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  He strokes my hair, kissing the top of my head. “Oh I missed you a whole lot more than that. You have no idea. And I can't wait to show you how much.”

  I giggle at that. “I missed you too. Do you know how much ice cream I ate?”

  “Was there a run on it at the store?”

  “I cleared out the factory. Empty shelves everywhere.”

  “I'm sorry. You look very well on it though.”

  “It was all I ate. A little extra exercise wouldn't harm though.”

  He laughs and kisses me. “No problem. I know just how to help you burn off any amount of ice cream. But the factories will have to start making something else because we're going to be so happy you're never going to need ice cream ever again.”

  EPILOGUE

  Ash

  I always hated things happening I couldn't control. You name it—work, life, relationships—I had it all figured out. Employ the right people, use contracts, avoid turmoil at all costs especially with women. But when it came to Victoria somehow parts of me didn't get that memo, in fact, none of me did. So here I am with a woman I can't control, my emotions all over the place and it's fucking great.

  Cameron says he knew it was love from the day I started ordering clothes for her. He's a better detective than me then because I was nothing but confused. And besides Cameron and his loves are easy come easy go, though the latest, Chris, has been around longer than most and Cameron is still smiling so maybe he's more of an expert than I give him credit for and not just in his work.

  It still messes with my head sometimes that I can't control everything in Victoria's life. I can't do anything about her mother, I can't make Victoria do everything I want and I can't keep her safe all the time. And I definitely can't keep me safe from falling for her, hard.

  But I was wrong about needing that level of control to be happy. Turns out it's handy at work but it's no fucking use whatsoever in life. I thought control was everything but it has nothing to do with love. I didn't want to get hurt again but now I know that risking everything feels so much better than keeping everything nailed down.

  But am I ready to take the ultimate risk with her?

  Victoria

  I'm going to be in the movie! The new scenes are much tighter. The nudity clauses have gone and it's all signed and sealed. Ash is my agent. He made a great deal on my behalf and of course it was a great deal for him and for the producer too. They know there's no one better to handle the publicity around me—I can't believe they are all talking about making me their latest star.

  I don't see as much of Ash during filming as I'd like but he's there whenever he can be and once it's over he takes me everywhere, all the places to be seen, all the stars to be seen with but he never leaves my side.

  He's learning not to tell me what to do but to ask and I like that. I like that except in bed where he's still very controlling, very dominant and I like that too. Who knew how much I'd like to be tied up and made to wait, how much more pleasure there would be in handing over control and just letting myself enjoy the moment? I even like the chains we tried a few times, the heavy feel of them across my body or around my waist but not around my neck, and not the little ones with their clips biting into me. Once was enough for them. And he doesn’t care about that. He put them in the trash. “That’s the end of them,” he says. He doesn’t care!

  Ash found work for Jessie on the movie with me and she's head over heels happy with a new guy, a cameraman from the set who treats her well. She's been seeing him for six months now.

  “I was so jealous of you,” she says. “I still am, lucky bitch,” but I know she's joking this time and she tells me I deserve all the success I've had. I give her a hug. We've talked about Jimmy. Dirk had dumped her and she was feeling so low after I left, she let Jimmy get through to her even though she knew deep down he was no good. It lasted a week. I'm happy we didn't fall out over him—he's not worth breaking up a friendship for.

  My mother came back from her honeymoon, delighted I got work on a film. No doubt she's dining out on the news. I wonder how long this husband will last. This marriage already shows signs of cooling. I paid her back every penny I owed her once my contract was signed.

  Ash and I never saw Yvonne again. She didn't go back to Ray. He thinks she went to Vegas with the final check and with no money feed his habit, he agreed to go into rehab. It's early days but he's taking an interest in his child now, a little boy, Robbie. There's a chance Ray might make a good dad in the end. Meanwhile we've met with Yvonne's grandmother and she's a lovely lady.

  Our lives are so busy that the première comes around in the blink of an eye though it's many months since the filming. All the cameras are on me. I wear the jade gown—the very first one Ash picked out for me. I was hoping he would recognize it and he does.

  “That's the first one you wore out to dinner with me?”

  “The very same.”

  “The one where everything you wear underneath shows? I don't see any underwear. Are you trying to make me jealous?”

  “Not jealous. Just hard.” I run my fingers over the solid length of him and I feel his cock jerk in response.

  “You succeeded. I'll enjoy taking that dress off later.” He laughs, pulling back a little to get away from my grasp. “But first I think you should put something on.”

  “Is it too much? Do you think people will know I'm not wearing anything underneath it? You don't like it?”

