Sinful Rewards 12 – Wine Glasses
Here’s a snippet from Sinful Rewards 12
“Should I open the wine?” I attempt to distract them.
“S’il vous plait,” Francois purrs, back to being his charming self.
I stare at him blankly. Is that a yes?
“You truly don’t know any French.” Nicolas’s eyes gleam. “Open the wine, Bee.”
“This is America.” I extract wineglasses from the kitchen cabinets. “I shouldn’t need to know any French.”
“You don’t know wine either.” Francois moves beside me. “This glass is correct.” He taps the stem of the glass with a wider opening and large bowl. “These two glasses are not.” He returns them to the cabinet and chooses two different glasses. “The wine I brought you is red.”
My face heats. I had no idea that different wines required different glasses.
This scene is tiny yet so meaningful. Bee has tried her best to fit into the world Nicolas and other wealthy people belong to but there is so much to learn and she misses the small details like which wine glass to use. She realizes that she won’t ever fully fit in. She’ll always be looked at as an outsider by some people.
She doesn’t fit fully into Hawke’s world either but the difference is that Hawke and his team are willing to teach her. They were all outsiders once, not having been born into the military, and they know what being an outsider is like.
Re: Wine glasses and wine
The shape of a wine glass DOES affect taste.
“It all comes down to two things — the area of our mouths that the wine hits first, and the amount of air exposure the wine gets before we drink it.
Because different areas of our mouths are sensitive to varying degrees of sweet, sour, salt, bitter and umami tastes, the wine needs to hit the right part of your mouth first to taste good. That’s where a glass shaped specifically to target the area of the mouth that corresponds with the wine’s flavour profile comes in handy.
Secondly, the shape of the glass dictates the wine’s exposure to air — you may have noticed how red wine glasses are much wider than glasses designed for white wines. That’s because red wines are muskier and more aromatic, and therefore the smell of the wine — enhanced by the swirling of the large, bowl-like glass — plays as much a role in your enjoyment of the wine as the actual taste itself. On the contrary, white wine glasses are designed to be more narrow, which keeps the wine cooler for longer — key for proper flavour in whites.”
As Steven Kolpan, a professor and chair of wine studies at The Culinary Institute of America, notes “The difference can be so striking, in fact, that… I’ve seen people refuse to believe that they were tasting the same wine in different glasses.”
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The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!
One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.
But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.
Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?
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One Night With My Billionaire Master – Third Scene
Here’s the third scene from One Night With My Billionaire Master (releasing July 22nd)
Read the second scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/06/30/one-night-with-my-billionaire-master-second-scene/
My heart races and my senses tingle, my body awakening as though from a long sleep. The man I’ve chosen to be my first, perhaps my last, lover, stands in the ballroom’s doorway. He draws every gaze, his shoulders barely contained in his black form-fitting tuxedo, his stance deliciously dominant, his feet braced apart like he’s preparing for battle. The lights from the crystal chandelier shine a spotlight on his thick mane of black hair.
He suits the venue, a man as darkly elegant as the gothic revival-style mansion he’s entered. I shiver with feminine appreciation. Several lifetimes ago, Logan Ross might have been a warrior, standing on the battlements with his hands clenched behind his back, watching over his domain. The woman he defended would have been safe, protected, cherished. No enemy would have dared to storm his gates.
Tonight, those gates will surround me. I’ll be the woman he defends and he’ll expect my total submission in return for his protection. He hasn’t been shy about his sexual preferences, sending me links to websites, murmuring his plans for us against my cheek. This won’t be a vanilla first taste of sex. He’ll restrain me, spank me, force me to service him.
My pussy moistens, the possibilities exciting me. He’ll tell me what to do, his commands supplanting my inexperience, ensuring we both leave his bedroom, his dungeon, as I privately think of it, satisfied. It will be glorious. I won’t disappoint him and I won’t be required to make any decisions.
“I know he wasn’t on Father’s guest list.” Frederick interrupts my fantasies. “Arianna must have invited him.”
“No one invited him.”
