He wanted to hate her, but how could he? He felt protective of the naïve young woman.
When Janie is sent to live among the Sioux, she is met by a proud native, as well as his sarcastic remarks and smirky grin. She wants to hate him, but she needs him to survive on the reservation, where life is filled with hardship. Beneath the hard exterior and demeaning words of the proud man lies a warrior with a heart of gold, but he will never allow the privileged young white woman to know the truth about him, or let down his guard in her presence, no matter how much she needs or wants him. He has other intentions.
“You want me to leave, don’t you? You have done nothing but give me a hard time since I got here, with your paleface comments, your smirky grins, your blame, and your backward thinking that I can’t do anything. You are a male chauvinist pig!” Janie could see him clench and unclench his fists and she knew she had gotten to him.
He turned around, pulled her to him, and locked his legs around hers. He placed his strong hands on her face and bent her head back. “You have no idea what I am thinking.”
She stared at him, her face smooshed between his warm brown hands. He towered over her and she felt as if she were shrinking by the second. The blue eyes that stared up at him were kind with their sparkle and their naïve brilliance, and he wished he could build a protective shield around her and keep her for his own.
“What… what is it now, Janie?”
“My face is squished.”
He wrapped her long brown hair around one hand and gently kissed her parted lips. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it had, and he didn’t want to stop. He kissed her with passion, and in a way that was new to young Janie. He couldn’t get enough of the woman whose skin was as white as snow. When he felt the slender arms on his back, he held her closer. When he finally found the strength to pry his lips from hers, he held her to his chest and kissed her neck.
Janie turned her head to breathe, and thought about how she had watched him sleeping earlier that day when she stopped at the door to his room. He had worn absolutely nothing, with no blanket covering any part of him. He was perfect… all of him. His chest was broad, his stomach like a washboard, his legs as thick as tree trunks, and what lay between them was meant to be hers and no one else’s. She had tiptoed quietly by, wishing she were not a virgin.
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Longing (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 2)
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Enzio’s longing for Lana is an endless, aching need. She is his drug. But Lana wants Enzio as her loving Master, and Dom 241 as the masked brute of a man who takes her roughly and shows her no mercy as he exhausts her sexually. She craves the beast with the bullwhip, and willingly accepts complimentary tickets to The Looking Glass.
As the night’s captive at a party at The Looking Glass, Lana is blindfolded by Dom 241 and escorted to the center of a bed, where he ties her arms and legs to the four posts with a nylon rope. “I think you deserve a reward,” he says as he unbuttons his pants and moves between her legs. The muscular Dom with the sculpted body looms over her, ready to reward her as only he can.
While Lana struggles between two Doms, Enzio confronts old demons, and enemies begin to surface. A dangerous, obsessed client stalks him, and a competitor’s club threatens his multi-million dollar business.
Lana stared at his tight abs and chest before moving up to his masked face. She gazed into his strong eyes and he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a collar. “As of this moment, I am your Master,” he spoke sternly into her ear, “You will obey all of my orders and refer to me as Dom. Do you understand?”
There was a slight hesitation before she nodded. He pulled the leash and Lana stumbled toward him. “Welcome to the Gala experience,” he growled. “Why are you here, Darling?” he asked.
Lana didn’t know what to say as she watched him walk to the door in the private room and click the lock. He turned to look at her and she felt a chill through her veins. “I won’t ask you again,” he growled. She tried to say something, but nothing came out. She felt his hands on her waist and he ran his fingers over her butt. Lana was shaking, and he pulled her hair. “I asked you a question, Darling,” his voice boomed.
“I…I was curious,” she stuttered.
“I was curious about you, Master.”
“I am not you Master!” he yelled. “You are already claimed. Call me Dom.”
She hesitated briefly. “Yes, Dom.”
“Does your Master satisfy you?”
“Is your Master a good Master?”
“Oh yes, Dom, he’s wonderful.” Her words caused him to smile.
“Then I will ask you one last time, Darling, why are you here?”
She didn’t answer.
“What is it that you want from me that your Master cannot give to you, Lana?”
Still she didn’t answer.
“You have no safe word today,” he softly said, placing a blindfold over her eyes.
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Linger (The Masked Emotions Series: Book 1)
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When Lana Matthews unexpectedly wins an evening with the top Dom at an exclusive S&M club called The Looking Glass, the elusive Dom is a beast in bed and he unleashes a primal urge deep inside her, a dark side of her that she never knew existed, and leaves her craving more of him. The unconventional props such as a wooden throne, a giant steel spider web, and a giant birdcage intrigue Lana, and she is mesmerized by the man in the mask who is eager to awaken her carnal desires.
