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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 3, 2013

He lowered his voice just a little. "I want an explanation. You want to do it again. Longer. Slower. Hotter. This time we'll both get what we want."


Heat rose in the golden brown depths, transforming them into aged whiskey. When her soft pink lips parted, he couldn't help himself. He bent and kissed her, lightly at first, using heat and the merest pressure to tempt her to open to him, then touched the tip of his tongue to hers. She shuddered from head to toe when he did, and he edged her panties down a little farther to the tops of her thighs.


Then her mouth covered his, her hands holding his face where she wanted it, and the heat and need in the kiss immobilized him. It was complex, an intricate blend of tongue and lips brushing, nibbles and sucks to his lips, calling him out of the past, and when it ended he was in a state of sexual arousal unlike any he'd ever known. Maybe, MAYBE he'd taken this kind of time with a woman. Never had a woman taken this kind of time with him.




He kissed her, and only kissed her, giving her the kiss she should have had the first night they were together. He infused it with hope and optimism, an offer of his soul and his future, everything he had and was and did was hers and hers alone. Because he could.








Everyone was worried Rachel would get her heart broken if she didn’t get a ring and a vow and a happily ever after right out of a movie. But Rachel needed something more, something he didn’t know if he could give her. She had no shields whatsoever to protect her from anything.
Including him. The only thing he could teach her was how to harden her heart.

Just say cock."
"I don’t use language like that.” He paused as if he were going to pull out, but then didn’t. Ensnared in need, she moaned and squirmed again. "Try ride me. Pound into me. Make me scream. Or go for the one that means all three. Try fuck me."


You should have..." she began, but that finger circled again and the words trailed off.
"Should have what, Rachel? Should have fucked you on the steps while they stumbled around? Should have made you be quiet while you took my cock deep inside?" She shook her head, as much response to the tumultuous cascade of sensation his words set off as negating his interpretation.
"Should have stopped?” The whisper was dark, taunting. "Not gonna stop, Rachel." Two fingers slid inside her when he spoke, and a breathless little cry escaped her lips. "I want it right now, right the fuck now, against this wall now."

People assumed virgin meant weak, naïve, insecure, even ashamed. Not Rachel. She was aware, thinking about what she did and why she did it, and strong enough to ask questions, plan, execute a course of action that left her alone in the world.
Rachel was wrong with him. Rachel and her dark hair and golden eyes and her ability to shine a light on the protective shield he held up between himself and the world. Just showing him it was there, let alone what it meant, or how thin it really was. Making him feel things he didn’t want to feel.
‘A rough chuckle tumbled into her ear.
“This won't be like watching a sunset. Be more specific,” he said. “What do you want mee to do to you?”
'She smelled like danger, like thunderstorms and lightning and abandonment, a scent he'd leraned to way of on the Bar H.'













“What the fuck were you thinking, auctioning your virginity to a total stranger?”4.5 stars
“Technically speaking, I wasn’t auctioning my virginity to you. I was buying your experience.”
She was falling in love with him, and he was so broken, so damaged, and trying so hard to hide it.
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She was so goddamn beautiful, the way things that could end you were. Guns. Knives. The tawny bird of prey she resembled.
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He wanted Rachel. Slow and passionate and deep as the ocean. But Rachel asked more of him than he could give. Fuck dilemmas. Fuck rocks and hard places. The razor-sharp edge of who she was hovered over his paper-thin excuse for a soul. He didn’t want that blade to fall. He couldn’t bear to push it away, either.
