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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