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Authors: Pepper Winters S. E. Smith Mandy Rosko Sharon Page Teresa Morgan T. J. Michaels Eve Langlais Cathryn Fox Opal Carew
Tags: #new adult, #pirate, #sheikh, #billionaire, #shapeshifter, #dominant, #alpha, #sensual, #bad boy
A knock came on her door and she
hurried to it, but disappointment settled in her stomach when she found Michael
there to collect her.
"Mr. Montgomery is ready to
escort you back home."
She followed him to the plane, and
took her seat in the back as Quinn, who was once again dressed in his flight
suit, flew her back home. She sat quietly, and while she tried to catch his
attention, he kept his eyes forward and his focus on the controls. A long time
later they landed, and she tried not to appear as apprehensive as she felt when
he opened her door to help her from the plane. His crew came to greet him and
tend to the plane. He spoke to them as she stood there waiting for
instructions, waiting to see what came next but her heart fell into her stomach
when he asked, "Do you have a ride?"
"I left my car in underground
parking."
"Very well." He gave a
curt nod. "Have a safe drive home, Ms. Andrews."
Swallowing against the tightness in
her throat, and hating that things were ending this way, she made her way to
her car. Blurry eyed, she drove the short trip home, and once inside her condo,
she collapsed on her bed, exhaustion and heartache pulling at her as she fell
into a fitful sleep.
Before she realized it, her alarm
went off, and after hitting the snooze button, she climbed from her bed in need
of coffee. As she walked to her closet to pull on her robe, she wondered what
she’d wear to work, suddenly hating her entire wardrobe, hating that she had to
make the choice each and every morning. Moving numbly and trying not to think
of Quinn, she walked to the kitchen in desperate need of coffee, but the knock
on her door startled her.
She hurried to it, hoping to find
Quinn on the other side, but terrified that she wouldn’t. She pulled it open
and found a courier standing there, a beautifully wrapped gift box in his hand.
"Please sign here," he
said, looking rather bored.
Pulse leaping, she scribbled her
name down, and rushed to her kitchen table, shaking the light box as she went.
She tore off paper, then removed the lid, setting aside the note as the
beautiful dress inside gained her full attention.
Quinn
…
She pulled the silk from the box
and held it to her, the material so soft and luxurious against her body. The
dress was professional enough for work—which touched her deeply, because it
showed how much he truly cared for her and the image she needed to maintain as
a lawyer––yet it was still sexy and sophisticated and would showcase her curves
in a classy, stylish way.
She searched the box, pulling out
the tissue paper until she came upon a push-up bra, but no panties to be found.
A moan of excitement bubbled in her throat and her pussy quivered in erotic
delight as she thought about going to work sans panties, with no one it the
world knowing but her and Quinn.
As she thought about all the things
he did to her, for her, during their whirlwind weekend, she ripped open the
note. As she read it, her heart leapt with joy, knowing she was the luckiest
woman in the world to have such an attentive and wonderful Dom like Quinn
caring for her.
Emotions rose in her and heat
settled deep between her legs but there was nothing she could do to contain her
squeal of delight rising from her throat when she read the note a second time.
"You
are to wear this to work, and nothing else. I will be by to see you at some
point during the day, and if I discover that you’ve strayed from my
instructions…
you will be punished
."
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Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister,
daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she
never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep
her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he
can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in
her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up
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Other Books by Cathryn Fox
Single Titles
Firefighter Heat
Summer Lovin’
Wasted Summer
Weekend Cowboys
Bedding
Down
Riding Bareback
Pleasure Games
Pleasure Inn
Eternal Pleasure
Hell
Excerpts
If
you would like to read more Cathryn Fox stories, she recommends
His Obsession Next Door
, the first in her new
In the Line of Duty
series
, which leads to
His Trouble in Tallulah
, His Strings to Pull, His Taste of Temptation
and His Moment to Steal.
Or if
you want hotter and shorter, Cathryn recommends her
Firefighter Heat
series, currently consisting of
FEVER
,
SIREN
, and
FLASH FIRE.
Here are two short excepts from
HIS OBSESSION NEXT DOOR
and
FEVER
His Obsession Next Door
Cathryn Fox
Excerpt
What the hell did she think she
was doing?
Night blanketed the city as Cole
stood near his living room window, watching Gemma mill about her condo through
the crack in her curtains. His condo might be the only one with a direct view
into her place, but if someone passed by on the street, they could easily see
her barely clad body moving from one room to another.
