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She desired him for two years, but never imagined the
depths he could take her to. Was it just
sex, or would a killer’s threat prove it was much more?
Here's a sneak peak to tide you over until Friday.
BLURB:
Jada Michaels had been
lusting after Detective Ryder Lemaster for two years, but failed to get more
than a passing nod from him at the police station. Then an opportunity arises
to further her career by investigating the murder case of a friend of Ryder’s
on the sly. After he tries to dissuade her by making a bet and losing, Jada
agrees to let Ryder tutor her in sexual submissiveness in order to attend a
private party with all the suspects invited as guests.
Ryder had struggled against
his attraction to Jada because he could’ve sworn the IT technician didn’t
possess a submissive bone in her sleek, well-toned body. To his astonishment,
and hers, she responded without fail to every hard slap and every dominate
sexual demand. But after losing his wife to cancer, he swore off relationships
and refused to let his need for Jada go any further than their short foray into
the investigation. It took seeing another man come on to her and a risk to her
life to open his eyes to what had been right before him all along.
As the murderer is revealed
and secrets on Magnolia Island unearthed, the Lemaster men and their women have
come to grips with the betrayals surrounding them.
DISCLAIMER: This book is
intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, and
explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this
book.
EXCERPT
Jada huffed out a breath as she tried to
still her pounding heart and the sudden spike of her pulse. Shaking off the stab of irritation at Ryder’s
sudden appearance was easy compared to getting her body’s reaction to seeing
him dressed in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants under control. Damn the man and her traitorous libido. A prickle of awareness from eying that wide,
sculpted chest, bulging arms and the sexy peek of underarm hair shivered
through her despite the sweat rolling down her spine to pool at her lower
back. The light sprinkling of chest hair
curling around flat, brown nipples made her mouth water and her nipples pucker
as she imagined those springy curls tickling their sensitive peaks.
Cocking her head, Jada regarded Ryder, and
his offer, for a full, silent minute, damned him for his patience, then caved
to the aching desire to spend time with him.
“Okay, thanks.” Giving free rein
to the built-up frustrations of the past few weeks, she let go on the punching bag,
whipping her arms back and forth in rapid succession, all the while, acutely
aware of his unwavering, intent gaze.
“I talked to the lab today.”
Her eyes flew to his, gauging his face as
the implication of that simple statement sank in. “That so?” she puffed, shifting her gaze back
to the bag she was abusing.
“Yep, that’s so. I understand, Jada, I really do, but don’t
get involved.”
Jada paused a moment, her breath coming in
pants as she glared at him. “Why? It’s not like I have authority to do anything
with evidence except follow through with a cursory check.”
“Even that could draw the attention of
this perp, and whoever it is already has eyes on Chloe Markham, who’s hooked up
with Hunter, and Melanie Barnes, my cousin, Logan’s, girl who overheard a
damning conversation a few weeks ago.”
She let loose with another volley of
punches, saying, “Did you report that conversation to Combs?”
“Yes.
Melanie wrote down every word and I turned it in.” Ryder blew out an exaggerated breath. “He didn’t share that with you, I take it.”
“No.”
Jada followed her short answer with a swift side kick to the bag that
shoved Ryder back a step. His low grunt
would’ve amused her if she weren’t so pissed.
“Hey, don’t take it out on me, I didn’t do
it,” he complained with a mock glare.
“No, you just made sure you didn’t get
saddled with me when I put in my request for Homicide.” That still hurt, but she wouldn’t give him
the satisfaction of knowing that. “I’m
surprised you’d let a simple kiss dictate to you that way,” Jada taunted, some
perverse part of her wanting to get under his skin the way he’d always gotten
under hers.
Instead of rising to the bait, Ryder
tightened his jaw and stepped to move around her, she presumed to walk away like
always. Her frustration bubbled over
and, without thinking, she spun and tripped him to the mat by knocking one leg
out from under him. He may have a foot
in height and a hundred pounds on her, but she had the agility of her small
frame and surprise on her side.
Ryder flipped to his feet, the look in his
glittering eyes forcing her to take a step back. “Now look who’s retreating,” it was his turn
to taunt. “You want to take me on,
sweetheart?” With a curl of his fingers,
he beckoned Jada back onto the mat.
“Come on. Here’s your chance.”
“You want to spar with me,
detective?” Her pulse leaped with
excitement at the prospect. “You’re
on.” She wouldn’t pass up a chance to
grapple with that body for anything in the world.
“And if I take you down, you’ll drop any
plans of looking into the Baker case on your own.”
“Agreed.
But if I take you down, you
agree not to interfere in my unauthorized snooping, and to keep it to yourself,”
she countered.
Oh, he really didn’t like that, Jada mused
with inner glee as she approached him.
Then he came at her and it took all her concentration to remain on her
two feet. He was good, but she gave him
a workout. She sidestepped his first
attempt to take her down with a lower leg kick, but he managed to get her in a
chokehold. With a twist and turn, she
flipped him around, freeing herself but leaving him standing. Panting, she smiled, enjoying the adrenaline
rush of touching his bare skin, feeling those rippling muscles under her hands
and his hot breath on her neck, hearing his low laugh then biting curses when
she continued to maneuver out of his holds.
Ryder didn’t know when he’d enjoyed a
match more, but when he realized he was holding back just to get the chance to
feel those soft breasts pressing against him again, those long legs wrapping
around his one more time and see that infectious grin that lit up her dark
eyes, he cursed his idiocy. He needed to
get out of there, away from her before he did something really stupid, like
kiss her again. Taking a deep breath, he
issued a fast spin, took her off balance then wrapped an arm around her waist
to take her down. Pinning her beneath
him, he felt the impact of having that compact body bucking under him. Heat suffused his body and sent blood flowing
hotly through his veins.
“Give up.
I won,” he demanded before he lost his fucking mind. Her sudden stillness should have warned him,
as Jada never just gave in. The grip of
her slender hand around his cock sent a sizzling, electric jolt through his
unsuspecting senses, turning his semi-erection into a full-blown hard on. Without conscious thought, he thrust against
her hand right before the room suddenly spun as she took advantage of that
distracting maneuver and reversed their positions while maintaining her hold.
Jada squeezed his thick, pulsing flesh
through the thin sweats, her grin undoing Ryder almost as much as her
touch. “We’re tied, detective, so I’m
trusting you to back off.”
She jumped to her feet, leaving Ryder lying
there, bemused and horny as she sauntered out of the gym without looking
back. Damned if the little minx hadn’t
just turned the tables on him. “Fuck me
for a frigging fool,” he muttered to the now empty room as he rolled to his
feet. Striding back over to the punching
bag, he skipped donning gloves and let loose on the unsuspecting object. By the time he finished, his knuckles
throbbed right along with his cock. He
headed to the showers more worried about Jada’s determination to embroil
herself further in this case than in relieving his aches and pains from his
losing efforts to deter her from that path.
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