Logan does whatever he desires, fuck guest lists, fuck getting permission. Father refused to grant him security clearance for St. James Communications properties. Logan had his own passcard made. Father wouldn’t allow him to access the database. Logan instructed his team to hack into the system.
The billionaire takes what he wants, and tonight, he wants me, the family-run charity event be damned. My toes curl.
“Father is in a private room, negotiating a deal.” Kayla stares at me. “If Ross leaves now, Father won’t realize you invited him.”
I didn’t invite him. Knowing they won’t listen to me, I remain silent, my gaze drifting to Logan. He searches the crowded space. Beautiful women flip their hair and smile enticingly, trying to attract his attention. He doesn’t notice them, his focus on finding me.
“Once she gives him what he wants, he’ll go away,” Cindra states loudly, her inference that I’ll grant him a fast fuck irritatingly obvious. “We’ll allow her to manage him.”
I doubt anyone can manage Logan. He’s dominant and determined down to his well-clad feet. “I’ll talk to Ross, ask him to leave.” I smooth my moist palms over my evening gown, don a polite society smile, and step forward.
Logan turns his head and his gaze locks on mine. His brown eyes gleam with awareness, appreciation, and a thrilling possessiveness, as though I’m already his, I belong to him.
This is only one night. I repeat this mantra in my mind. Don’t get emotionally involved. I glide toward him, putting distance between my half-siblings and me, not wanting them to overhear our certain-to-be outrageous conversation.
My billionaire isn’t patiently waiting for my arrival. He stalks across the marble floor, his gait fluid and smooth, his gaze fixed on my face.
Bejeweled society matrons and gray-haired business titans step out of his path, their eyes widening with curiosity. Couples stop dancing. The band valiantly continues to play, choosing a waltz as their next piece of music, the haunting notes filling the silence.
Guests expect a scene. They won’t get one. I’ve watched my mom in action. I know how to handle a horny man.
“Mr. Ross.” I hold out my right hand, proud of how steady it is. “I’m glad you could come.” My voice lowers, accentuating the innuendo. “To our little event.”
Logan clasps my fingers, his palm warm and intriguingly calloused. “I knew you’d be here.” His deep rumble rolls through my body, tightening my nipples. “It wasn’t a hard decision.”
Is he hard? I resist the urge to drop my gaze and verify, knowing other people are watching us. “Did you receive the agenda for tonight?” Does he understand that no one is to know about our liaison?
“I did.” He lifts my hand and brushes his lips over my knuckles, his breath wafting across my skin. “I incorporated it into my plans.” Gold flecks glow in his eyes as he straightens. “You have no reason to worry, Arianna.” He doesn’t release my hand. Instead, he places my palm on his forearm, his muscles flexing under his tuxedo jacket. “You can trust me.”
“I know I can trust you.” I study him, this man I’ve chosen to fuck. “That’s why I sent you tonight’s agenda.” Our texts alone, private exchanges with the dreaded enemy, would damn me in my father’s eyes. “You would never hurt me.” I know this in my soul.
“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you,” Logan makes one of his infamous vows, promises he’s been known to bend laws to keep. “You won’t regret your decision.”
We stand in the middle of the ballroom, surrounded by people. I see only him, entranced by the emotion in his brown eyes, his passion, his need, and something more, something I don’t dare believe in.
“Was this my decision?” I muse. “Did I have a choice?” Or was this inevitable, our fate, our destiny?
“No, you didn’t have a choice.”
Read the next scene here: (available July 14th) http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/14/one-night-with-my-billionaire-master-fourth-scene/
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One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
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Sinful Rewards 12 – You Fell In Love, Had Your Heart Broken
Catherine at A Reader Lives A 1000 Lives shares
“This series was more than an erotic tale of love – it was about family, blood and not; friendship, simple and not; striving for all you deserve and want while surviving all the world is going to hit you with. Perfection. Beautiful. A series I will read again and again.”
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The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!
One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.
But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.
Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?
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Sinful Rewards 12 – Hawke’s New Tattoo
Here’s a snippet from Sinful Rewards 12
Ed takes a step away from us. “What do you think?”