Enzio Salazar has been Lana’s best friend since they were young, and although he confessed his love for her numerous times, she reaffirmed each time that she wanted to remain friends.
Enzio and Lana now attend the same university, but Enzio seems different, and Lana cannot figure out what has changed. When she notices a partially opened package in front of Enzio’s dorm room, curiosity gets the best of her and she takes it to her room, discovering a leather garment inside. She puts it on, noticing two metal latches. When she connects them, they become immediately locked in place, making the outfit impossible to remove. Wondering why Enzio would order such a thing, she is stunned to learn that he dabbles in S&M, and she realizes how little she actually knows about him, like where he works, or who he may be, other than her beloved Enzio.
The man known only as Dom 241 was bold, confident, unapologetic, passionate, and a beast in bed. He became the kind of lover his clients wanted. He could be selfish, distant, compassionate, and even a brute.
The Looking Glass was the best kept secret in town, an upscale house of bondage where Dom 241 was king. He knew each of his clients like the back of his hand, and there was no line he would not cross. He was always in control, and his clients yearned for his demanding touch.
Lana was no exception. She wore thigh-high black stockings, a pair of black leather underwear with a zipper over the crotch, and a tight halter top that was suffocating her breasts. She could feel him placing a collar around her neck.
“That’s a good girl,” she heard his strong voice beside her ear. “How do you like your new outfit? Tell me how it feels.”
She gasped. “It’s tight… so tight…” She felt his hand gently rub the top of her head.
“Turn around and face me,” he spoke as he gently pulled on the leash.
She was hesitant and nervous. The black leather strap was tied tightly across her eyes as she tried to maneuver her long amber hair away from her ear. She felt another pull coming from the collar around her neck, but this time there was much more force.
“I said turn around!” his voice was sterner and yet somewhat familiar.
“Yes…” she softly spoke.
“Yes, what?” he growled, pulling on the leash again.
“Yes, Master,” she gasped.
“Good, very good,” he praised.
She felt exposed, and she could feel his eyes piercing through her, examining her body. She instinctively tried to cover herself.
“Drop your arms!” he scowled, and she could hear his footsteps as he casually walked around her. “My, my, my,” he said. She could feel his hand lightly touching her hair. “That teddy outfit suits you nicely, my dear.” She felt his mask lightly touching her left ear. “Money well spent.”
She felt his lips lightly touch hers and she tried hard to kiss him, but he pushed back.
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Untouched and untainted, her carnal passion has yet to be awakened, though her desire to be taken by a man grows stronger. But there are rules. Some are hers, but most are his, and it is his rules that must be obeyed. He is the master of virgin territory.
The three girls looked on as the camera zoomed in on Rick and Suzanna. Winnie had never watched anyone have sex, but she was watching it now. She stared wide-eyed at the highly erotic scene. Rick made growling sounds as if he were a jungle animal, swaying his back and looking into the camera just above Suzanna’s head. Then he spoke, “I will be back in a week, Suzanna. You knew you couldn’t have me forever.”
“Cut,” Brad finally called, forcing Winnie back to the present.
“Good expressions, Winnie, right up until the end.”
She just stared at Brad. I wasn’t acting, that was real, she wanted to scream.
“Come on, Winnie. Brad has drinks and food for us inside. We’re not in the next scene, anyway.”
Winnie put on the outfit that was brought to her by one of Brad’s assistants and followed Fawn and Zoey into the house. When they walked inside the house, there was an entire catering outfit ready to serve them.
“Am I supposed to go to the Ridge with you and the others?”
“That’s up to you, Winnie.” Winnie brought a fresh innocence to his adult films and he knew that people would pay big bucks to see that innocence on screen. “If you want to be in my films, I would love to have you. You’re a prize, Winnie.”
“I guess I should tell you that…” Winnie looked down at her feet and played with her hair.
Brad smiled. “Are you a virgin, Winnie?”
She glanced at Mr. Collins, who continued to smile at her. “Yes.”
Brad stood and put his hands on Winnie’s arms. “Trust me, Winnie. Nothing will change that under my cameras. You will be my face and body of innocence. So what’ll it be, Winnie?”
