Heroine: Kevan Landry is trying to keep her life on track and her brother in rehab. If her fledgling marketing firm can sign the hot new band, Manix Curse, it will make a world of difference.
Hero: Mason Dillon heads the most successful music PR firm in Portland. He’s desperate to breathe new life into the company by signing Manix Curse.
She’s a rocker with attitude and ink
He’s a sexy suit who gets what he wants
She spun to face him, an eyebrow raised. Her glossy lips quivered and parted, full with the promise of paradise, but she couldn’t disguise her rising anxiety with a coy facade. Her eyes widened, and her hands shook as she fumbled with her handbag.
Funny, she’d been so overtly sensual and vivacious at the club. All innuendo and smart mouth. Where had the confidence gone? And where had this shy, vulnerable young woman come from? Didn’t matter. Both versions of this woman were hot and fuckable. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a compulsion to be with a woman. Maybe never. Where her earlier bravado had been the gauntlet thrown down to challenge him, this new, more cautious woman was one he wanted to protect. Nurture. Pleasure. Either way, he wanted her out of her clingy fucking dress before he tore it off.
First, Mason needed to assuage her fear and wipe away her uncertainty. He was a man of action. That’s how he’d been so successful in business. Well, up until yesterday, when he’d been notified of his apparent incompetence at the job that had become his life. Before the buzzkill of his employment situation could take hold and overshadow his lust, or before Kevan’s anxiety became more tangible and derailed his intentions, he made a decision.
He caught her hand in his and pulled her close before turning her. Moving his hands to her curvaceous waist, he gently, but firmly, pressed her against the door. More than anything, he wanted her to say yes, but he’d give her another chance to back out. Mason looked directly into her eyes for a confirmation or rejection. He would walk away if she really wanted him to, but it might kill him. Brutally. Could a man actually die from blue balls? He really didn’t want to find out.
Kevan nodded, but her hooded eyes and parted lips gave the real approval. Her face lit with an eager, almost greedy smile. Mason went in for the kill, meeting her mouth with his, instantly attacking her with his tongue. He hoped that later he’d have the chance to show her how painfully slow and gentle he could be.
But not now. Now he needed this woman. Needed to show her how much he wanted her. Needed to be in her. Fuck her until she screamed his name and clawed her cherry-red nails down his back. Marked him. She made him lose all control, this strange, radiant woman he’d just met. He prided himself as a thoughtful—although dominant—lover.
It was all about the control. The control that was seeping through his fingers like melted ice
Beautiful Crazy releases 11/1,2016. My review will post 11/8/2016
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