"Her heart’s desire is the one thing he vowed never to give.
Samantha Rose views her dance—on the pole, on the silks, in the air—as an empowering art form. Not a come-on to entice men to shower her with fancy gifts she doesn’t want. In reality, her dreams look more like home. Love. Lots of children.
So far, she’s 0-and-too-many for finding the man who’ll fit into that dream. He definitely isn’t Derek Damon Wright, the enigmatic, Viking-conqueror-sexy owner of Club Frost. Though every time he looks at her, she feels it like silk wrapped around her skin.
With thirty successful night clubs worldwide, Derek hasn’t had time to play—the kind that involves ropes, steel, and webbing on tender female flesh. Until he spots Sam suspended twenty feet above Club Frost’s stage, and heat blooms in places inside him long gone cold.
Except the things he wants to give her—luxury, decadence—she doesn’t want. And the one thing she does? He vowed long ago never to give anyone. "
"To win her submission, he’ll have to lay to rest the dangerous ghosts of their past.
Isabella lost her husband years ago to his addictions. Abandoned in their silent home, rudderless, she lost herself, diminished to nothing. Now widowed, she’s returned a year after the funeral to finally dispose of that house. Alone. An epic mistake, with memories still echoing from the walls.
When his brother Marcos appears, holding out his hand to help, calling her Ella in that commanding voice, her insides go warm, pliable, willing. Soaking up the strength and calm she’s been sorely lacking.
An ex black-ops operative, Marcos Santos did the right thing. He let Ella go to the arms of his brother, thinking she’d be safer. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Now he’s determined to make the most of his second chance with the woman who’s never left his heart. The woman who trusted the wrong man to be her Master.
But before he can win the gift of her submission, he’ll have to lay the ghosts of their past to rest. Ghosts that are dangerous…and armed to the teeth.
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"They agreed. All pleasure, no complications. Until their hearts got involved.
Do it right, or don’t do it at all. London Chantelle’s mantra has brought her to the brink of success as a public relations consultant. Landing a contract with Whitestone International will push her career to the next level—if her ideas get past the firm’s legal “Gladiator,” Carson Drake.
When he enters the boardroom, filling it with his commanding presence, her belly flips in a way that spells trouble. His dark eyes aren’t assessing her proposal. They’re assessing her. This is no time for flirtation. Besides, in her less-than-awesome experience, she can’t trust any man to do it right.
Carson has a knack for assessing someone’s true desires, and he relishes the verbal sparring that lifts London’s chin to a defiant angle and lights her brown eyes afire. Too bad she’s everything he can’t trust in a woman. Spicy. Complicated.
But when she appears like a misplaced angel at his favorite club, his inner Dom demands he give her what she secretly wants. Though to do it right, he’ll have to excavate her secrets…and come perilously close to falling in love.
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"His proposal is indecent. Adventurous. And ripe for scandal.
Daughter of a political journalist, Christiana Snow knows how to avoid the meat grinder of D.C.’s gossip mill. Get good grades in college. Work hard at a boutique hotel/restaurant where literally no one brings their spouse. And never, ever bend the rules.
But when she encounters Congressman Jonathan Brond, his penetrating green eyes, chocolate-caramel voice, and skin-tingling touch halts her breath. Especially when he offers her something more. Indecently more. But only if she abides by his rules.
Calculated risks. That's the secret to Jonathan’s success in politics, in business, with women. On the House floor, compromise is essential. In the bedroom? Compromise isn’t even in his vocabulary.
Christiana’s blonde, sapphire-eyed beauty and shy demeanor is everything he’s never found in D.C.’s shark-infested high society. If only Christiana wasn’t so young, so impressionable…so perfect for him. If only this wasn’t Washington, D.C. Where someone's always lurking in the shadows to take you down.
Note: This billionaire, age-gap, forbidden-love romance is hot enough to fry your earbuds! Handle with care!"