  “I love it,” he says. “But I want you to put this on.” He pulls a box out of his pocket and opens it. It's a beautiful diamond cut solitaire with smaller diamonds around it in a star shape.

  “Will you marry me?” he says. “Though now you're a big star you might not want me.”

  “I will always want you. I don't care what I am. Yes, I'll marry you. A thousand times, yes.” I fling my arms around his neck.

  “Do you like it?” he asks, touching the ring on my finger. “We can change it for something else if you like.”

  “I love it.” I look at him. “I wouldn't change a thing.”

  And that is exactly right. My life is perfect at this moment. I wouldn't change a single solitary thing.

  THE END

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  He felt between her legs again, and she groaned. She knew he would be able to tell how wet, how aroused, she was. She felt the sea breeze on her behind, the way it whipped up her hair, but she didn't care how messed up it got, how messy she got. Nothing mattered but him and how he was making her feel.

  “You're so wet,” he said, delight showing in his voice. “I love that you like that. I hoped you would. But I didn't know. I just had to find out. I couldn't let you go and not know.”

  He pulled her to him and kissed her hair, her neck. She felt good, yet vulnerable. He’d seen a side to her she didn’t know she had. Her panties were still around her thighs.

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  The Wrong Guy

  (A new adult military romance novel)

  His job is to protect her. Not fall for her…

  A man of honor...

  Former Navy
SEAL Rick Thornton runs his own security company. He’ll go the extra mile to protect a client. He’s engaged to be married to a woman he likes well enough, because it’s time to settle down.

  But when he starts guarding Francesca whose family has received a death threat, doing the right thing has never been so difficult.

  A woman in need...

  Francesca Martin is a gentle young woman who works for a children’s charity. Her controlling, twice-her-age lover is relentless in his demands, in bed and out, in ways that make her blush...but if he wants her so much, he must love her. Mustn’t he?

  Rick is completely different. Kind, protective, strong, sexy--but he’ll never be hers. No matter how he makes her feel.

  A growing threat...

  As Francesca and Rick battle their growing attraction, and her lover’s sexual demands grow ever darker and more humiliating, Francesca is in more danger than ever from all sides. Can Rick identify the culprit before Francesca pays with her life? And will he and Francesca realize that sometimes, the wrong person is really the right one?

  Here’s a short sample from “The Wrong Guy”

  “Did you have a pleasant lunch?” I ask Francesca. I can’t help it. For some reason, I want to embarrass her. I know exactly the kind of lunch she’s had. Her lipstick is smeared and her hair just a little messed up and her blouse that was tucked in so neatly is no longer tucked into her skirt… oh, and something else.

  “Your blouse isn’t buttoned up right. I’d straighten that out before we get back to the office if I were you.”

  I hear her breath hitch, and her face is beet red.

  “Sorry, I thought it was better if I told you than have the whole office wondering what you got up to at lunchtime.”

  “It’s none of your business what I get up to.”

  “No, it’s not. Not unless it compromises your safety. Do you feel safe with him?”

  “Yes, he cares about me.”

  I doubt Adam cares about anyone but himself, but I keep my thoughts to myself. She won’t want to hear them, not after spending the last half hour the way she did.

  “I presume you didn’t eat lunch. Do you want to stop and I’ll pick you up a sandwich? Anywhere but the coffee shop where the picture was taken will be fine. No one is following us.”

  “Please,” she says.

  “Does he often call you up like that?”

  “Like what?”

  “For a lunchtime get-together.”

  “Sometimes. It sounds like you don’t approve.”

  “None of my business as you put it. I just want to know how often I’ll be hanging around outside that apartment.” Like hell I do, but I’m not going to let her see I’m bothered.

  “Two or three times a week usually. Less if he’s busy.”

  “What if you’re busy?” I want to keep her busy, keep her away from him.

  “He doesn’t like it if I’m busy.”

  “I bet he doesn’t,” I think, but I don’t say it.

  The love story in this standalone novel unwinds against a backdrop of dark domination and steamy scenes sure to make your knees weak and set your heart pounding. You’ll find “The Wrong Guy” here on Amazon.com. You can buy it there or borrow it free with an Amazon Prime or Kindle Unlimited account.

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  Bad for You

  (A new adult billionaire romance novel)

  He’s her boss. He’s bad for her. But she can’t help wanting him.

  A troubled man...

  Wilson Caldwell would give anything to go back and change that terrible night. But he can't, so when things get too bad, he dulls the pain the only way he knows how. He doesn't think he'll ever settle down ... until he starts to see his assistant, Corinna, in a whole new light.

  A loyal woman...

