Sometimes a single touch is all it
takes to spark a wildfire.
Erin Warner learned that the day she
bumped into the dashing, tattooed stranger on a busy Chicago street corner.
She’s captivated from the moment his mystifying green eyes find hers, and it
isn’t long before she finds herself flying to exotic locales to assist him, the
award-winning erotic photographer Hunter Ellis, on location. What she didn’t
bargain for was the way he makes her blood bubble and churn with lust and
thinly-veiled promises of unfathomable erotic pleasure with every click of his
camera.
But there is more to Hunter than meets
the eye, including the intricately etched tattoos decorating his body that
disguise horrific scars from a past he refuses to revisit. As she peels away
the layers, Erin realizes that what she thought was true, never really was at
all, for both of them.
Now she can only hope that blind
adoration for the dashing stranger didn’t sign her death warrant.
The first in a thrilling new erotic
serial intended for mature audiences.
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Excerpt
“Anxious, Princess?” he hummed, leaning across my
back, his teeth catching the zipper that ran down the back of my dress and
pulling it down one inch at a time. With my breathing ragged, the dress fell to
the floor in a whoosh of fabric and left me standing in a strapless bra and
nothing else.
He ushered me across the length of the
bench at the foot of his king bed. With my knees firmly seated on the cushion
and ass in the air, I turned as he shrugged out of the tux jacket and
unbuttoned the crisp dress shirt with quiet precision.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered, his eyes
boring into mine, and I saw the switch then. The lowering of his tone, the heat
that burned in his green irises. This was Hunter fucking. Hunter fucking was so
much hotter than Hunter shooting, and Hunter behind a camera made my stomach
swim.
I closed my eyes and turned away from
him.
I waited, my breaths slow and measured
as the goosebumps raced across my skin. I waited and I fucking waited, every
nerve in my body on edge, aware of every shift he made, until finally his
fingertips traced the curve of my ass, before both hands wrapped around my
wrists and I felt the rough fibers of a rope slipping against my skin.
“Wait.” I choked and pushed back, waves
of anxiety and guilt replacing arousal. As if he hadn’t heard, he continued to
wrap the long length of rope around my wrists and up my forearms before he
slipped the rope around one tall mahogany bed post.
My stomach curled and flipped, my arms
instinctively pulling back, resisting the control he wanted. “Hunter, wait.”
Words burned on my lips like fiery cinnamon drops.
“What?” he growled and his eyes darted
to catch mine.
“There’s something I have to tell you.”
I dreaded the words that hung on my lips. It was the wrong place, the wrong
time, but I couldn’t take it any longer.
“You don’t have to tell me anything.”
He tightened the rope with a swift tug and then his palms were back to running
the lengths of my arms and down my torso, my hips twisting as my thighs grew
slick.
“There are things you don’t know—”
“I know more than you think I do, and I
don’t want to talk about it right now.” Giant palms jerked my ass against his
thick erection beneath the fine fabric of his dress pants. I wiggled and
sighed, wanting desperately to get lost in this moment with him, but the guilt
had been weighing me down, loading my feet with lead blocks that left me
stumbling and moving much too slowly for my own good.
“I’m—”
“Shut your mouth, Princess.” The
fingers of one hand dug into the flesh of my ass cheek, while a thumb on his
other pushed past my lips and into my mouth, forcing me to bite down. “Don’t
act so disappointed — I have you right where you like to be.” He leaned across
my back, his crisp shirt rough against my cool skin as my arms stretched to
hold the pressure of his heavy body. “Without control,” he growled and
tightened his hold in my mouth, forcing my head to turn and catch his stare. “I
don’t want another word from you until I say so.” His eyes flashed with
warning. My pussy clenched and my thighs shifted. He was right, this is exactly
where I wanted to be. With him I felt protected in a way I never had. My
feelings were barricaded by his imposing voice and giant body. Twisted up in
his bonds and helpless, I was finally safe.
About the Author
Adriane Leigh was born and raised in
a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives among the sand dunes of
the Lake Michigan lakeshore.
She graduated with a Literature
degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
She is married to a tall, dark, and
handsome guy, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She is a voracious reader
and wishes she had more time to knit scarves to keep her warm during the arctic
Michigan winters.
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