BOOK
SYNOPSIS
When Marissa infiltrates the notorious motorcycle club on
the outskirts of town, she is prepared to destroy the shifters who are
threatening her family. She isn’t prepared for their leader’s sensual
proposition, or to play a dangerous bedroom game. As her heart softens, secrets
come to light, and Marissa must choose whether to carry on the family legacy,
or follow her heart.
BUY
LINKS
EXCERPT
Marissa had always suspected that kissing Navarro would be
intense, but she had no idea just how intense until he had her in his arms. The
man was sin on a stick, and with each passing second she was falling more and
more under his spell.
When he brushed his tongue against the seam of her lips, it
felt like heaven. With a groan, she parted them in invitation. Navarro took
advantage, planting his hand along the back of her head to hold her steady as
he plundered her mouth. The kiss wasn’t gentle, but Marissa didn’t want gentle.
All her life she had dated “gentle” men who her father found respectable. There
was something wild and feral in Navarro. It called to a primal place deep
inside her soul.
She was the one who was supposed to be seducing him, not the
other way around. If she didn’t regain some control over this situation, she
would never be able to use this moment to gain the information she needed.
As Navarro lifted her up onto the bar and eased in between
her thighs, Marissa attempted to disentangle herself. Somehow, her movements
brought her closer to him, not farther away. That wild, testosterone part of
him was turning her muscles to water. It had been so long since she had sex,
even longer since she had good sex. Something about Navarro told her that one
night with him would be extraordinary.
Giving up on her plan to take charge, she inched closer to
the edge of the bar and slid her hands around his waist. As his erection
pressed up against her inner thigh, she decided that she’d give herself over to
the moment just this once. By giving herself over to him, she could gain his
trust. Yeah, that’s it. Trust.
As he slid his tongue against hers, weeks of building
tension exploded into her mouth. He tasted raw and masculine, a heady, leathery
taste that matched his scent. He invaded her senses, pushing through the last
shred of her defenses until the world around her faded away. She moaned and
tilted her head, deepening the kiss. Within seconds there was only her. Only
him. Only hungry mouths and skin touching skin.
“Yes,” she gasped as he tore away from her. He kissed her
jaw and neck, creating a hot, tingling sensation along her skin that fueled her
desire. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as he let go of her wrist
and ran his large fingers down her back. Sliding her hands up his washboard abs
and along his muscular chest, she slipped them under his black, leather jacket
and pushed it off his shoulders. He pulled back and shed the jacket on a
single, fluid motion. It fell to the ground in a heap around them as he leaned
forward and kissed her neck once more.
“Navarro,” she whispered as she tugged his T-shirt from his
jeans. After freeing the cotton fabric, she eased her fingers underneath and
slid them over his skin. The hard muscle flexed under her fingertips as he
inched closer to the edge of the bar. Digging her nails into his skin, she
wrapped her legs around his waist and positioned herself until his cock pressed
up against her center.
“What is it about you, Marissa?” His breath whispered over
her skin, making her shiver. “From the first day we met, I felt the tension
between us.”
“Yes,” she whispered as his tongue flicked over the
sensitive vein in her neck.
“Ever since then, I’ve been watching you, trying to figure
out why you have this affect over me.” He eased his hand up her side and
covered her breast. Marissa moaned as he squeezed her sensitive flesh and
kneaded the tip between his fingers.
“No other woman has captured my attention like this. Just
your scent drives me mad with desire.”
“Navarro, please.” She tugged up on his shirt, eager for him
to remove it. She wanted him, had wanted him from the first moment she stepped
into Estrella’s. The tension between them that he mentioned was real. As he
leaned her back onto the smooth surface of the bar, a sense of urgency rose up
deep inside of her core. She shifted her fingers, sliding them around his torso
and rubbing them over his rough skin. He growled in response, a throaty,
masculine sound that sent a jolt of desire up through her core.
He shifted until his lips were inches away from her ear. “I
need to be inside of you, querida.” He flicked his tongue over her lobe.
“Before this night is over, I will make you mine. Only
mine.”
AUTHOR
BIO
A lifetime New Englander, NYT and USA Today Best Selling
author Suzanne Rock married her college sweetheart and has been with him for
over twenty years. Every summer she drags her husband and two daughters to
Maine on a quest for the perfect lobster dinner. Every fall she can be found
down in Foxboro, Massachusetts cheering on her favorite football team. In
between those trips, she's a chauffeur, a maid, a chef, an event planner, a
hairdresser, a wardrobe stylist, a tutor and a sometimes masseuse. To keep her
sanity, she often drinks copious amounts of coffee and stares at the blank
screen of her laptop, dreaming of great adventures. Sometimes she even writes
them down for others to enjoy. For a listing of her books and appearances,
please visit her website (http://www.SuzanneRock.com). She also
loves to hear from readers!
Note: Suzanne also writes mainstream romance under the pen
name Ava Conway. To learn about her more sensual works, please visit her
website at http://www.AvaConway.com
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