Hawke bends over the small table. “That’s fine work.”
“It’s one of my best.” The artist beams.
“Let me see.” I wiggle in Hawke’s lap. He turns my palm upward and places his hand in mine. My breath catches. It can’t be. I close my eyes, count to five, open them.
It is.
Belinda is inked on the ring finger of his left hand, a band of letters declaring to the world that he belongs to me. “Hawke.” My eyes prick with unshed tears.
“She doesn’t hate it,” Ed observes.
“Hate it?” I carefully touch my military man’s fingertips, staring at my very visual claim on him. “I love it.” I love him. “You did this for me?”
Hawke nods. Of course he did this for me. That’s my name on his body.
Forever.
I tremble, unable to believe this, yet the proof is in front of me, permanent proof in vivid black ink. “It’s on your ring finger.” I glance at his face. He must know this. “People will think you’re married.”
“Good.” Hawke smiles. “Because in my heart, I am.” He brushes a strand of hair away from my face with his right hand. “You’re my girl. You will always be my girl.”
“You’re committed.” I gaze at his finger. A tattooed wedding band with my name on it is a commitment.
I don’t have a picture of Hawke’s tattoo but it looks something like this.
It isn’t truly a band because the tattoo doesn’t encircle Hawke’s finger completely. Why? Because the skin on the palm-side of the finger wears quickly and is less likely to take ink.
A tattooed ring is a great solution for people who don’t like to wear rings or people who can’t wear rings due to their jobs/hobbies (in many jobs, such as any around machinery, wearing a ring is dangerous).
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The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!
One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.
But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.
Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?
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One Night With My Billionaire Master – Second Scene
Here’s the second scene from One Night With My Billionaire Master (releasing July 22nd)
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/06/23/one-night-with-my-billionaire-master-first-scene/
My friend shrugs. “Speaking of decisions we must make, we’re running low on the eighty-two. We only have three bottles left.”
“Then serve the eighty-three.” He opens his mouth, a refusal written all over his pretty face, and I hastily add, “I realize that vintage of champagne isn’t as rich as the eighty-two, but it’s late in the evening, and very few guests are as discerning as we are.”
“They’re ignorant buffoons,” the Frenchman grumbles.
“Who are generously supporting our educational programs.” I pat his tuxedo-clad arm, trying to pacify him. “That was my last decision of the night, my friend.”
He frowns.
“You agreed to this,” I remind him. “And I trust you to handle any minor problems.” He knows I consider almost every problem to be minor. “If there’s an emergency situation, speak with Cindra.”
“Not Cindra, anyone but her.” Benoit glances over his shoulder at my half-sister and shudders dramatically. “I’d rather drink the seventy-eight.” Seventy-eight was one of the worst years for champagne in recent memory.
“There’s no one else.” Frederick, my half-brother, flat out refused to help. Kayla, the youngest half-sister, couldn’t make a decision to save her life. “I doubt there will be any emergency situations.”
My friend mutters under his breath.
“You’ll manage, Benoit. I have faith in your abilities.” I walk away, ignoring my guilt. He knows the routine, having shadowed me at dozens of similar events. He can handle this responsibility.
I approach my half-siblings, my dread carefully hidden behind a polite mask. Frederick, Kayla, and Cindra watch me with a disturbing level of interest, as though they expect me to embarrass myself, to shame our father.
I won’t be their entertainment tonight. I straighten my shoulders and lift my chin. I’m no longer a child they can tease and torment.
“Your boy toy looks unhappy.” Cindra throws the opening verbal punch, her blue eyes glittering with malice. “Are you having a lover’s tiff?”
Guests, hovering nearby, twitter behind their hands. Her words will be embellished and repeated, tarnishing my reputation even more.
“Benoit was consulting with me on a gala issue.” And he prefers men. I keep this information to myself, his personal life being no one’s concern but his.
“He was consulting with you?” Kayla supports Cindra as she always does. “Is that what you’re calling your activities now?” She looks down her perfect nose at me, a glass of champagne clasped by her well-manicured fingers.
I wish it was the seventy-eight.
