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**Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, Romance, Standalone, Novella**
Blurb
Love is blind… Especially when you’ve been abducted. Caught in the dredges of life, Elise had come to the grudging conclusion that mediocrity was all she’d ever have. Until a routine shopping trip turns into a deadly affair. Taken. Two men, one a brute and the other an enigma. A cabin in the woods. One dangerous agenda. Blindfolded and held captive, Elise’s mundane existence just got a whole lot more interesting. Thrust into the unknown, held prisoner by a man with rough hands and a gentle voice, she’s faced with her own demise while struggling against a growing desire for the unacceptable—her captor. Will Elise make out with her life—and heart—intact?
Love is blind… Especially when you’ve been abducted. Caught in the dredges of life, Elise had come to the grudging conclusion that mediocrity was all she’d ever have. Until a routine shopping trip turns into a deadly affair. Taken. Two men, one a brute and the other an enigma. A cabin in the woods. One dangerous agenda. Blindfolded and held captive, Elise’s mundane existence just got a whole lot more interesting. Thrust into the unknown, held prisoner by a man with rough hands and a gentle voice, she’s faced with her own demise while struggling against a growing desire for the unacceptable—her captor. Will Elise make out with her life—and heart—intact?
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Excerpt
What was that she’d said about not having
encountered a penis in ages? Well, Elise was getting an up close and personal
introduction with Manhandler’s member, and it was rock hard and ready to
please, judging by the way it was prodding persistently between her legs as if
demanding entry. And Elise was one sick pup, because, after managing to fall
asleep then waking up to the feel of it wedged between her thighs, coupled with
the hardness and warmth of her captor firmly wrapped around her, she had become
wetter than the Niagara Falls. This was what happened when you went without
proper male attention for too long. Clearly, her body was looking for love in
all the wrong places. Holy crap! She needed to get her head screwed on
straight. Nothing about her sudden and growing desire was okay. Not a damn
thing. She wasn’t sure how long she laid there, feeling the gentle throb of his
cock against her buttocks, his soft breath tickling her ear, sweating from the
immense heat of his body against hers—he was like an inferno!—and keeping track
of the thump of his heart pounding against her back. Thanks to her lack of
sight, Elise only knew sensations, and they were more than enough to send her
thoughts spiraling down a rabbit hole she had no business exploring. So when
the door slammed open and Driver burst in, Elise was both terrified and
relieved. “Rise and shine!” Driver shouted at the same time Manhandler yanked
Elise beneath him, covering her body with his, and roared, “What the fuck! I
could have shot you, you motherfucker!” “You’re not that trigger happy,” Driver
said confidently. Elise heard the distinct metallic click of what she assumed
to be the hammer being reset—on a gun!—beside her ear. “You’re damn lucky for
that,” Manhandler snarled. “You dumb fuck.” “Got your heart pumping. You’ve
been needing to get more cardio in anyway. Get rid of those love handles.”
Manhandler growled his irritation. “Get out before I put a bullet in your ass.”
“Need a few minutes alone with the missus?” It was then Elise became highly
aware of exactly where Manhandler was positioned. Or more specifically, how.
And judging by how Manhandler stiffened, his whole body going rock steady, she knew
he’d realized it too. “It’s not what it looks like.” “Hey, I’m not saying
anything. You wanna shit where you eat? Fine by me. Just don’t let it go
to your head. Well, the one that counts anyway. We might have to shoot her
later.” With that little gem of advice, Driver closed the door, whistling a
cheery little tune as he went. Elise, though highly disturbed, was also keenly
aware of the man on top of her. His body was everywhere, so much wider and
heavier than her own…and it felt amazing. Even more amazing was the
hard ridge of his cock pressed right up tight against her cleft, which wouldn’t
have been an issue at all had she not inadvertently opened her legs when he’d
rolled on top of her, creating the perfect cradle for his hips to rest in. And
without her sight, all she could do was lie there and focus on what was going
on below the waist. “Well, this is an interesting turn of events,” Manhandler
said with a casual flair that Elise found admirable, considering she was
beginning to experience heart palpitations. “Why are you on top of me?” she
demanded to know, her tone fraught with irritation. “Don’t get so
defensive, buttercup. I’m not the one who spread his legs like butter.” She
gasped, affronted. “You’re the one who climbed on top of me!” “To protect you!”
“From your egotistical asshat friend!” “I was half asleep. I didn’t know who
the hell it was,” he hissed back. Then, with a grunt, he shoved away from her.
The bedsprings squawked loudly as he sprang to his feet. “You act as if I
stripped you down to your panties and tried to get inside you.” God, just those
words were enough to make Elise shiver. And not in a bad way. Not at all.
Apparently, her silence was enough to give him pause. “Wait…is that what you’re
pissed about?” “What?” she asked through clenched teeth. She already knew where
this was going, because she was thinking it too. “That’s it, isn’t it?” There
was a smugness to his tone that she didn’t appreciate one bit. He came closer
again, and she could feel him looming over her. “You liked me on top of you.”
“No, I didn’t.” Rolling away from the sound of his voice, Elise’s feet found
the floor and she popped up, wanting desperately to run away but not knowing
where to go without removing the blindfold, which could very well be a death
sentence. Manhandler came up behind her, his smug attitude full-watt. “Yeah,
you did. You wanted the D. Just admit it.” She felt his heat a second before
she felt his lips beside her ear. In a low, gruff voice laced with desire, he
said, “If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask, buttercup.”
About JC Valentine
J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry. Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors. Sign up for J.C.’s newsletter and never miss a thing!
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