Released 19th of March, 2016
AN EROTIC ROMANCE
(18+ due to mature themes and sexual content)
Blurb
Dahlia
The moment I looked into his cold, predatory eyes I knew he was a dangerous man. There was nothing good about him, but I walked into the Russian don's world the way a lamb strays into the path of the wolf, completely defenseless.
He took hold of my body in the most possessive and and shocking way. He made me completely lose control. I ran away and thought I'd NEVER be back. Then something unthinkable happened and he was the only one who could help. He gave me a choice - which was no choice at all.
I hate him for his coldness . I hate myself for what I'm feeling.
Too bad, my body can't resist him...
Zane
She made me hard the moment our eyes locked. I had to have her, but I didn't realize that taking her would be like popping a powerful drug. One I crave over and over.
The heat between us is blazing. Like nothing I've experienced before, but I won't keep her. I can't. My world contains no happy endings - nothing but bad memories
She chose to accept my conditions. She chose to accept my price.
A toy for my pleasure...
Dahlia 'You Don't Own Me.'
Zane 'In my world I own everything.'
EXCERPT
As soon as we are alone I lose my shit. This, as far as I am concerned, is the last straw. I’m out of here. I’ve had enough. I didn’t sign up for this bullshit. The deal was he doesn’t do anything I don’t like, or the deal is off. He just did something I detest. I absolutely will not allow him or any other man to talk to me like that. No matter how hungry my body is for him, I simply won’t allow such abuse. Maybe I’m not built to be someone’s sex toy. I’m too independent and free-spirited to be anybody else’s side kick. He can go find himself another pliable sex toy to bully.
‘You’re an arrogant bastard, Zane. How dare you speak to me like that in front of other people?’ I fume, striding towards the door.
He stands in my way magnificent and menacing. ‘I’ll speak to you how I like. I own you.’
I gasp. ‘Well, I’ve got news for you. You don’t own me.’
‘Yes, I fucking do,’ he snarls. His arm shoots out and he yanks me to him.
My new shoes lift off the ground and my body slams into his, knocking all the wind from my lungs. Stunned, I stare up into his furious face. There is a muscle ticking at the side of his jaw. His eyes are impenetrable as his head swoops down, and his lips crush mine in a hungry kiss.
His mouth is hot and wild.
Intoxicated, I open my mouth and emit a low moan. H is tongue forces its way in instantly. The kiss is my salvation and my torment. It is more than anything I could have imagined. It is magic; like that time I sat on a hill right in the middle of a summer storm and saw the lightning crash through the sky and felt it in my veins.
He draws my tongue into his mouth and sucks on it. I feel as I am floating on air. No matter what happens after this, I know I will carry the memory of this first kiss for the rest of my life. I will die with it still on my lips.
Like an addict my arms reach up and tangle helplessly around his strong neck.
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‘YOU DON’T OWN ME’
‘Yes, I fucking do!’
COMING SOON
Expected publication: May 6th 2016
Zane
I'm everything a mother prays her daughter will never come across.
Manwhore, Mafia boss and ruthless killer.
I've never met a woman who could hold my attention longer than it took to satisfy my c**k.
Until Dahlia Fury.
She alone is different. She walked into my world, the way a lamb strays into the path of a wolf, completely defenseless.
She made me hard the moment our eyes locked. I had to have her. But I never imagined taking her would be like popping a powerful drug. One I'd crave over and over.
The heat between us is blazing, like nothing I've experienced before, and every time I see her I want to devour her inch by inch.
I defined the terms of our arrangement (one month), but each time I brand her, like an damned addict I need another fix ...
I'm everything a mother prays her daughter will never come across.
Manwhore, Mafia boss and ruthless killer.
I've never met a woman who could hold my attention longer than it took to satisfy my c**k.
Until Dahlia Fury.
She alone is different. She walked into my world, the way a lamb strays into the path of a wolf, completely defenseless.
She made me hard the moment our eyes locked. I had to have her. But I never imagined taking her would be like popping a powerful drug. One I'd crave over and over.
The heat between us is blazing, like nothing I've experienced before, and every time I see her I want to devour her inch by inch.
I defined the terms of our arrangement (one month), but each time I brand her, like an damned addict I need another fix ...
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.
When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights. And often with the man of her dreams.
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