  Corinna doesn't know what caused her billionaire boss's self-destructive tendencies, but part of her job is putting her foot down when his antics get out of hand. She admires the intelligence and kindness beneath his pain, and can't help dreaming of what might be. But she knows better than to think a man like Wilson could ever fall for a girl from the wrong side of the tracks.

  A dangerous ruse

  When Wilson's mother tries to get him back together with his jealous ex, Corinna finds herself pressed into service as her boss's fake fiancée. Their charade ignites a very real passion between them ... but can Corinna heal the hole in Wilson's heart? Or will the darkness of his past destroy them both?

  Here’s a sample from “Bad for You”

  I lead her over to the bed and sit on the edge, peeling away the wet towel from her and wrapping us both in the cover from the bed as I sit her down on my lap.

  “Just let me hold you.” I say. “I can't help wanting to hold you.” And we sit like that under the warmth of the cover, me just holding her. Another first—just sitting there holding a woman, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. Why am I always so impatient to get on with the main event?

  After a few minutes like that, she's calmer and I feel happy. I don't want her to worry. I want her to feel safe with me, and she is safe. She just doesn't feel it because of what she knows about me, what she has seen. The past ruins everything. It always does.

  “Feeling better now?” I ask. “Have you warmed up?”

  “Much better now,” and I could swear she has snuggled up closer to me, that's she's happy in my arms so I kiss the top of her head and hold her tighter.

  “Do you want to go back to the party?”

  “Not just yet,” she murmurs.

  She wants to stay here with me!

  “Are your clothes drying out?”

  “Almost dry,” she says, feeling the fabric from the top of her bra cup.

  “Let me test it,” I say, hardly daring to see her reaction to that, feeling beneath the cover wrapped around us. “Nope. Hopelessly wet. It will have to come off.”

  I hear her breath hitch, but she doesn't stop me as I unhook her bra and take it off still under the cover.

  I kiss her again, feeling the hard peaks of her breasts and her soft flesh against my bare chest. I feel honored that she is trusting me like this.

  “I think you're dry now,” I say. “I'll just check,” and I run my fingers lightly over her breasts letting them linger over her nipples, moving them back and forth until I hear her breath coming in gasps.

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  Take a Chance on Me

  (A new adult billionaire romance novel)

  Sometimes you only have one chance...

  A painful past...

  Ryan has just inherited his uncle’s international hotel empire -- and learned that his cheating ex-wife’s betrayals went deeper than he ever imagined. He only has a few days to decide which properties to unload, so that he can be done with her once and for all. There’s just one problem...now that he’s the one with the money, his ex doesn’t plan to say goodbye.

  An uncertain future...

  If Julianne can’t persuade the new owner that his Edinburgh hotel can turn a profit, her assistant manager job -- and a lot of others -- will disappear. She’s doesn’t trust any man since her ex-fiance jilted her, let alone the one who’s determined to destroy her livelihood...but she can’t deny the way he makes her feel.

  An uphill battle...

  Sparks fly the moment they meet, but Ryan and Julianne have a scheming ex, homes on different continents, and their own romance-scarred hearts between them. Can their red-hot attraction burn through all the barriers and persuade them to take another chance on love?

  Here’s a short sample from “Take a Chance on Me”

  He whispers, “So beautiful” and I can’t stop smiling because I feel beautiful with him, this man who takes my breath away and makes me forget mysel
f. But now is not the time for smiling because I am moaning as he takes my nipple in his mouth again and grazes it with his teeth before he sucks. I am losing all sense of where I am and I reach for him and move my hands over the hard planes of his chest, his hard stomach as he pushes up my skirt.

  “Nice,” he says when he comes to the tops of my thigh highs. He runs his finger around the lace at the top from the outside until he is touching the inside of my thigh. He’s so close to where I want him to be.

  Did I wear those for him? Maybe I put them on for work today because of him. Maybe I wanted him to see them under my skirt. Maybe he would have seen them earlier if we hadn’t been so rudely interrupted.

  And now his fingers are running around the lace edging of my panties around the leg, so slowly, so incredibly slowly I can’t help moaning to urge him on. I run my fingers down his body once more, tracing the line of hair down inside the waistband of his jeans. Before I know it I’m pulling down the zipper, smoothing over soft cotton to the hardness below.

  “Naughty,” he says grabbing my hand. “First it’s my turn,” and he pulls down my panties in one fell swoop and I’m almost naked in front of him. I can feel my cheeks reddening as he looks at me. It’s been a long time since anyone looked at me like that; I’m not sure anyone has ever looked at me like that.

  Ryan’s fingers circle around, a light teasing touch, never right where I want them. My hips move as if they have a will of their own to put his fingers in the right place but he moves with me.