It’s the layover she’ll never forget.
Stuck in an airport bar with a choice between three drunk
roommates or one dark and delicious stranger, Zoe Chestain decides to live
dangerously for once, and succumbs to a night of Shay Bommer’s dominant
passion. But her cloud of sensual bliss is blown apart the next day, when the
Vegas dancer and her friends are taken hostage by the hijackers of their flight
home. Zoe’s horror deepens when her kidnapper reveals himself. Shay.
It’s the mission he’ll never give up.
Shay Bommer is one of the Army’s best, a Special Forces
soldier who followed in the footsteps of his brother knowing infiltration with
the enemy would sometimes be necessary. But this operation, deep under cover
with one of the CIA’s most sought-after criminals, has cost him more than the
trust of the most breathtaking submissive he’s ever had in his arms. He’s given
up the camaraderie of his unit, the protection of his country, and even the
esteem of his brother in the quest to rescue one priceless treasure. His
mother.
Can they turn “never” into forever?
Zoe’s danced to some crazy songs in her time, but no wild
choreography has prepared her for the adventure of life with Shay—or the return
to his bed that means surrendering more than just her body. As they run from
the bad guys, the good guys, and everyone in between, she learns about the man
behind all his masks, and the Dominant for whom she’s always longed.
When Shay honors his word and unlocks her bonds for good,
Zoe must face the truth—that her heart will always be Shay’s willing captive.
But staying with him means dying with him. The heat is on. Can Shay and Zoe’s
love survive the flames?
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Damn.
Damn.
Damn.
How the hell had
he ever thought this woman would be a fun and forgettable fling?
Stupid question.
Nonexistent answer.
Zoe’s plea, with
its finishing scream that seized him from the balls up, confirmed he didn’t
even care.
He simply wanted
her. And accepted, with grim resignation, that this might be the only time he’d
have her. Even if he wasn’t eyeballs-deep in this dangerous ruse with Stock,
what he’d ask of her was too much. He was already living on borrowed time,
considering all the occasions he’d been dropped into parts of the Middle East
that people didn’t want to know about. On one of those trips, he wasn’t going
to make it to ex-fil. They’d be carrying his lifeless ass onto the helo,
instead.
What key
you want that ‘Taps’ played in, soldier?
His depression
could wait. The moroseness didn’t belong here, in the rare gift of this night
and the tight heaven of this woman’s body. But his desire for her extended
beyond that. Zoe was so unbridled in her passion, so eager with her kisses, so
open about her insecurities and what she perceived as her “failures”…and then
so willing to let him help set her straight about how wrong she was, if only a
little…
It was official.
She was his submissive dream come true. He had the hard-on, more raging than
any he’d had in a while, to confirm it. God help the woman.
“Spread wider for
me, baby.”
Her eyes reopened
as he said it, likely drawn by the lusty tension in his voice. Sure enough, as
their eyes met, he watched fear tighten her features. She attempted a ready
smile, which only drove in another knife of compunction. She was being so
brave, refusing to ring out no matter how much his cock strained her tender
tissues. At the same time, she drove him insane in all the most awesome ways.
Damn, she was tight…and despite her strain, getting wetter by the minute. Thank
fuck for basic human physiology.
But all the
lubricant in the world wasn’t going to make some aspects of this any easier. He
was big. She was small. Period.
Shit.
As a precaution,
he wound his hands tighter around her wrists. She noticed, of course. “Shane?”
Her query was sweet and tentative and sexy as fuck. “Is everything
okay?”
Guilt pushed the
repeat key whether he welcomed the shit or not. Is everything okay?
Yeah, just fine and dandy—except for the fact that our minds mesh but our
bodies may not. Didn’t mean his dancer wouldn’t get satisfaction; he’d
just pleasure her in different ways—right before his ice-cold
shower.
“Listen to me.”
He lined his stare up with hers again. The shadows of the room turned her eyes
into gold-kissed midnight. “Red still means
stop, Zoe. Got it?”
“I don’t want you
to stop.”
“You may take
that back in another minute.”
“I don’t. Want
you. To stop.”
* SIGNED PAPERBACK SERIES OF THE WILD BOYS OF SPECIAL FORCES SERIES BY ANGEL PAYNE (BOOKS 1 - 6) *
Well, hello there! My name is Angel, and I’m so happy to
meet you.
Like many, I’ve had a journey to get here.
I’ve loved reading all my life, and have been writing nearly
that long, too. I think it started when I penned an 80-page novel about a
time-traveling family for a 5th-grade school project. You could say I was
hooked. In middle school, I moved to the hardcore stuff: the
paragraph-at-a-time “swap-stories” with all my besties. (C’mon…don’t lie…you
remember those too!) Needless to say, the stories featured lots of French
kissing, mindless groping and angsty drama – but I knew I’d found a niche when
I was invited to participate in several more swap-stories on campus.
Some years, various entertainment writing gigs and a
half-dozen historical romances later, I discovered the world of sexy romance –
and home. (Not to mention a great place for all that angst I never gave up.) I
love this genre – change that to love this genre – and hope my stories speak to
your heart as well as your blood pressure, as well as your courage to explore
new things and express your truth in beautiful new ways.
And where do I do all this? Well, if you ask my hubz, he’d
likely say “on another planet,” especially if I’m in story-brewing mode! The
rest of the time, I live in Southern California with him and our gorgeous
child, where I’m abnormally interested in travel, coffee, wine, shoes, super
heroes, ridiculous pop culture trends – but most of all, hearing from fellow
readers and romance lovers like you!
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