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<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">As yet another relationship ends
badly, Kerri Robertson is left wondering why sex always leaves her feeling
frustrated and she decides to seek the advice of a counselor. After only one
session with her therapist, the gorgeous Sebastian March, Kerri is reassured to
discover that there's definitely nothing wrong with her libido.</span></strong><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">A unique ability to sense what
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first session with her reveals as much about his own sexual identity as it does
about hers, he wants her to become far more than just his patient. Whether she
is prepared to admit it or not, Kerri needs to be dominated in bed, and
Sebastian wants to be the one to do it.</span></strong><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Kerri nodded, her gaze fixed on his lips, desperate to taste him
again. "Okay."</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"If you want me to stop doing something, you have to tell me. Don't
expect me to have enough control over my abilities to know every thought that
goes through your head. If you don't stop me, I'll take your silence as
consent. And I'd better warn you up front that I'm not going to give you
time to feel self-conscious or allow that over-analytical brain of yours to get
in the way again. When your body is crying out for more, I am going to give it
to you, and if you pull away from me, I'll drag you back and just keep right on
doing it. Do you understand?"</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"Yes, I understand, but how do I know I'm giving you what you
need?" </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"You'll know because you're only gonna do what I'll tell you to do.
This isn't a democracy, Kerri. For the next few hours at least, I want you to
surrender to me." </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Sebastian cupped her face in his hands and crushed his lips to hers in a
kiss hot enough to melt her insides. Kerri clung to him, her hands pulling at
his shoulders, trying to get closer, but he pulled back without warning and
took a step away from her.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"You see that door over there? That's my bedroom. I want you to go
through, climb onto the bed, and wait there until I come for you. When I enter
the room, I expect to find you on your knees with your legs spread wide and
your hands gripping the headboard." </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Kerri did as she was told. At first, she felt stupid. How
long did he expect her to wait for him? But, as the seconds ticked by, and she
stopped listening out for clues he might be approaching, she became aware of
her body. The warm night air kissed her skin and tickled her most intimate
places. Her breasts felt heavy where they dangled beneath her torso, and she
began to notice the way they quivered each time she took a breath. A gentle
throbbing sensation sprang to life in her groin, demanding her attention, and
she spread her legs wider, exposing more of her sensitive flesh. A hot trickle
of moisture seeped out of her pussy and over her clit, and she bit her lip to
stop herself crying out.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">She wanted to touch herself, needed to come, and she didn't care whether
Sebastian watched her this time or not. Kerri took one hand off the headboard
and slipped it between her legs.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"I told you not to move."</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Kerri jumped at the sound of his voice and strained to look behind her,
scanning the darkness for him. She hadn't realized he was so close.
His shape appeared at the edge of her vision, and she turned to face the
headboard again, almost weak with excitement at the thought of what he might
do. The mattress dipped as he leaned on the bed, and she felt his lips
brush over her shoulder before he pressed them to her ear. </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"If you do one more thing I didn't explicitly tell you to do, I'm
going to spank you. Do you understand?"</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The words were uttered in a husky whisper but that didn't lessen the
impact they had on her body. </span><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></strong><br />
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Love, 2</span></em><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Part-time firefighter and full-time rancher Seth
Coulter will do anything to save the family ranch. He applies to take part in a
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can't quite believe Seth is as decent as he seems during his audition, so she
rejects his application. The insane sexual chemistry between them leads her to
his hotel room that night but a call from the studio, telling her they want
Seth for the show, forces her to leave before anything can happen.</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Seth and Maya are reunited on location and, this
time, she's his boss. Despite her intention to keep him at arm's length, she
underestimates Seth's determination to get what he wants, and what he wants is
her!</span></strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"Get these off," she groaned against his mouth, tugging at the
belt she was having trouble with. </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The confidence in her touch both turned him on and taunted him.
So, Maya thought she was gonna be the boss in the bedroom the same way she was
at the studio? Well, it was time he disabused her of that idea.
