Rick Steele has avoided relationships since he caught his fiancée cheating, but when his friend refers him to the exclusive agency, FANTA-C to experience the night of his dreams, he’s not prepared for his emotional and physical reaction to his date. Tara shows him a raw passion and honesty he’s never encountered. For the first time, Rick wants more than one night, but he needs to catch her first…

Tara Denton escaped a brutal past and needs one night with a stranger to get beyond her sexual and emotional limitations. On the brink of recovering her strength and independence, she wants nothing to do with a relationship. But Rick Steele does more than rock her body…he rocks her heart. Tara has to make a choice, but is she ready to get caught?

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“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he demanded.

Disbelief flickered in those blue eyes. “Thank you, but—”

He closed the distance between them. She gasped as he grabbed her hand and laid it on his straining erection. “This is what you do to me. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted you. By the end of the night, you’re going to believe it, sweetheart. Make no mistake.”

Her entire body shuddered, and power surged through him. He wanted to make her scream with pleasure, to cry his name as she orgasmed; until she couldn’t remember the last time another man ever laid a hand on her. Possessiveness was not a natural part of him, but Rick didn’t fight the urge. Instead, he embraced the basic male tendency to hunt. Conquer. Claim.

Her soft hand paused, and then gently stroked him. Rick groaned, and she seemed surprised that she had caused the pleasure. Bolder, she squeezed around the fabric of his pants and followed the ridge from base to tip. He held perfectly still and allowed her to explore. She took a step closer, until her breasts pressed against his chest. Immediately, her nipples hardened into perfect tight pebbles, and Rick fisted his hands to keep from touching her. Her arms came up to hold his shoulders, and her sweet breath rushed over his lips as she arched up on her tiptoes.

Then pressed her lips to his.

The tentative kiss rocked his world. Her lips were soft and sweet. He allowed her to explore the line of his mouth, gaining confidence, until the tip of her tongue slowly pushed into his mouth. With a low growl, he opened his mouth for her, desperately trying to hold back his instinct to throw her on the bed and spread her thighs. Her tongue swept in, thrust against his in a teasing battle.

Rick reached out and lifted her up against him. She made a little mewling noise, but he swallowed it as he claimed her mouth the way he craved. He drank deep, drowning in her taste as the scent of strawberries and flowers swam in his head. Within seconds, her body slumped against his and she surrendered, letting him drink his fill as her fingers thrust into his hair and held his head still for her own demands. Slowly, he eased back and looked down at her face.

Her lips were swollen and wet. Aqua eyes held a dazed sheen as she stared back at him. “Oh, my,” she whispered. “That was so…good.”

Nightmares.

Sterling and Ruthie have more things in common than they realize, even though from the outside it doesn’t seem like they do.

Blood.

Sterling is a decorated war hero.

Ruthie is an ex-con.

Their two worlds should’ve never collided, but fate has a way of turning life in the direction least expected. Now Ruthie has to try to come to terms with the fact that she’s in love with a biker who’s also a decorated Navy SEAL. One who leaves for months at a time with little to no advance warning, taking her heart with him each time he goes.

Pain.

Sterling has a lot of things to overcome in order to have Ruthie, the biggest being her mind.

She doesn’t think she’s good enough.

He thinks she’s perfect.

Now it’s up to him to show her just how right he can be.

“So, what’s your story?” The man at my side asked me.

I looked up from peeling the label off my beer and stared at him.

He was so beautiful, but everything I would never go for again.

Muscular.

Military.

An Alpha.

Those three things combined made for a man who always felt he knew the right way.

“What do you mean, what’s my story?” I muttered, looking back towards my label.

“Where’d you grow up?” He was a persistent bastard.

“Typical shit upbringing. My dad left my mom. My mom felt the benefits of having me were outweighed by the negatives of having me, so she gave me up for adoption. I never found anyone to take me in, so I spent twelve years in the foster system. When I turned eighteen, I was kicked out on the street, and I did the only thing I could, found a man that could support me. But he also liked to hit me. After a year of that, I killed him,” I said softly.

If knowing that fact was going to scare him off, I wanted to get it over with before I made a friend out of him. I wasn’t a fan of false niceties. I was a rip the band aid off kind of girl.

“Sawyer said you just got out,” the man continued.

I sighed and finally looked at him.

He was handsome.

So handsome that it was making me tongue tied. I wasn’t hot like most of the other women in the room. I was decent looking, but I wasn’t in his league.

Which was why I was looking at the label of my beer the majority of the time instead of at his face.

He’d been sitting beside me ever since I’d sat down, and I couldn’t figure out why.

In fact, he was downright gorgeous. Everything that made him wrong.

And the beard just made it even worse.

I couldn’t resist a beard.

Never could…and never would.

Tall with muscular arms. Wide shoulders. Deep green eyes and a messy mop of dirty blonde hair tumbling over his eyes, he was every woman’s dream.

His beard was one of those that was grown out of necessity instead of style, the kind where you were out in the desert and not near a razor kind of beard.

Which was conducive with the party we were having in honor of him coming home from his deployment in Afghanistan.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, because I’m sensing that from you,” the man said.

I sighed and looked at him, caught by those beautiful green eyes.

“Sterling, I’m one fucked up mess,” I finally said.

He grinned. “Well that makes two of us. I’m a fucked up mess molded into a ball of denial. Trust me. My fucked up mess could easily compete with your fucked up mess.”

I laughed.

If only that were true.

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All I want is the best for Colette. All I want is for her to be happy. We were happy once. Why can’t we go back to that? 

My forehead drops on the marble wall of the shower. Water streams through my hair, down my chest and back. My face feels smothered with warmth, but it feels good. 

With my eyes squeezed tight, I try and imagine Colette and all her naked glory. The woman has a banging body. I imagine those perky pink nipples, her face when I finally get to ramming my cock deep inside her. Only… it doesn’t work this time.

As I pump I can’t feel myself getting hard enough because all I can hear are her negative words. All I can think of is how we truly are failing as a couple. All I can think about it the reason why… Angelina.

Blue eyes appear in my imagination, and I stroke harder. My cock hardens in my hands, the veins bulging as I imagine those aqua irises looking up at me while sucking me dry. Lapping her tongue around my balls, flicking it across my tip. I shudder as I start to reach the brink. My body locks, palm against the wall, and all I can hear is her calling me Mr. Boyd in that sweet little voice.

She wanted my cock so bad she could taste it, and I wanted a mouthful of her pussy so much I was almost willing to completely demolish my marriage to make that happen.

“Fuck,” I bite out, stroking faster, harder, until finally I explode in my hand, squirting all over the fucking shower wall. “Goddamn,” I groan, pressing the side of my face on the marble. God, it’s been so long since I’ve cum. So fucking long. I pant, breathing raggedly as I keep my eyes shut, still rubbing the head of my cock, releasing every drop of cum. 

I can’t believe myself, but it’s the pure imagination of Angelina who has just made me cum.

It’s her with her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, telling me to relax and to just enjoy the feel. The feel of her, right before she comes up to sit on top of my lap, allowing me to sink deep inside what I know is an eager, wet pussy.

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