“His unhappiness is to be expected.” Frederick joins the fray. “According to rumors, you’re having nightly private consultations with Logan Ross.” His lip curls.
“Daddy won’t like that,” Cindra sings.
“Our father knows those rumors aren’t true.” Tomorrow I won’t be able to use this defense. The gossip will reflect reality.
My half-siblings laugh, causing a wave of whispers to roll through our audience. I don’t know why I respond to their jibes. No one believes a word I say. They all think I’m fucking Logan.
“You’re just like your mother.” Cindra, the eldest and the meanest, is the first to bring up my ethically-challenged parent. “When Daddy finally sees that, you’ll be cut off.”
That’s their goal, to drive a permanent wedge between our father and me, his unwelcome slut-spawn. It isn’t enough that they have the bulk of his affections. They want it all, begrudging me the gold teardrop-shaped pendant I wear while our father drapes them in diamonds, complaining about my economy vehicle even as they stand in front of their luxury cars, contesting my five percent share in St. James Communications using income earned from their ten percent ownerships.
I stifle a sigh. I’m weary of being attacked, weary of being alone, untouched and isolated, starved for affection. A movement catches my eye and I glance upward, hope and longing coloring my soul.
It isn’t Logan. My burst of happiness fades. Benoit lurks in an alcove, signaling that he wishes to talk to me. I shake my head, refusing his request. My workday is done. I told him I’d made my last decision.
He frowns and beckons again, his movements more exaggerated and frantic. I’m not in charge, I silently scream. For once in my life, I don’t want to be responsible for anything other than my own pleasure.
The Frenchman waves his hands in the air, almost clipping a passing waiter with his elbow. His mouth is moving. I can’t hear his words, he’s too far away, but I see his desperation. He needs my help. I take a step toward.
“Oh my God,” Cindra gasps. The mood in the ballroom shifts, the air thickening with expectation. “He did dare to show his face.” She sounds almost giddy. “Daddy’s going to blow a gasket.”
Only one man can cause our father to lose his temper. I mouth a clear no to Benoit, adding a hand chop for emphasis. If the newcomer is who I think he is, my friend will have to deal with his problems on his own.
“He has some gall,” Kayla chimes in. “He might have been able to sneak into the other events, but this is our gala. Everyone knows he has no business being here.”
It must be him. I look over my shoulder and my breath hitches. It is.
Logan Ross, billionaire investor, thirty-five percent shareholder in St. James Communications, and my father’s sworn enemy, has arrived.
Read the next scene here: (available July 7th) http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/07/one-night-with-my-billionaire-master-third-scene/
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
Pre-Order Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Night-Billionaire-Master-City-Sizzle-ebook/dp/B00YDGYXBO
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Sinful Rewards 12 – Bee’s Engagement Ring
Here’s a snippet from Sinful Rewards 12
“Everyone knows I’m your girl.”
“I want you to be more than that, love.” Hawke uncurls the fingers of his left hand, the finger tattooed with my name covered with white gauze, and he reveals a distinctive sapphire blue leather ring box with an HW etched on the top.
My breath catches. He bought the ring from Harry Winston, jeweler to the stars.
“I want you to be my wife.” Hawke opens the box, and the room spins merrily around me. There are diamonds, diamonds, and more diamonds, the sparkle almost blinding me. A massive round center stone is framed by diamonds and set on a diamond band. The stones are so closely set, I don’t see the precious metal.
“You like it.” His voice is husky.
“I love it.” I smile, light-headed.
Here’s a picture of Bee’s ring.
You can find more details here http://www.harrywinston.com/en/one-round-brilliant-diamond-micropav%C3%A9-engagement-ring
Bee loves sparkle. She’s also a classic girl, enjoying fashions that can be worn for years. This ring combines both of these attributes. Hawke knew she’d love it! It will be a ring she’ll wear happily every day for the rest of her life.
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The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!
One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.
But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.
Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?