Dressed in a silky little piece of
nothing that had his passion-rattled mind urging him to go over there and fuck
some sense back into her, he fisted his hands, drove them into his pockets and
rocked back and forth on his heels.
A slow tremor worked its way
through his body. His cock, still hard since setting sight on her four days
ago, when she’d answered her door in a silky nightgown, was ready to break
through its zippered barrier and rise up for a front row seat. Seeing her
standing there looking all warm, soft, sexy and sleepy, had him aching to
capture her in his arms and carry her straight back to her bed. Once he had her
where he wanted her he’d climb between those long legs of hers and bury his
mouth in the apex of her thighs—something he’d been dreaming of doing for far
too long now. Christ, what he wouldn’t have done to spend the rest of that day
making her scream for him. And scream she would. He growled, and on the floor
near his feet, Charlie, who had healed up quite nicely since his surgery,
thumped his tail.
Cole gave a hard shake of his head
in a failed effort to clear it. He’d been watching her for three long nights
now, going into his fourth, and he was pretty sure the girl next door—one who
suddenly seemed more seductive than sweet—was up to her old tricks, teasing and
tormenting him to the point of distraction.
"That girl is going to be the
death of me," he said to his dog, and Charlie gave a whimper, like he was
fully aware of Cole’s discomfort.
The light in her living room
flicked off. Cole shifted, about to grab a cold beer to help tamp down the heat
inside him when her bathroom light came on. Jesus, with her curtains parted he
could see her standing in front of her mirror, her hands gripping the hem of
her camisole. He swallowed, hard, and tried not to look. He really did. But by
God, even though ogling the half-naked beauty across the street was all kind of
wrong, there was nothing he could do to tear his gaze away from the woman who’d
become the object of his obsession. After all, he was a man, and a man only had
so much willpower.
She peeled her top off to expose
the most luscious breasts he’d ever set eyes on. As lust settled deep in his
groin his cock throbbed, aching for attention. Working to summon a modicum of
control as she wiggled, he gripped the windowpane and swallowed down the saliva
pooling in his mouth. He couldn’t see below her waist, but from the way her
breasts were swaying, her long dark curls flaring around her face, he could
only guess she was shimmying out of her panties.
Fuck.
She turned her back to the window
and reached into her shower to turn it on. If he wasn’t mistaken she shot a
sassy glance his way before climbing in. Son of a bitch. She really
was
fucking
with him
FEVER
Cathryn Fox
Excerpt
The shrill of their special phone
pulled him from his musings and helped marshal his thoughts. "I got it."
Welcoming the distraction, he jumped to his feet and pushed away from the card
table. Without haste, he made his way across the room.
Fuck. Maybe tonight he’d take the
call. Although it had been a long time since he’d participated in the Hot
Line, perhaps a soft bed and an even softer woman would help take the edge off
and get his mind off Sara.
When he glanced at the caller ID,
his heart raced, his blood pressure soared. Jesus H. Christ. Everything in
him reacted to the name displayed in the small glass window. Tension rose in
him as his cock urged him to answer the phone, along with the sexual demands of
his body.
What the fuck was he supposed to do
now?
Despite his rock hard cock
screaming at him to pick up that phone and give Sara exactly what she wanted,
he took a measured step back, but not far enough that he still couldn’t reach
it. If he wanted to. But he didn’t want to. Okay, he wanted to, but he wasn’t
going
to.
He was not going to pick it up.
No way.
No how.
Walk away, Mitch. Just walk
away.
Before he could stop himself, his
fingers closed over the receiver and squeezed until his knuckles turned white.
Just then Dean poked his head
around the corner. Grinning like the crazy, intuitive son-of-a-bitch he was,
he asked, "You want me to get that?"
"I got it," Mitch growled
and ripped the phone from the cradle. He pressed it to his ear and said
gruffly, "Hello."
Sara’s soft, sexy voice sounded on
the other end. "Mitch?"
"Yeah?"
Forgoing pleasantries and getting
right to the point, she said, "My kitty stopped purring. I think it needs
to be resuscitated."
Sweet Mother of God! Mitch slapped
his hand to his forehead and drew a steadying breath, working overtime to tamp
down his roaring libido. He failed.
Lust ripped through him like a
raging forest fire, making him tremble with pent-up need. He growled low in
his throat, unable to tame the primal animal rising up inside him, crumbling
his resolve to keep his distance. Despite knowing better, he had every
intention of breathing life back into her kitty, over and over again, using
every means possible, if he had to.
If she
expected anything less, she’d called the wrong guy on the wrong night.
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