Seth chuckled against her mouth and pulled away.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"So the thought of me standing here in nothing but my hat and a
smile makes you hot, is that it?"</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Maya looked stunned at his question, but then she smiled and cocked a
suggestive eyebrow. "You say that like it's a bad thing."</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"There's not a damned thing wrong with that idea. And I'm
happy to oblige, but—", Seth grinned at Maya's puzzled look, and he hooked
his finger into the waistband of her slacks to flip open the button. "You
gotta get naked first."</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A flash of irritation, a glimmer of nerves, and then a spark of heat
passed through her gaze in the following seconds, and Seth knew which one she'd
settled for when she took another step back and tore down her zipper. His
cock throbbed in response to the sight of her taut abdomen and a scrap of black
lace peeking through her fly. Maya slid her hands over her outer thighs,
pushing the linen pants down her endless, toned legs and kicking them
off. Seth sent up a prayer of silent thanks when she picked up her
discarded slacks and turned to place them on the bed. The urge to get his hands
on her peach shaped ass almost drove him crazy as she kept her back to him and
wriggled out of her T-shirt. Finally she turned, and Seth was pretty sure he
groaned aloud. </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"Your turn," she said, hands on hips, dragging his attention
away from her body.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Seth laughed. Or at least he tried to. He was having trouble forcing the
sound through his constricted throat. "Uh-uh … you ain't naked
yet."</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">"This is as far as I'm going on my own, Cowboy." </span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">She
walked towards him, but, just when he expected her to wrap her arms around his
neck, she placed her palms against his chest and shoved him up against the
wall. His hat fell off, but neither of them seemed to care about it
anymore. Seth held his hands at his sides, his palms itching with the
urge to touch her but his brain telling him to hold still until she got his
pants open. This time, she tugged on the belt so hard, his body jerked away
from the wall. Maya groaned as the belt gave way, and her gaze flew up to meet
his as she thrust her hands into his jeans and grabbed his cock without
hesitation. Her nails scratched his torso as she dragged his T-shirt up
to his neck, and her hot mouth latched on to his nipple, sending another
searing pulse of arousal through him.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">She'd turned the tables on him again</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">. </span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Shades of
Love, 1</span></em><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">When Olivia Fitzgerald gets a bit tipsy on a
friend's hen night, the last thing she expects is trouble with a policeman.
Even worse, the policeman is her ex, Michael Williams.</span></strong><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br />
</span></b><strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Michael stops her from getting arrested and insists
on seeing her home. Olivia can't resist the urge to ask the question that has
haunted her since they split—why did he never have sex with her?</span></strong><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Michael just wants to get Olivia home without
revealing that he is still in love with her. But Olivia ends up in his arms,
begging him to take her to bed. He doesn't want to reject her again, even if he
is on duty, but he just can't imagine a good girl like Olivia allowing him to
do the dirty things he'd always longed to do with her.</span></strong><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Can he dare to hope she might still love him after
she spends one night in his custody?</span></strong><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<strong><i><span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;">Be Warned: light BDSM,
spanking<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Excerpt:</span></strong><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">His hands began to move in slow, soothing circles, reminding her of the
gentle and respectful way he used to touch her all those years ago, usually
after he'd rejected her latest attempt to get him to have sex with her. Each
time he'd sworn he wanted her just as badly, but thought they should wait until
after they were married. Olivia had never had the chance to find out if he'd
told her the truth because they never made it to the altar.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><em><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">So he's rejecting me again? </span></em><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A wave of anger
chased away her tears. The naive nineteen-year-old he used to know would
have let him get away with it, but she didn't exist anymore. In her place stood
a slightly drunk, totally pissed off, and now, mildly horny thirty-year-old who
would hang up her Jimmy Choos in shame forever if she didn't give him something
to remember her by before he disappeared out of her life again. </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">She grabbed his helmet off his head and ran farther into the house,
flying up the stairs with an agility she wouldn't have thought herself capable of.
Olivia heard his curse behind her and the sound of his boots hitting the tile.
For one awful moment she thought he was leaving, but then she heard her front
door close and heavy footsteps getting closer.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">She tiptoed into the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar so he would
know where to find her when he came to look for her. Her fingers shook as she
fumbled with the straps on her bodysuit, barely managing to slip them off her
shoulders it and let the outfit fall to the floor. </span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The underwear she had on
wasn't her sexiest, or even that nice, but if she got her way he would rip it
off anyway, so it was probably for the best. Olivia ruffled her hair,
plonked his helmet on her head and put her hands on her hips just as the door
began to creak open.</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Michael froze in the doorway, his hand wrapped around the handle. The
trembling in her knees got stronger as the seconds ticked by and neither of
them moved. Her nerves dissipated when she heard him suck in a raspy breath,
and he blinked a couple of times, as if not believing what he was seeing.
Finally, he spoke.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6081611877163463056" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Give me back my helmet.” His voice held an edge that she would
never have dared challenge in the past, but things were different now. He
didn't intimidate her like he used to.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">“Make me.”</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Michael released his grip on the door knob and took a step towards her,
a small grin creasing his cheek but doing little to disguise the tension
evident on his face. “You don't know what you're asking for.”</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The subtle threat in his words and the power radiating from him, made
the breath still in her chest. But she wasn't scared ... she was more
turned on that she had ever been in her life. The memory of him
manhandling her earlier, and the little fantasy she'd indulged in regarding his
handcuffs, sprang in to her mind. The reaction of her body made it
crystal clear, even to her intoxicated brain, that she still wanted Michael,
but not in the gentle way she used to fantasize about as a kid. </span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">She
wanted him to take her. She wanted him to make her do things. And
not to stop doing them even if she begged him to.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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