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Monday, October 26, 2015
single touch is all it takes to spark a wildfire.
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
The first in a
thrilling new erotic serial intended for mature audiences.
“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
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
“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.
growled and his eyes darted to catch mine.
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.
“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.
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
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.