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  “Because I told you to cover yourself and you didn’t.”

  Her throat moved as she swallowed. “But… But you… I thought you liked…” She stopped. “I saw it, Hunter. In your eyes.”

  “Saw what?”

  “You were…attracted to me.”

  “No. That’s not what you saw.”

  “It was. Don’t deny it.”

  “You misunderstood.”

  She searched his face. “I know what I saw. I’m not an idiot.”

  “Stop pushing me, Ellie.”

  “You think that’s pushing?” An expression he couldn’t read flared in her eyes. “No. This is pushing.” And before he could stop her, she moved her hand between his thighs, the warmth of her palm covering his fly. Pressing down on the hard ridge of him. Touching him.

  For one intense second Hunter was conscious only of the surge of heat that went through him. A heat so intense he went rigid with shock. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t even breathe.

  Ellie’s eyes had gone so wide he could see the rim of gray around the outside of her green contacts. “You’re hard,” she murmured, as if she couldn’t believe it herself. “My God… Hunter—”

  Instinct kicked in. An instinct that had been protecting him for sixteen years. An instinct that turned the heat of her touch into the icy grip of fear.

  Without thinking, his fingers closed around her wrist and he tore her hand away from him. “Don’t touch me,” he heard himself say roughly. “Don’t ever touch me!”

  There will be pain…but only if she asks nicely.

  You Really Got Me

  © 2014 Kelly Jamieson

  Kendall Vioget fell hard for Police Chief Jason Holloway, until the best sex of her life became something more, something she wasn’t ready for. Afraid of what he asked of her, afraid of her own desires, she walked away.

  Now her brother’s fiancée has gone missing a week before the wedding, bringing Jason back into her life. She needs his help, but her body is losing the battle to resist the hunger to satisfy the dark cravings he can set free.

  Jason understands what she needs, and when her increasing submission banishes the self-doubts he’s been carrying around, he knows a perfect match like this comes along only once in a lifetime. Until the missing persons case becomes a murder investigation, and suspicion falls on her brother.

  Kendall will do anything to protect the only family she has left, and Jason will do anything to make sure a killer is put behind bars. If he doesn’t handle this case right, the most precious gift she could have given him—her trust—will be destroyed. Permanently.

  Warning: This book contains bondage, spanking, a sexy police chief determined to catch a killer, a woman determined to protect her family, and wine…lots of wine.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for You Really Got Me:

  Jason followed Kendall into his bedroom. As she took in the flickering candles he’d placed around the room her steps slowed. Music pulsed quietly in an urgent, erotic rhythm and the scent of beeswax hung in the air. A smile curved her lips as her gaze roamed to his big bed, then landed on the rope and the blindfold lying there. Her eyes widened.

  She swallowed and turned to look up at him.

  Candlelight gleamed on her shiny dark hair. Her big brown eyes shadowed with questions and her pretty lips parted. So beautiful. So perfect.

  In the time they’d been seeing each other, things between them had developed from a spine-tingling attraction to a deep, urgent need. Innocent dinner dates at charity events and restaurants had eventually led to sex, the best he’d ever had, sex that had become harder and faster and darker. Yeah, he’d pushed it, but she’d gone there with him. Perfect.

  “What is this music?” she asked of the techno beat pulsing around them.

  “Lords of Acid,” he said, holding her gaze. “The song is ‘Rough Sex’.”

  Her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly. “You really need to start listening to rock n’ roll,” she muttered.

  His lips twitched. They’d had this conversation about their divergent musical tastes before. Although before, they’d been talking about the differences between Rascal Flatts and Keith Urban, and the Doors and Cream, including a lively discussion comparing Keith Urban’s guitar skills to Eric Clapton’s.

  “This music suits my mood tonight,” he murmured. “Tonight…I’m going to give you what you’ve been wanting.”

  Her eyes widened again and she sucked in a breath.

  Rough sex.

  “You need this,” he said, keeping his tone gentle, holding her gaze steadily. “You know it, Kendall.”

  “Need what?” she whispered with another nervous glance toward the bed.

  “Need me to take control.”

  She bit her lip, studying him.

  “Been watching you, babe.” He reached out and touched gentle fingertips to her jaw. “Every time…I know you want more.”

  “I’m afraid,” she confessed, still in a whisper.

  “Afraid of me?” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip.

  She shook her head, and pressed into his hand. “N-no.”

  “Afraid of yourself.”

  “Maybe.” She closed her eyes briefly. “I don’t like to let someone else be in control.”

  “I know that, sweetheart. You look after everyone else…but who’s looking after you?”

  He knew the answer to that. There was nobody who looked after her.

  “That’s why you need this. Total emotional release. I promise you, baby, you’ll learn about parts of yourself you never have.”

  He wanted to give that to her. Damn, he wanted to so much.

  He caressed her face and she closed her eyes again and rubbed into his palm like a cat, encouraging him. “You have to trust me. And trust that I take that responsibility seriously.”

  He watched her face as she considered his words. Her gaze went out of focus as she stared past him.

  “Kendall.” His voice a soft command, her eyes snapped back to meet his. “I want to do this…for you.”

  She lifted her chin. “I don’t want to be tied up.”

  He resisted a smile, his chest expanding a little as her words signaled her partial agreement. “Being restrained can set you free,” he said, pushing a bit more. “Knowing that another person has complete control over you is the only way to be completely free.”

  She shook her head. He studied her face. But she held firm, keeping her chin up.

  Admiration and warmth rose inside him. She was strong. Another reason she was so perfect. “All right,” he finally said. “Not tonight. I’ll leave you unbound. But you have to do everything I tell you to do.”

  “Always negotiating,” she murmured.

  Now he had to smile. “That’s part of it.”

