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Baby girl had run out of time to get to know him. Being under him while he explained the nature of their relationship was her only option.
Lore didn’t mind trading deadly intentions with an enemy, but letting go of Kenna was not going to happen. The bastard hunting her had a short future that was about to end badly.
Kenna needed him. This wasn’t lust or even obsession. No, those words paled against the blue flame of his hold on her. But modern women are not overwhelmingly eager to spread for the big man’s pleasure. So it was time to light a candle for the demise of her modern woman.
Cord had waited a damn long time for the end of the world. He'd starved for most of those eons and was frankly pissed it had taken so long to get here. Relief at last, time to go kill.An animal designed to destroy, Cord wasn't prepared for the astonishing instincts that overpowered everything he had thought he was. What he wanted more than life, more than the freedom of death was something he couldn't gather, command or capture-Kelly.
There wasn't anything Kelly wouldn't do to protect her precious, gifted daughter. No act too humiliating, no job too difficult. Being the one thing the air dragon could not live without wasn't exactly hard labor, and the humiliation part so shockingly sensual it changed who she was. The problem she was having were the new items on her "to do" list-
Dispense evil wizards
Dispose of vicious dragon armySave world
Five years ago Sahara refused Tor in favor of her late husband. Widow of a Leonor warrior, she is out of reach, even for the high king. Goddess help him, this woman strips his soul to the savage core, and enduring it is eating through his control. Little sister-in-law normally avoids him at all costs. Seeing her in line for an audience is a surprise. Not as humanoid as she looks, Sahara is out of time in a very intimate way.
Getting her beneath him now is a risk. Sahara summons the dominant lion within, but losing this woman a second time is not an option. The surrender he requires is the one thing she needs to give, and Tor realizes he had no idea what sexual hunger was before. Now he understands the violence of that distant age when her kind walked his world.
What he will not allow is for her sacrifice to be the blood price of peace. The future will be theirs, even if it’s his blood purchasing it.
These Lions are big and dominant. They fight to kill and love ’til death. Nothing is taboo when it comes to their females and the pleasure these males take so much pride in providing.
Jack knew all about secrets. The government trusted him to keep them, find them, exploit them. Home for a short rest from that world, he hadn't meant to overhear his sexy neighbor's darkest desires. Being the focus of those wicked wishes was news to him.
Introducing Carmen to the fantasy of being a submissive was a mission he didn't expect to last long. He certainly didn't expect her to show him natural sensuality that brought him to his knees.
A lifetime of looking at the other side of the fence brought a man to this. Investing more than he could afford and it wasn't cash. Carmen came with a dangerous price. One he'd willingly pay to keep this woman safe in his arms.
Ghost Unit, Book Three
Even her walk made him swallow. The stroll of a huntress — a little arrogant, a lot dangerous. Damn, he loved danger. He'd never seen menace so perfectly packaged in a woman. Wanting her was intoxicatingly forbidden and totally pagan.
Jas watched the beast try to look harmless as he entered her world. Testosterone-enhanced confidence rolling off him spoke of a deadly animal. He was muscle and guile below the face of a naughty angel. Ohhh baby, Jas wanted to play with that beast. Too bad they wouldn't have time.
It would have been Blaster's pleasure to take care of whatever threatened her, but earning her trust required respecting her right to combat. What drove him crazy was she wouldn't let him be the shield at her back as she did it.
Reader Advisory: This is an action novel with instances of violence that may not be for the faint of heart.
She became the air he breathed. Her passionate gift of surrender matched his dominant soul. Then she was gone. He'd never accepted that she'd wanted to leave. Ensuring she could find her way back to him was the drive that shaped him. Fifteen years later it was way past time to accept she'd chosen not to return.
Second chances were wishful thinking. Jill wasn't looking for one. She didn't have time for pipe dreams and she had no illusions about the stranger Holdin had become. Famous, rich and now retired from football, he might not remember her. If he did, he might not care to hear what actually happened so long ago. She desperately hoped she had something he would care about though.
A second chance was all Holdin needed. Ensuring possession of Jill was a battle he intended to win.