Meet Ray & Sia in Full Contact!
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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
“Clothes off and prepare to be
searched.” His voice is warm, lush, and filled with sensual promise. But I am
oh so aware that, dominant as he is, he’s mindful of my issue with being
undressed. A warm, fluttery feeling spreads from my belly, beating back the
memories.
“Help me.”
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)
In Your
Corner (Book Two)
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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