by Anara Bella
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Bound and Determined
© 2011 Anara Bella
Tagline
Falling for a hot guy is not in her plans. He’s got a different agenda.
Blurb
Nothing much ever happens in Forsythia Falls—except the only robbery anyone can remember, which leaves Asia Smith tied up in her grandmother’s antique shop. Just her luck, her rescuer turns out to be Marcus Thorne, the single most tempting morsel of male flesh she’s ever encountered. As he unties her knots, his touch sorely tests her resolve to avoid any involvement with the male species.
A bestselling author, Marcus is used to women throwing themselves at him. Asia’s resistance to his charm is a whole new challenge, a temptation he has no intention of resisting. All he has to do is break down her defenses and get at the soft, willing woman he suspects is hiding inside.
As chance—and her meddling grandmother—throw them together, Asia tries to remember why she shouldn’t just follow her friends’ advice to jump on Marcus and ride him until she can’t see straight. In one storm-swept night, she throws caution to the wild wind and savors pleasures she’d almost forgotten.
Except some old hurts just won’t stay in the past. Marcus peels away her inhibitions with sizzling ease. But now comes the biggest challenge of all—winning her trust.
Warning: This book contains a resistant damsel in distress, a sexy-as-hell hero who can cook, adventures with rope, great food, and oodles of red-hot sex.
Excerpt for Bound and Determined:
He moved to unbutton her top and she jerked back, trying to push his hands away. “What do you think you’re d-doing?”
His face was as black and stormy as the clouds outside. “I’m trying to keep you from catching your death of a cold. We have to get your clothes off and get you under the flow of hot water to warm you up. Besides, you’re covered in mud. We both are.”
She looked down and realized he was right. Her hands and legs, as well as her clothes, were covered in splotches of mud that even the torrential rain hadn’t been able to wash off. Leave it to her to get covered in mud and get it all over him too. She acquiesced and let him continue.
He had finally managed to unbutton her top and was pulling it past her shoulders when she realized with horror that he could see her nipples through the now see-through wet fabric of her bra. With great difficulty, fighting with the resistant wet fabric and her incessant shivering, she pulled her arms free of the sleeves.
And shoved his hands away again. “I c-can do the rest m-myself.”
He leaned back and held up his hands. “Prove it. If you can, I’ll leave the rest up to you.”
She threw him a dirty look and reached for the zipper on her skirt. It took a great deal of effort but she managed to capture the zipper’s tab and tug, but the damn thing wouldn’t budge.
After watching her struggle with it for a bit, he made an impatient sound and pushed her hands out of the way. “I’ll do it.”
In no time he had the zipper down, put his arm around her and lifted her enough to slip her skirt off. And, oh God, now she was standing there, holding onto the towel bar with one hand for support, wearing nothing but see-through underwear that showed everything she owned.
And Marcus had noticed.
Boy, had he noticed.
His heated gaze rested on her nipples, making them swell even more than they already had been from the cold, then it flicked down to the apex of her thighs. She no longer had any secrets from Marcus Thorne, that was for sure.
He swallowed. His fingers twitched as if wanting to reach out and touch her. Instead, he swiped his hands over his face to get rid of the water still dripping down. When his gaze met hers, his pupils were black with ferocious intent.
Heat flared to life between her thighs and she couldn’t look away. His hot gaze flicked down to her pebbled nipples again, and damned if she wasn’t getting wet in a whole new place.
He reached out and ran his knuckles across her hardened nipples, and suddenly she wasn’t shivering from the cold anymore but rather because of his caressing touch.
Her breath caught and held as she watched him lean down and brush his lips across one nipple, then take it into his mouth, fabric and all.
He sucked. Hard.
Her pussy clenched.
God, she’d forgotten how good this could feel. She clung to the towel bar for dear life, not because of her ankle but because she was afraid she’d topple over if she didn’t. The dull throb in her ankle had all but disappeared. Either that or she was feeling no pain right now, which was entirely possible, because the only sensation she was aware of was his lips on her breast making her all hot and shivery inside.
She resented the barrier of fabric like she’d never resented anything else. Before she could verbalize it, he reached behind her and with a deft flick of his wrist undid the hooks. Her bra slid down and hit the floor.
She knew she should put a stop to what he was doing but couldn’t seem to make herself do it. The next instant his tongue circled her right nipple before he took it into his hot mouth, sucking and licking, while his hand cupped her left breast, massaging it to delicious sensitivity.
All at once, stopping him was the last thing on her mind.
Awash in need, she suddenly realized just how much she’d missed being with a man in this way. How much she’d missed sex. Nothing short of an earthquake would have made her move from that spot. And maybe not even that.
While he kissed and suckled her breasts, his hands skimmed past her waist and continued on down her hips and thighs, dragging her underwear in their wake. The next second, he trailed his fingers through her nether curls and she sucked in a harsh breath.
