A young woman’s death brought them together. But would searching for the killer separate them for good?
Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She had been six and he thirteen and his over protectiveness didn’t abate over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of his and his cousins BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort Logan. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. Having spent the past eight years, since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known, he’d refused to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he was only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker sends him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body. As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one had betrayed them in the worst way, he tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knew he would stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
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My eight sentence snippet:
One second Melanie lay enjoying the softer taps on her pulsating cheeks, her arousal escalating with each one, and the next, blistering pain seared across her buttock with a loud snap! Up went her legs as she whipped her head back around, shaking to toss her hair out of her face because releasing her tight grip on the stool’s leg meant a possible face smash on the wood floor. That smack put the previous hard swats to shame.
“No!” Her cry went unheeded as he brought the offending object down on her other cheek, the pain just as sharp, the hot throb it left behind just as acute.
Logan rested his hand on one burning buttock, his eyes on hers. “See, kitten. You’re ready to cut and run with the first taste of what I do when I don’t get my way, at least when it comes to sex. Give it a minute. It’ll pass.”
Lowering her head in shame, Melanie calmed and lay there, enjoying his hand resting on her sore buttock. Being proven wrong didn’t sit well with her, caused her heart to turn over in a slow roll of grief over not being able to handle what he….oh God.
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