He knew that white diamond was code for the kind of woman forbidden to a man like him, but that only fueled the fire burning deep within him. She was the one he wanted, and only he could give her what she needed. Determined to have her, he vows to lock her away from the world if that’s what it takes to keep her.
Vicki felt uneasy with a man in her house and she wanted to ask him to leave, but she also wanted to know why he had come to her house at such an odd time of the night. “Why did you come into my house?”
“Curiosity, I suppose. I watched you move in and I know you live here alone.” His eyes seemed to become darker as he flashed his white teeth in a wide smile.
“What do you want from me?”
“Ah, the pretty white princess is just like all the rest, is she?”
“No, and I’m not a princess. I’m divorced and I have a low paying job.” Vicki bit her lip. She should never have admitted that she was divorced. Now he knew that she was truly alone.
“You don’t say? I see that you’ve discovered the dark secret of the neighborhood.” Vicki gave him a quizzical look. Wilson held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll show you.
Wilson’s house was filled with beautiful artwork and ancient relics. “Passed down through the generations,” he answered to her unasked question.
“You have nice things.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. Is this what you wanted to show me?”
“No.” He led her to the very back of the house and opened a door that Vicki assumed led to the basement. Instead, it opened to a room with thick cement walls.
Vicki spun around. “This is just…”
“Like the one in your house?”
Vicki nodded her head in disbelief.
Wilson gently touched her chin and startled her. “Hey, I didn’t mean to bring you down. It is what it is.”
Vicki looked up into big dark eyes as she fought back tears. She blinked several times and then she felt the strong arms wrap around her. Her eyes met the man’s waist and she slowly wrapped her slender arms around him. His skin was smooth and warm and Vicki didn’t want to let go. Her husband had never held her like this. “How do you do it?” Her words were mumbled, but Wilson had heard them.
Wilson took a deep breath. “What choice do I have?”
Vicki shook her head against Wilson’s chest. He stroked her long blonde hair, running the silky strands through his fingers. Vicki slowly looked up again, and Wilson lowered his lips to hers. It was the first time a man had wanted her in a long time and it felt good, too good, and Vicki opened her mouth to receive him. She kissed him as she would a lover, pressing her body to him and standing on tiptoe to give him more. She could feel him grow hard against her and she wanted to feel him deep inside of her.
Wilson pulled back and looked into her eyes, questioning her. “What do you want from me, Vicki?”
“I want you,” she whispered.
Leah ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face, and Dr. Holcomb watched as the blonde strands fell lazily at her shoulders. She was beautiful, but a woman like her would never see a man like him as a romantic partner. With her bubbly personality, she had obviously been a cheerleader, probably married a jock right out of college. She looked at him, her blue eyes bright.
“What kind of romance are you looking for?”
Inside, he was screaming that he wanted a romance with her, a bodice-ripping, can’t get enough of you romance, but he shrugged his shoulders. “I read one of your books. It was pretty hot.”
Leah’s cheeks felt hot and her face turned crimson. “You read one of mine? I’m embarrassed.”
He put his hand on hers. “Don’t be. That’s what I want, the kind of romance you wrote about.”
Leah knew the doctor’s history, though he didn’t know that she knew. His first marriage had ended in divorce due to an affair he had ten years ago. The woman had lied about being pregnant and threatened to tell his wife if he didn’t divorce her. Once they were married, she faked a miscarriage, but medical records don’t lie. A few years later he discovered the truth when there had been a discrepancy on her pharmacy records. She had been on birth control the entire time. Leah learned that the doctor’s ex-wife had taken their two children halfway around the world to her home country of India and denied him access to them. His calls were blocked, mail was returned, and he now regretted what he had done, but Leah had little tolerance for men who cheated. They were a dime a dozen. Like the saying goes, “If they’ll do it with you, they’ll do it to you.” Leah realized she had been spacing out when Dr. Holcomb snapped his fingers.
“Where did you go?”
“Oh, sorry. Let me see how to segue into a hot scene.”
The doctor watched as Leah’s fingers began to type. Her petite features made him want to take her into his arms and keep her safe from the outside world. Her skin was as white as snow and made her appear delicate and helpless.
“What do you think of that? Too much…too little?”
“It’s perfect,” he added. Leah was perfect. She wasn’t older than he, like his first wife, nor was she much younger, like his current wife. She was the same age as he. He knew that from her chart.