She hung on a precipice of anticipation.
He was so close. All she wanted was for his fingers to breach that final inch, to touch her where she needed his touch the most. But he persisted in teasing her, coming closer and closer, so close but not close enough.
“God, just touch me already.”
Batteries Not Required
© 2009 Anara Bella
Tagline
Wanted: One wild fling, orgasmic satisfaction guaranteed.
Blurb
In Dana Appleby’s experience, really bad, boring sex and long-term relationships seem to go hand-in-hand. Enough is enough. She’s now on a mission and her main objective is finding excitement in the bedroom. And she knows just who she wants to give it to her: Reese Cooper.
Short-term relationships are Reese’s specialty—and so is sex. Dana’s proposal to have a little fling is right up his alley, but things go awry when he starts to realize short-term isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And suddenly the idea of Dana moving onto someone else doesn’t appeal one bit.
So, what’s a guy to do? The only thing he can do. Set out to show Dana that long-term doesn’t necessarily mean boring. Not with relationships—and definitely not with sex.
Warning: This book contains graphic sex, a scorching office quickie and the teensiest bit of newbie handcuff play. Please note: Batteries not included with this book. But don’t worry, you won’t need any.
Excerpt for Batteries Not Required:
A part of him knew he was a complete bastard for giving in to his carnal desires like this. Knowing what he knew about her, there was a good chance he
might regret it, as might she. But this was what she said she wanted, and he sure as hell wanted it too. If he was going to give in, he’d make damn sure she enjoyed the ride.
He broke the kiss and took in her flushed face and sparkling eyes. Both of them fought for breath, a mute testament to how worked up they were. There was something about her sweetness that set him on fire. It appeared as if he did the same for her. Thank God, because he didn’t think he could hold out much longer.
Inspiration struck. She said she wanted excitement, something different and he knew just how to provide it.
He nuzzled her ear, then nipped it. “Put your hands on the back of the couch.”
Her eyes went wide with surprise. Then she gave him a shy, uncertain smile that tugged at his heartstrings. He wondered at the unfamiliar sensation but was distracted when he saw the shyness give way to timid intrigue. It totally enchanted him.
Because that shift was more significant than her doing what he’d asked. Her curiosity and willingness to try things captivated him as nothing else could. And managed to surprise him yet again. Something she seemed to be very good at.
She turned and placed her hands on the couch as requested, then looked back at him with slumberous eyes and a coy smile. “Like this?”
The sight of her bent over, with her perfect ass displayed just for him almost brought him to his knees.
God, she’s beautiful. “Exactly like that.”
Without thought, he knelt to kiss and taste each soft, smooth globe with sensual pleasure. She shivered in response to the intimate touch. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, exhilarating him beyond words. He couldn’t believe she was already so turned on. Just from a kiss.
It was beyond him, how this incredibly sexy woman had been unsatisfied sexually in her previous relationships. She’d obviously had bad luck in her choice of lovers.
Until now. Because that was about to change. He’d make sure of it.
He ran his hands down the outsides of her satiny-smooth legs and skimmed his knuckles back up the insides, coaxing her legs apart as he went. Her thighs were as silky-soft as her ass and he couldn’t resist taking a nip, tasting the delicate skin with his tongue. His reward was a deep, throaty moan letting him know she liked what he was doing.
His fingers skimmed the barely covered sensitive flesh between her legs, eliciting another intensely satisfying moan. Without any effort on her part, she had his cock hard as a rock and aching with need.
He stood, brushed her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck. “How am I doing so far?”
The shuddering breath she took told him everything he needed to know even before she uttered a word. “I don’t know if I’m going to burn up or melt.”
He whispered in her ear. “Hopefully both before I’m through with you.”
“Oh God.”
He chuckled, thoroughly enjoying her unique blend of trepidation and sensuality. “I hope to hear you scream that very soon.”
She whimpered.
Still chuckling, he reached around and skimmed his fingers across the burgeoning tops of her breasts and then gently lifted them out of the confining garment.
Lush, soft, warm, they spilled out and filled his hungry hands to overflowing. Dana’s soft sigh was only half of his reward. The other half was the press of her diamond-hard nipples against his palms as he massaged the full mounds.
He kissed her nape once more. “Does this help?”
She wriggled, indicating her desire that he not stop what he was doing. “Help what?”
“Help you decide.”
She paused her squirming. “Decide?”
“Decide which you are—melting or burning. Here, maybe this will help.” He slid one hand down to the apex of her thighs and fingered her hot, wet center through her panties. “Better?”
She gasped. “God, yes.”
“How about this?” He worked his finger past the restricting fabric and finally touched the volcanic-hot flesh he found there. She was so fucking wet he was going to go mad if he didn’t get inside her soon.
Table of Contents
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Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
About the Author
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