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I have plenty of reasons to dislike the hard-edged, ridiculously good-looking, arrogant Ethan Dalton, who did my father wrong, and I’d do anything for the chance to tell the billionaire that and more to his face. So when I’m selected to attend Moore's Department Stores annual conference in Hawaii, with an invitation to submit my designs for their new fall line, the last person I expect to come toe-to-toe with is Ethan himself. I had no idea he was on the board, and despite the fact that he won’t know who I am, I’m in avoidance mode, and failing. I end up sitting several feet away from him, spellbound by how ridiculously hot he is, for an arrogant jerk, when he feels my stare, and I end up locked in his. I’m officially busted, the amusement in his eyes, is somehow charming, rather than infuriating, but when I have the chance to meet him, I run for the hills.
But not for long.
The next thing I know, he’s standing in front of me, in another chance encounter that becomes oh so intimate, and when he thinks my name is well, not my name, I don't correct him. Because once he knows who I am, we’re at war. And what happens that night is anything but war. It’s the most intense, incredible night of my life, but come morning, I do the only thing I can do. I sneak out before he figures out who I am. Besides, I’m saving myself an awkward goodbye.
Only running from the gorgeous, intense billionaire never seems to work, and I fail miserably again.
It’s not long before our paths and my future collide, and my little bedtime lie is not so little anymore and threatens all that I love. And the only way to save myself, is to get down on my hands and knees and beg a man my father once called the devil himself.
Book one in the Dalton Family Trilogy.
But not for long.
The next thing I know, he’s standing in front of me, in another chance encounter that becomes oh so intimate, and when he thinks my name is well, not my name, I don't correct him. Because once he knows who I am, we’re at war. And what happens that night is anything but war. It’s the most intense, incredible night of my life, but come morning, I do the only thing I can do. I sneak out before he figures out who I am. Besides, I’m saving myself an awkward goodbye.
Only running from the gorgeous, intense billionaire never seems to work, and I fail miserably again.
It’s not long before our paths and my future collide, and my little bedtime lie is not so little anymore and threatens all that I love. And the only way to save myself, is to get down on my hands and knees and beg a man my father once called the devil himself.
Book one in the Dalton Family Trilogy.
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Excerpt
He’s behind me then, his thick erection nestled to my naked backside, and then I yelp when he gives my cheek a little smack, the erotic sting that is far more arousing than it is painful.
“I’m going to release you, but do not move.”
The leap of my pulse is instant, dancing around wildly while adrenaline rushes through me. The truth is, my sex life has been boring. My life has been boring, or rather cautious, in ways I once was not. But there are reasons—reasons I’ve allowed to become excuses. I don’t know what to expect with Ethan, and I like it.
“And if I do?” I ask, trying to look back at him, but it’s impossible, not from my present submissive position.
His body encases mine from behind, and his breath is warm on my neck, intimately close to my ear, as he says, “I can stop anytime you want me to stop, Zoey. And the minute you say no, I will. Make sure it’s what you really want. Don’t move.”
My body has never been so alive, so sensitive to a mere suggestion or another human being's touch. No, I don’t want to stop. I don’t want him to stop. I’m not going to move. My decision is made.
He lingers there a moment, his fully clothed, hard body next to my naked body, and when he seems to read my agreement and understanding, his hands ease from my hands and then settle on my shoulders. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and then his teeth replace one of his hands, scraping against my delicate skin. I moan and arch my back. It’s in this moment that his palm comes down on my backside again, and I gasp only to realize his hands are not only gone.
He’s gone.
He’s no longer touching me, and I am desperate for whatever comes next.
“I’m going to release you, but do not move.”
The leap of my pulse is instant, dancing around wildly while adrenaline rushes through me. The truth is, my sex life has been boring. My life has been boring, or rather cautious, in ways I once was not. But there are reasons—reasons I’ve allowed to become excuses. I don’t know what to expect with Ethan, and I like it.
“And if I do?” I ask, trying to look back at him, but it’s impossible, not from my present submissive position.
His body encases mine from behind, and his breath is warm on my neck, intimately close to my ear, as he says, “I can stop anytime you want me to stop, Zoey. And the minute you say no, I will. Make sure it’s what you really want. Don’t move.”
My body has never been so alive, so sensitive to a mere suggestion or another human being's touch. No, I don’t want to stop. I don’t want him to stop. I’m not going to move. My decision is made.
He lingers there a moment, his fully clothed, hard body next to my naked body, and when he seems to read my agreement and understanding, his hands ease from my hands and then settle on my shoulders. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and then his teeth replace one of his hands, scraping against my delicate skin. I moan and arch my back. It’s in this moment that his palm comes down on my backside again, and I gasp only to realize his hands are not only gone.
He’s gone.
He’s no longer touching me, and I am desperate for whatever comes next.
