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Blurb
Ray
wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as if something terrible
has happened and he doesn't want to let me go.
Full
Contact. This is how Ray speaks when his emotions overwhelm him. I
melt into his stillness. His body is hot and hard, his breath warm on
my neck. He smells of leather and sweat, sex and sin. Nothing can
tear me away.
When
you can't resist the one person who could destroy you...
Sia
O'Donnell can't help but push the limits. She secretly attends every
underground MMA fight featuring The Predator, the undisputed
champion. When he stalks his prey in the ring, Sia is mesmerized. He
is dominant and dangerous and every instinct tells her to run.
Every
beautiful thing Ray "The Predator" touches he knows he'll
eventually destroy. Soft, sweet and innocent, Sia is the light to
Ray's darkness-and completely irresistible. From the moment he lays
eyes on her, he knows he's going to have to put his dark past behind
him to win her body and soul.
Excerpt
And
he does. His hands over my hands, we slide my shirt and bra up and
over my head, his fingers tangling with mine, caressing my body as I
am bared for his pleasure. When we get to my shoulders, I raise my
arms and Ray takes over. Slow and sensual, his fingers glide over my
skin, filling me with the sensation of his touch. When he reaches my
hands, he yanks the clothing over my head and tosses it to the floor
with a victory growl.
“Back
in position.” He smooths his hands down my arms and places my palms
against the cool metal surface of the shop wall. And then he is
everywhere, his hands roaming over my body, setting fire to my skin.
When he has thoroughly touched and kissed every inch of my exposed
skin, he tugs out my ponytail holder. My hair fans out across my back
in a silken wave.
“Fuck.
I love your hair.” He strokes his fingers through the strands.
“Don’t put it up when you’re with me.”
“Guess
that means I won’t be with you when I’m exercising or doing ink.”
With a grin, I look back over my shoulder, but my smile fades at the
intensity of his stare.
“You
know what I do to girls who give me attitude?” He kicks my legs
apart, then smooths his hand over my ass.
Desire,
dark and delicious, curls through my body. “What do you do?”
His
hand tightens, fingers digging into my flesh. “I spank them.”
I
make a soft sound, deep in my throat. Morbid fascination, dan- gerous
desire—everything I’ve imagined but never thought could be real,
he offers with a brush of his fingertips. “I’ve never been
spanked,” I whisper. “But I think I might like it.”
His
deep, satisfied rumble pulses between my legs. “You’re gonna kill
me, sayin’ things like that.” He circles my waist with his hands,
his fingers lingering on the waistband of my jeans, skimming along
the inside, his touch an erotic tickle that makes me writhe against
him.
“Don’t
move.”
“Then
don’t do things that make me want to push you to the ground and
tear off your clothes.”
He
chuckles, amused. “We’ll get to that later. Right now, you’re
taking off your jeans and I’m gonna help you, like last time.”
With
a vicious tug, he reaches around and opens the zipper, then positions
my hands on my hips and covers them with his palms, guiding me as I
push down my jeans. Although he is working around my trigger, he is
still totally in control, and I tremble, overwhelmed with the
knowledge that for the first time, I can have what I want without the
past getting in the way.
He
crouches beside me, offering his shoulder as I toe off my shoes and
kick my jeans away. Then he licks his lips and barks, “Back to the
wall.”
My
mouth waters at his tone—low, commanding, authoritative. Intensely
erotic. He is so unlike any man I have ever been with. I turn without
thinking, curiosity overriding reticence and my fear of losing
control.
Crouched
in front of me, Ray glides his hands up my legs, his fingers drawing
lazy circles over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, turning my
thoughts to the throbbing between my legs. Unable to resist, I run my
hands through the soft fuzz on his head.
He
looks up, his eyes hooded with desire, then stands, dwarfing me with
his massive body. With one hand pressed against the wall beside me,
he glides a finger along the edge of my silky red panties, his lips
curling into a satisfied smile when I whimper.
“You
like red panties?”