  “I don’t have to do everything you tell me.”

  “Yeah. You do.”

  “No. I don’t.”

  His lips twitched again. “I see you’re not getting this control thing.” He slid his hand along the side of her neck, below her ear, so gentle. He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.

  “All right, fine.”

  He let his smile free. “Gonna blindfold you.” His fingers worked open the buttons of her blouse, one by one, then tugged the silk from the waistband of her trousers, leaving her standing in front of him with her blouse hanging open, revealing nothing, really, besides the satin bow in the center or her lace bra. So sexy.

  With his head bent, focused on his task, he unbuckled her narrow belt then unfastened her trousers. Loose and low on her hips, they easily slid down her legs to crumple at her feet. She toed off her heels and stepped away from her shoes and pants.

  “Sit on the bed,” he ordered, his voice husky.

  She moved to the bed and climbed on, giving the side eye to the rope and the blindfold.

  He’d promised her he wouldn’t tie her up. Tonight. And he would never go back on a promise. He picked up the rope and tossed it across the room.


  Sitting there in her bra and panties, still with the open silk blouse over them, she watched him take off his clothes, unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugging it off, then stepping out of the dark dress pants he wore. He watched her face as she studied him, watched her eyes darken, watched the corners of her mouth lift.

  He stepped toward the bed and touched her face again. “Look at you,” he said hoarsely. “So sexy, in your pretty underwear, your blouse hanging open like that.” His fingers trailed down her neck, then brushed the blouse aside to expose one breast in sheer lace. Her breath hitched. “Your skin’s all flushed. Your nipples are hard. I can smell how aroused you are.”

  She made a small noise in her throat, her eyes drifting closed.

  He slid his hands inside the blouse over her shoulders, then pushed it off. Her wrists caught in the cuffs, and for a moment he gripped the fabric in one fist and held it. Trapping her.

  She looked up at him. A pulse fluttered at her throat and her breasts lifted as she drew in a breath. He paused, reading her. Fear mingled with excitement. He didn’t want to scare her.

  He released her, carefully working the cuffs over her hands then tossing the blouse aside.

  He traced his fingertips over the top curves of her breasts in her low-cut bra. “So beautiful,” he said. “Take it off.”

  She reached behind her for the fastening.

  “Very nice.”

  He reached for the blindfold. She bit her lip as he covered her eyes and fastened it behind her head.

  “I like to see you,” she whispered.

  “This will heighten all your other senses. Lie down on your back.”

  Again, she obeyed, even though he knew how vulnerable she had to feel lying there nearly naked and deprived of sight. Brave.

  The room had gone silent, the music stopped, but then faint tones began, slowly growing louder, ethereal vocals of “Musica Eternal” by Dead Can Dance.

  “What happened to that playlist I made you?” she asked breathlessly. “You know…The Righteous Brothers. Rolling Stones.”

  “You don’t like my music?” He grinned, knowing she couldn’t see him. Christ, she was cute.

  She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. “Um. It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just…I feel it. Inside me. It makes me feel things.”

  He nodded, getting it.

  He reached for her, held her slender waist, slid his hands up her ribcage, grazing the outer curves of her breasts, then glided them back down over soft skin. His fingers trailed up between her breasts. Then he bent to explore her and taste her with his mouth, slowly, in tempo with the music. He stroked over her limbs, dragging his tongue between her breasts while one hand gently cupped her throat. The music rose and fell around them and she made soft sounds of pleasure.

  “Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the inner curve of one breast. His fingers teased her bellybutton and shivers rippled over her skin. She drew in a breath.

  He closed his lips over one nipple and gave a tug. Sweet. Her nipple tightened, perfect against his tongue, between his lips. A moan climbed up her throat. He sucked firmly at the tender tip, then moved to the other breast and did the same, sucking and biting so gently.

  “Turn over, sweetheart.” Without waiting for her to obey, he lifted her and easily flipped her onto her stomach. She bent her arms and rested one cheek on her hands. And waited.

  Jesus, that was sweet.

  He picked up the crop from the nearby dresser and touched it to her back in a long slow stroke down her spine.

  “What is that?” she murmured, lifting her head.

  “It’s a crop.”

  “But…”

  “Remember, Kendall…you agreed. Everything I tell you.”

  She lowered her head, but her body remained tense.

  “Relax, baby,” he said, keeping his voice calm and soft. “Give yourself over to the sensation. Let yourself feel it. Just like you were.”

  Having Her

  Jackie Ashenden

  Behind every heroine is the pain that binds her.

  Lies We Tell, Book 2

  Manga café owner Kara Sinclair has one burden she’s been carrying around so long it’s bordering on pathetic. Her virginity. Getting rid of it, though, means doing the one thing that scares her the most—letting down her guard with a relative stranger. Which makes her best friend’s older brother Vin Fox’s offer too tempting to refuse.

  Vin barely has room in his schedule to turn around, much less worry about Kara and her crazy quest. When she insists on going ahead with a plan that he considers unsafe, though, enough is enough. If she wants to lose it, she can lose it with him. Bonus: he gets to play out his darkest fantasies, slave collar and all.

  Kara thought dealing with a known entity like sexy-as-sin, controlling-as-hell Vin would smooth the way. But when it comes right down to doing the deed, not even the safety of a costume can fool her demons.

  By then the game has gone too far…and the consequences could bind them together forever. Or tear them apart at the seams.

  Warning: Contains a sexy, brooding “fix you” hero and a heroine who isn’t afraid of anything…except “normal.” More kinky cosplay losts-and-founds than you can shake a riding crop at. WTF Infirmary is booked up; please make an appointment before you read.

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  Having Her

  Copyright © 2014 by Jackie Ashenden

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