it was safe, harmless. Just a little fun, just talking with a friend—a friend that sent frissons of heat echoing through her veins more and more lately.

But she couldn't think about that—in fact, she had to
stop
those feelings before they got out of control.

Because Diana was done being the black sheep of the family, finished being the Class A Bad Girl she'd been her whole life. She was cleaning up her act, playing it safe for a change.

Surely a late night call from a…
friend
wouldn't interfere with that?

“I thought maybe you'd forgotten,” she said, “or decided not to call.”

“No way, sweetheart—you know I love to hear your pretty voice. I'd have called earlier, but I just got home.”

“I hope you weren't at the office all this time.” Marc worked at the company's corporate headquarters in Las Vegas, where she calculated the time to be after eight.

“No, nothing like that. I just went out with some guys after work. A long happy hour.”

“Sounds fun.” Diana didn't
do
happy hour anymore and the pleasure-seeking part of her soul experienced a small bout of envy.

“I wouldn't have called, though, if I'd known you'd already put on your jammies and gotten all tucked in to bed.”

She laughed. “I'm not exactly four years old, you know. I don't have a strict bedtime.”

“Oh, don't worry, I'm very aware you're not a little girl.”

“And just what does
that
mean?” she asked in a playful tone. Despite talking on the phone a couple of times a week for the past year, not to mention sending lots of e-mail—some of it work-related, some of it chatty—she and Marc had never met.

“I've seen your picture on the company website, sweetheart,” he admitted. She'd seen his, too, and found him utterly hot—the best-looking thing in a suit and tie she'd ever laid eyes on.

“And?”

“And…” She could almost hear his playful grin. “I liked what I saw. A lot.”

“What did you like so much?”

“Your gorgeous brown hair with just a hint of auburn, your hazel eyes and creamy skin, and that sexy pinstripe suit you were wearing.”

She let out a small giggle. “You can't even see my suit below the shoulders in that picture. And besides, I didn't know pinstripes were sexy.”

“What can I say? Professional women get me hot.”

Diana didn't reply, just sat up in bed a little and let
herself
get hot at the knowledge that she wasn't the only one caught up in a bit of lust here.

“Just please tell me,” he said, “that the skirt is as short as I like to imagine it is.”

She let her voice go a little husky. “Uh, yeah, it is. I'm a short skirt kinda girl.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

But I'm a
good
girl, too
, she reminded herself. Marc had the ability to make her forget herself, the self she intended to be from now on.

“So what kind of pajama girl are you? What are you wearing right now?”

She sucked in her breath—this was starting to get steamy. And was about to get even steamier, she had a feeling. “The white baby-doll tank and panty set from the catalog,” she said, unduly gratified to know he'd be able to picture the skimpy outfit with ease. They were employed by Adrianna, Inc., a maker of fine lingerie and loungewear, and Marc worked on the team that designed and produced the quarterly catalogs.

“Damn, honey—any chance you're on a cell phone that can send me a picture?”

She laughed. “Even if I was, what makes you think I'd send you one of me in my little nighties?”

His chuckle was rich and full-bodied. “Well, maybe you wouldn't, not yet. But I bet I could talk you into it.”

“How?”

“That's for me to know,” he said, then shifted the subject back to her baby-doll tank set. “So, tell me, does the ultra-soft cotton we describe in the catalog feel as good against your skin as we promise?”

She smiled to herself. “Mmm-hmm. Very soft and silky, just like the copy says.”

“And do your nipples show through the white?”

Her breath caught and her cunt turned restless, tickly. “I'll…have to check on that,” she said, aware her voice had come out more whispery than she'd intended. Getting up, she walked to her dresser and glanced in the mirror. Two dark, sexy shadows puckered against the fabric; her breasts turned heavy. Returning to the bed, she picked up the phone, bit her lip slightly, then answered. “Yes, quite clearly, in fact.”

“Mmm, I bet you've got very pretty breasts.”

She wished he could see the come-hither smile she knew she wore. “Well, if I do say so myself…”

He offered a light laugh before getting sexy again. “Are your nipples hard?”

Another quick wave of heat. “Um, yeah. They definitely are.”

“And your pubic hair? Does it show through the white cotton, too?”

What a wicked boy, she thought. And what a wicked girl she was, as well. For the moment, she'd given up trying to fight it. “I don't
have
any pubic hair. I keep it waxed off.”

A slightly stunned silence met her ear and she enjoyed it immensely. “All of it?”

“Yeah.”

“God, sweetheart, you just made my dick hard.”

Her voice came breathy, hot. “And you just made my pussy wet.”

Another tense silence—but this one was pure heat, shared across a distance of over two thousand miles.

“Touch it for me,” he whispered. “Will you do that?”

“On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Wrap your hand around your cock for
me
.”

Undeniable

 

 

 

Delilah Devlin

 

 

 

 

The best defense is no match for desire this hot…

 

Dark Frontier, Book 1

Kate McKinnon's Sanctuary is an island of refuge in a western frontier shrouded in post-apocalyptic chaos. Her only escape from her crushing responsibilities is occasional radio contact with other
 
pockets of survivors. Especially one man whose deep, raspy voice cuts through her exhaustion, straight to her heart. A man whose face she has only imagined.

When she and her ranch hands are surrounded by renegades, she doesn't recognize the leader of the militaristic band that rescues them, but knows that voice.

Ty Bennett is already half in love with the human woman whose voice haunts his dreams. His impulsive offer to add muscle to the Sanctuary's defenses is dangerous to them both. Helping her may redeem some of his sins, but proximity only increases his hunger to possess her—body, soul…and blood.
 

Without hesitation, she welcomes Ty and his men into the Sanctuary…only to discover the reason why they only ride at night. Yet the survival instinct that screams at her to drive them off is no match for Ty's seductive powers. Or the need for protection from the threat that howls at Sanctuary's gates.

 

Warning: Expect a dark, violent world where a vampire driven by uncontrollable lusts strikes a bargain with a strong woman willing to succumb to the carnal pleasures only a vampire can provide.

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Undeniable

Copyright © 2011 by Delilah Devlin

ISBN: 978-1-60928-488-6

Edited by Lindsey Faber

Cover by Scott Carpenter

 

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