After an hour had gone by and many scenes of an erotic nature written, Dr. Holcomb turned to Leah and stated, “I married the first woman who went out with me. We’re divorced now.”
Pointing to the doctor’s wedding band, Leah said, “And you’re married again.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” he admitted, looking away. “But I’ll be divorced again soon.”
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When Olivia returns to Horseshoe Hills to sell her childhood home, she discovers someone or something living in her house. Family photographs are gone and in their stead are photos of a man dressed in black trousers and a laced up white shirt. He appears young, with a pompous smile on his face. Olivia is unaware that she is being watched, and in the eyes of the watcher she is the epitome of the evils of secular society, wearing too much makeup and clothes so form fitting they leave little to the imagination.
“Hello,” she called many times as she went from room to room. It was too quiet, so she ran up the stairs to her old bedroom. The door was shut and she heard muffled voices coming from inside the room. She listened with her ear to the door to the unmistakable sounds of sex. She stood with her arms crossed, fuming as each minute passed. When the door opened, she grabbed the man by the arm. “Hey loverboy, that’s disgusting. Who are you anyway?”
The man was unaccustomed to women questioning him. He gave the orders in his world. He placed his hands firmly on Olivia’s arms. “I am Adal.”
“Get out of my house, Adal!”
Adal raised his hand as if to slap her across the face, but she stopped him in mid swing. “I would think twice about that if I were you.”
“Woman, let go of me!” Adal forced Olivia’s hand from his arm and walked off, but Olivia was right behind him.
“You’re not fooling anyone. I know your kind. I grew up here, and every cult leader in the country tried to put down roots in this part of the country. I suppose you think that since no one was living here, the house belongs to you. Well, it doesn’t.”
Adal spun around. “This is not a cult.” He walked away and looked out into the back yard. A smile formed on his lips as he watched the women toil in the dirt. One by one they would be chosen to share his bed. They knew what was expected of them. His fleshly desires were theirs to satisfy and for this honor they would be rewarded in the hereafter. He glanced back at Olivia. She was the epitome of the evils of secular society. She wore too much makeup and with the clothes she wore, anyone could easily visualize her naked form. Adal realized he was staring and quickly averted his gaze to the floor.
Adal stood in the doorway of Olivia’s bedroom and listened to the sound of her tears. Curled into a fetal position, she looked younger than her years, and he felt sorry for her. He stepped inside the room and sat down on the bed. He wiped the tears that streamed down her face and waited for her to open her eyes. “I am so very sorry for the loss of your parents. Perhaps keeping the house would help fill the void in your young life. We can be your family, Olivia, if you will allow us. I will bring you some tea.”
“Okay,” Olivia mumbled.
Clara was folding laundry when Adal asked her for some hot tea. “Shall I add the special herbs?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Drink this, Olivia. You will feel better soon.” Olivia drank about half and then handed the cup to Adal, but he insisted that she drink it all. Then he watched as she slowly drifted off to sleep. When her eyelids began to flutter, he knew that the visions were coming to her. She began to thrash about and Adal lay down beside her and held her, whispering, “We are here for you, Olivia. The dreams will subside if you succumb to their will.”
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When Vicki notices a small tear in the wallpaper of her old house, she discovers a hole in the actual wall. Tearing down the thin plaster, she finds a room of thick cement. Searching the internet for information about the houses in her neighborhood, she learns that years ago the area had been part of the Underground Railroad for runaway slaves. With a plausible explanation for the room that seems awkward in its placement, she runs her hands along the cold cement and the faded scribbled names. One appears to be Wilson but the last name is unclear. A voice from behind her booms, “Wilson Jones.” A stunned Vicki turns to see a tall, dark man with full lips and bulging muscles.
“How did you get in?”
“Front door was open. You know, you really should be more careful. You never know when someone like me might take advantage of someone like you.”
Vicki took a step back. “What do you mean…someone like you?”
Wilson motioned toward the empty room. “A runaway slave.”
“You’re not a runaway slave. That was years ago.”
“Ah, yes, well, perhaps I should have said, “The great-grandson of a runaway slave.”
“Do you live around here?” Vicki whispered.
“Next door, in the abandoned house.”
“You mean you don’t own it?”
“You obviously didn’t do your homework when shopping for houses. Didn’t you wonder why the price of this monstrosity was so low?”
“Well, sure, but I just thought it was a good deal.”
“Oh, it is…it is a very good deal. The neighborhood is full of squatters such as myself.”