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One Night With My Billionaire Master – First Scene
Here’s the first scene from One Night With My Billionaire Master (releasing July 22nd)
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross, billionaire investor and my father’s most hated adversary, eleven hours ago. Fucking Logan is inevitable, I tell myself, as I stand in the crowded ballroom. He won’t stop pursuing me until he has me, and I’m tired, so damn tired, of resisting him, delaying what we both want, what we both need.
I half-heartedly listen to Benoit, my flamboyant French second-in-command, grumble about broken champagne flutes and incompetent waitstaff. Normally I’d care about these details, taking my job seriously, but I’m too wired to work tonight. All I can think about is sex and Logan, his rough hands, stern voice, intense no-bullshit gaze.
He’s been as subtle as a sledgehammer over the past seven months, standing guard over me at every event, every dinner, glaring at any man who dares to approach me, making his claim on the St. James slut, thrillingly obvious.
Logan must be aware of my reputation, everyone in our business circles knows of my mom, how I’m expected to follow in her notorious footsteps, yet he treats me with respect. Sure, he whispers scorching hot sexual fantasies into my ear, brushes his calloused fingers against my neck, shoulders, and arms, every chance he gets, but he’s never crossed the line, never made me feel like anything other than his woman.
And, sweet mother, I love it. I shiver. It’s a miracle I’ve withstood his single-minded seduction this long.
No one believes I have resisted him. Everyone thinks we’re already fucking.
I can tolerate the speculation as long as there’s doubt. My father won’t disown me without concrete proof, my half-siblings reminded of this during their last attempt to usurp my minor role in our dysfunctional family. I trust Logan to be discreet, to handle the details, to protect me.
Tonight.
Tomorrow, he’ll turn his attention to another woman. I smooth the full skirt of my black sleeveless gown, the garment chosen for its ease of access, bra and panties not required.
The thought of my billionaire standing by someone else’s side shouldn’t sadden me. I know who I am, whom everyone believes I resemble. I have my absentee mom’s blonde hair, big breasts, and long legs, and my appeal will be as fleeting, as empty. He’ll get me out of his system and move on.
At least my night with Logan shouldn’t have any deadly and long-lasting consequences, unlike my media tycoon father’s fateful night with my opportunistic mom.
My father had been so lust-struck with my free-with-her-favors mom, that he cheated on his critically ill wife. I was conceived. My birth and the subsequent highly-contested paternity test revealed my father’s secret to the world, forcing him to give me his last name and a place in the family. That humiliation killed his wife, the woman he claims to have adored, leaving their three children without a mother.
My aggressive billionaire, in contrast, isn’t married, doesn’t have any children who would make a possible ‘oops’ baby feel unwelcome, unworthy, hated. I’m on birth control, and I suspect, with my inherited slutty reputation, he’ll use condoms.
My gaze drifts once more over the buzzing ballroom. Ladies wear long gowns in a variety of rich colors, offsetting the stark black of the men’s tuxedos. Precious gemstones glitter around the women’s necks, in their ears and hair.
My fingers close around my plain gold pendant, my sole adornment, and I’m filled with satisfaction over an event well-organized. The crème de la crème of Toronto society is attending my family’s charity gala. I recognize politicians, movie stars, the business elite. Everyone I expect to see is here.
Except Logan. I don’t spot his tall, muscular physique and distinctive ink-black hair in the crowd.
“He hasn’t yet arrived, Ari,” Benoit observes. A small smile curls his lips, illuminating his handsome face. “Believe me, I’ve been looking. That delicious man of yours fills out a tuxedo jacket nicely, and his ass?” My friend flicks his gaze toward the heavens. “Like a gift from God.”
My face heats. “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I lie, knowing exactly whom he’s referring to. Logan does have a great ass and beautifully wide shoulders. “Esteban won’t appreciate you scooping other men out,” I warn. Benoit is in a committed relationship with the venue’s top-ranked chef.
“Esteban doesn’t care where I get my appetite as long as I eat at home,” he jauntily replies, as though having someone to love who returns that love is a casual accomplishment.
I don’t say anything, suppressing my envy, hiding my loneliness, my need for company.
“Are you finally banging your billionaire tonight?” Benoit returns to this embarrassing topic. “Is that why you’ve put me in charge of this fiasco?”