“I
like what’s hidden by red panties.” His naughty finger glides
over my mound, brushing over the thin slip of fabric covering my
aching clit. My breath catches in my throat, and I arch my back and
moan.
“You
want more?” His voice rumbles in my ear as he slides his hand down
to cup my sex.
“Yes.”
He
wraps one arm around my waist, pulling my body against him. Then he
kicks my legs apart.
“Open
for me.”
Excerpt
And
he does. His hands over my hands, we slide my shirt and bra up and
over my head, his fingers tangling with mine, caressing my body as I
am bared for his pleasure. When we get to my shoulders, I raise my
arms and Ray takes over. Slow and sensual, his fingers glide over my
skin, filling me with the sensation of his touch. When he reaches my
hands, he yanks the clothing over my head and tosses it to the floor
with a victory growl.
“Back
in position.” He smooths his hands down my arms and places my palms
against the cool metal surface of the shop wall. And then he is
everywhere, his hands roaming over my body, setting fire to my skin.
When he has thoroughly touched and kissed every inch of my exposed
skin, he tugs out my ponytail holder. My hair fans out across my back
in a silken wave.
“Fuck.
I love your hair.” He strokes his fingers through the strands.
“Don’t put it up when you’re with me.”
“Guess
that means I won’t be with you when I’m exercising or doing ink.”
With a grin, I look back over my shoulder, but my smile fades at the
intensity of his stare.
“You
know what I do to girls who give me attitude?” He kicks my legs
apart, then smooths his hand over my ass.
Desire,
dark and delicious, curls through my body. “What do you do?”
His
hand tightens, fingers digging into my flesh. “I spank them.”
I
make a soft sound, deep in my throat. Morbid fascination, dan- gerous
desire—everything I’ve imagined but never thought could be real,
he offers with a brush of his fingertips. “I’ve never been
spanked,” I whisper. “But I think I might like it.”
His
deep, satisfied rumble pulses between my legs. “You’re gonna kill
me, sayin’ things like that.” He circles my waist with his hands,
his fingers lingering on the waistband of my jeans, skimming along
the inside, his touch an erotic tickle that makes me writhe against
him.
“Don’t
move.”
“Then
don’t do things that make me want to push you to the ground and
tear off your clothes.”
He
chuckles, amused. “We’ll get to that later. Right now, you’re
taking off your jeans and I’m gonna help you, like last time.”
With
a vicious tug, he reaches around and opens the zipper, then positions
my hands on my hips and covers them with his palms, guiding me as I
push down my jeans. Although he is working around my trigger, he is
still totally in control, and I tremble, overwhelmed with the
knowledge that for the first time, I can have what I want without the
past getting in the way.
He
crouches beside me, offering his shoulder as I toe off my shoes and
kick my jeans away. Then he licks his lips and barks, “Back to the
wall.”
My
mouth waters at his tone—low, commanding, authoritative. Intensely
erotic. He is so unlike any man I have ever been with. I turn without
thinking, curiosity overriding reticence and my fear of losing
control.
Crouched
in front of me, Ray glides his hands up my legs, his fingers drawing
lazy circles over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, turning my
thoughts to the throbbing between my legs. Unable to resist, I run my
hands through the soft fuzz on his head.
He
looks up, his eyes hooded with desire, then stands, dwarfing me with
his massive body. With one hand pressed against the wall beside me,
he glides a finger along the edge of my silky red panties, his lips
curling into a satisfied smile when I whimper.
“You
like red panties?”
“I
like what’s hidden by red panties.” His naughty finger glides
over my mound, brushing over the thin slip of fabric covering my
aching clit. My breath catches in my throat, and I arch my back and
moan.
“You
want more?” His voice rumbles in my ear as he slides his hand down
to cup my sex.
“Yes.”
He
wraps one arm around my waist, pulling my body against him. Then he
kicks my legs apart.
“Open
for me.”
Redemption
Series Reading Order
Against
the Ropes (Book One)
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In
Your Corner (Book Two)
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About
the Author:
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and
travelled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a
handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She
writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring
blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them. Her books
include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance series, and
the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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