Vicki felt uneasy with this man in her house and she wanted to ask him to leave, but she also wanted to know why he had come to her house at such an odd time of the night. “Why did you come into my house?”
“Curiosity, I suppose. I watched you move in and I know you live here alone.” His eyes seemed to become darker as he flashed his white teeth in a wide smile.
“What do you want from me?”
“Ah, the pretty white princess is just like all of the rest, is she?”
Vicki was lifted easily into Wilson’s arms and he laid the petite woman down upon his bed. She felt safe and protected with this man whose skin was as dark as night. Vicki’s slender arms around him made Wilson feel like a man again, a feeling he thought he had been robbed of forever.
As they lay together, Vicki thought that Wilson was the perfect man. It was not until the light shone through the window the following morning that she realized what she had done. She had slept in the arms of a black man. That was taboo in her world, something so forbidden that women who were seen with men such as Wilson were often shunned in public places. Vicki smiled sweetly and told him that she needed to go home.
“See you around, Vicki.” Wilson turned on the shower and closed the bathroom door. With the water streaming down his face, he could almost ignore the tears that were mixed with it.
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An epic novel of wealth and fame, politics and adulterous romances, murder and intrigue, along with family secrets that each generation swears to take to the grave.
An idealist, Jack Gilbert travels to California where life’s events make him a witness to and participant in the intrigues and brutality of war. Involved in espionage, he becomes an adulterer, a secret he vows to take to his grave. Following the war, his life of love, politics, and growing wealth compromises his idealism, and as each new generation of Gilberts emerges, there is little realization that the family’s wealth has come at great expense to others. But greed, like a moving train, is hard to stop.
Joshette unlocks the door and leads Jack inside. She shows him the files where the documents are kept and Jack quickly begins taking pictures. In a few minutes he is ready to leave, but Joshette hears noise outside of the office. “It’s the janitor. He will open the door, turn the light on, and begin to clean.”
She begins to undress and tells Jack to quickly remove his pants and jacket. She sits on the desk and parts her legs. In the ambient light, Jack sees a smile on Joshette’s face as she says, “Do you need some help, or can you perform under these conditions?”
Jack silently and quickly complies, as the door to the office slowly opens. When the janitor sees them, he immediately exits and closes the door.
Joshette asks, “Are you going to finish?”
Jack lowers her onto the desk and the passion is immediate. He puts his arm under her head and pulls her gently closer to him.
Afterward, they go to the Colonial Hotel for dinner and drinks, but are relatively silent. Jack breaks the silence, “What happened goes far beyond our duties…”
Joshette interrupts, “You don’t need to make an excuse for my behavior. We did what we had to do to get out of a situation. Afterward, I wanted sex.”
“These are strange times in North Africa.” He kisses her gently on the lips and walks to his car. Struggling with his adulterous conduct, he attempts to justify what is happening on the war.
Jack’s son David is born in 1950, on the day the Korean War begins, the first military action of the cold war, and as the war drags on, Jack becomes wealthier and wealthier. When it ends, some five million soldiers and civilians are dead, and Jack feels a degree of responsibility for the deaths. It is, after all, some of his businesses that manufacture weapons for war.
Years later, Jack’s son David departs for the second military action of the cold war – Viet Nam.
The bush is thick, and David and the others slow down for fear of being ambushed. David’s buddy Freddy continues on and is quickly lost from view. After a few minutes David moves ahead alone to search for him. He moves silently, and sees movement in the bushes. He sees Freddy on his knees over a dead Viet Cong. He appears to be cutting his head off. David looks around, sees no one, then speaks just loud enough for Freddy to hear. Freddy stops what he is doing and motions for David to come over. Looking at the dead Viet Cong with half of his head cut off, David says, “What in the hell are you doing?”
Freddy has a surprised look on his face as he replies, “I’m killing the enemy and making an example of him to any other Viet Cong who comes into this village. When I remove his head, I’m going to put it on a pole as an example of what will happen to the next Viet Cong.”
David is stupefied at Freddy’s words. “What you are doing is a death sentence for the people of this village. When Charley sees that head on a pole he will think the villagers did it, and they will kill everyone in the village to set an example to everyone who opposes them.”
Freddy doesn’t respond.
David wonders if Freddy is a psychopathic killer or if he really believes the only solution to winning is to kill every one of the enemy. “You are always the first to go after Charley, but they never seem to survive once you get to them.”