“Keep your voice down.” I hush my friend, aware that I’m being watched by my half-siblings. They report every infraction, imagined or real, to my father, hoping he’ll finally withdraw his support and his love. “You’re in charge because I need, no, I deserve one evening to relax.” This isn’t a lie, but it isn’t the full truth either, as I will be banging my billionaire tonight. “I don’t know why I must be the one to make all of the decisions.”
“Because you have a keen brain in that pretty little head of yours.” Benoit winks. “Which is why I chose to work for you, and why your Mr. Ross guards you closely. Your man doesn’t want stupid children.”
“He’s not my man.” Logan doesn’t think of me as marriage material.
“Tell that to him.”
Read the next scene here: (available June 30th) http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/06/30/one-night-with-my-billionaire-master-second-scene/
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
Pre-Order Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Night-Billionaire-Master-City-Sizzle-ebook/dp/B00YDGYXBO
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Sinful Rewards 12 – I Laughed, Cried, Yelled, and Laughed Some More
Allisia at Defying Tradition shares
“It’s all over folks, I laughed, cried, yelled, and laughed some more. I have read some book series that ended after you become hooked on the people and this one was done beautifully. Others have left you wanting more and I have been in a bad mood or sad all day. On the completion of this series, however I just sighed. Everything I wanted was there…”
Read the full review here
http://traditionallydefiant.blogspot.ca/2015/06/erotica-sinful-rewards-12-by-cynthia-sax.html
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The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!
One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.
But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.
Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-12-Billionaires-Novella-ebook/dp/B00NVLNYDA
Barnes And Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sinful-rewards-12-cynthia-sax/1120380067
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Sinful Rewards 12 – Bee’s Reward Outfit
(Grins) One of the fun things about Sinful Rewards is sharing all of the delicious fashions. Bee receives her reward. Let’s see what she receives.
I brush the brown tissue paper aside, revealing light blue tulle. My fingers tremble as I shake out the fabric. Clusters of pink and dark gray glitter embellish the Mary Katrantzou blouse. “This is so beautiful.” I hold it up to me. “And sheer.” I lift my eyebrows. “Your men will see everything.”
“It matches my eyes.” Hawke’s voice is husky.
Here’s a picture of this beautiful blouse.
And the link to the details http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/507348/Mary_Katrantzou/glitter-embellished-tulle-top
What else does she receive?
“Oh my God. That wasn’t all of it.” I pull out a pair of black Stella McCartney Jasmine wool-twill straight-leg pants. “Look at this tailoring.” I show him the seams.
He feigns amazement, humoring me. The man has no concept of fashion.
Here’s a picture of her pants.
And the link to the details http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/500863/Stella_McCartney/jasmine-wool-twill-straight-leg-pants
No outfit is complete without shoes.
“All I need is shoes.” I glance in the box. “You sent those too.” I gaze at the Gianvito Rossi sleek black point-toe flats. “I’m never wearing the ballerina flats again.”
“The shoes have buckles.” Hawke flicks one of his thick fingers at the delicate ankle strap. “So they won’t fall off when you ride with me.”
Here’s a picture of her shoes (which I absolutely love).
And the link to the details http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/496482/Gianvito_Rossi/leather-point-toe-flats
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The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!
One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.
But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.
Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-12-Billionaires-Novella-ebook/dp/B00NVLNYDA
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sinfulrewards12-1771169-356.html
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Sinful Rewards 12 – After A Love Triangle
I’m at Crystal Blogs Books, asking this question
“When you read a love triangle, would you like the unsuccessful hero to get his own story, to eventually fall in love with a heroine who loves him back?
Or would you prefer that he maintain his love for the heroine who didn’t choose him?”
I’d love to hear your thoughts here
http://crystalblogsbooks.blogspot.ca/2015/06/a-visit-with-cynthia-sax-author-of.html
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The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!
One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.
But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.
Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-12-Billionaires-Novella-ebook/dp/B00NVLNYDA
Barnes And Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sinful-rewards-12-cynthia-sax/1120380067
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