Freddy smiles back. “Why would you want to capture scum like that? I don’t take prisoners, unless I’m told to.”
“But you seem to enjoy killing them.”
“I do enjoy killing them, and I hope this war never ends.”
Several days after they return from leave in Saigon, they are on a patrol and as usual, Freddy is in the front of the shooting. He is unseen, and right behind him is David. David sees the Viet Cong firing at Freddy and Freddy firing back. Freddy is shot and bleeding out from a wound that severed the main artery in his leg. David takes a towel and puts it over Freddy’s leg to apply pressure, but he is hesitant about applying enough pressure to stop the flow of blood. This is his chance to prevent Freddy from committing another atrocity.
Freddy can feel that no pressure is being applied. He looks up at David, smiles and says, “Welcome to the club.”
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Kyle Robertson is a CIA operative, and crushing the enemy is what he does best. A jilted ex-lover, he lost his ladylove, Stephanie, to a Major in the Armed Services, but he knows that if he waits long enough, payback time will arrive. When war breaks out and Major Brian Fairchild receives orders to ship out, Kyle is given a dangerous and deadly order that, if executed flawlessly, will make him a hero in the eyes of the President. Blackmailing someone into carrying out the plan without divulging the secrets of the mission is his top priority, and Stephanie is the ideal choice. The young woman’s journey to exotic places leads to intrigue and terror when she discovers that she has been set up, and she finds herself engaged in a fierce and deceptive battle in which the prize is life.
“Hamid is anti-Western, and he lives behind a shield of armed guards, so getting close enough to make the hit presents a challenge. He is deeply entrenched in tradition, but he has one weakness.”
“And that is?” Barry questioned.
“He has a fascination with beautiful women.”
“I’m turning this job over to you, Kyle, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s impossible.”
“Not impossible,” Kyle replied with cool confidence. “Just a challenge.” Crushing his enemy was what Kyle did best. He leaned back in his chair with his arms folded behind his head to scheme the operation. He unlocked the drawer to his desk and pulled out a framed picture of Stephanie. He looked into her beautiful face and smiled triumphantly. You made a big mistake when you married Brian. Finally, the time was ripe and in his control.
“What’s going on here?”
“You’ve been set up, ladylove.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We need your help to carry out a dangerous operation. As I’m sure you already know, Saudi Arabia has closed its air base to our military. We need the base in order to put an end to this war, and we have every reason to believe that the Crown Prince would agree to let us occupy the base if given the ruling power. But first we need to take the king for a ride. That’s where you come in.”
“I really don’t have the time.” She headed for the door.
“Let me ask you something,” he called after her. “Did Brian make it to Turkey as scheduled?”
Stephanie’s steps came to a chilling halt. Everything suddenly made sense. Kyle was the one responsible for Brian receiving orders to Turkey. She swung around to face him.
“You’re much too beautiful to be standing there with your mouth hanging open,” he taunted her. “That’s one of the reasons you’re so perfect for this job – you’re a tantalizing beauty, and you’re an expert marksman, or should I say markswoman? You’re a crack shot.”
Stephanie’s skin sizzled with fierce anger. “So you’re the one responsible for taking Brian from me.”
“My sweet little Stephanie,” he said as he tossed back his head and laughed. “Sometimes you can be so naive. It was so easy to arrange for Brian’s timely departure. Think how easy it would be to arrange for his timely death.”
Stephanie’s insides screamed with alarm.
With jet-black hair, penetrating dark eyes, and a full rugged mouth, the king looked as commanding as his royal robes. She wondered if he could see the fear in her eyes.
“You are very beautiful,” he said. Stephanie didn’t like the hungry look in his eyes. “Come to me,” he ordered.
Stephanie stared at him, not knowing what to do. He was making a pass at her, and unless she wanted to jump out of a moving train and die of thirst in the desert, there was nowhere to run. She cautiously rose to her feet. He reached for her hand and pulled her down to his lap.
“Twice I have tried to kiss you,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair. “And twice you have slipped away from me. I will not let you get away this time.”
“You’re flirting with me,” she said, pretending to be shocked to fend him off.
“No, I am all finished flirting.” He folded her body back into his arms and kissed her.
Stephanie wriggled out of his arms and jumped to her feet. Abdullah rose to his feet, reached for her arm, and turned her around to face him. “Why did you pull away from me? Surely you know by now how much I want you.”
Stephanie had to think of something fast.
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