BLURB
Katy Sinclair made it to the brink
of partnership at her high-powered law firm with hard work, dogged
determination, and the ruthless self-discipline to cultivate a conservative
public image. But when she follows an evasive witness into a sex club, she
can’t deny herself a red-hot sexual encounter with the seductive bartender who
sets her body on fire. She’s sure no one will ever know about her indiscretion
—until she walks into the courtroom to find her dirty little secret is the
opposing counsel in the most important case of her career.
As the managing partner in a
struggling law firm, hot-shot attorney Mark Richards can’t afford any mistakes
that might cost him his biggest client. Like getting involved with his
beautiful, determined opponent—the mystery woman he hasn’t been able to forget.
But when Katy’s quest for justice leads to death threats, Mark will sacrifice
everything to protect her.
Now they’re risking their hearts…and
their lives…in a race to catch a killer. Little do they know, the greatest
danger lies closer to home.
Warning: This book contains explicit
sex, light bondage, violence, murder, steamy shenanigans in the courtroom,
naughty sexy times in the boardroom, and an exceptionally hot hero with a
versatile tie. Any objections will be overruled.
“What about you?” He folded his arms
and cocked an eyebrow. “Did you come here with a secret agenda?”
“No secret agenda. When Valerie told
me she worked at the club, I was curious so I agreed to meet her here instead
of at my office.”
“Brave girl,” he murmured.
Katy cocked an eyebrow and put her
hands on her hips. She hadn’t been called a girl since she turned eighteen.
“That was slightly condescending.”
His eyes crinkled and a smile played
at the corners of his broad, sensuous mouth. “The correct response to a
compliment is thank you.”
She walked over to another part of
the collection and pulled out a dusty bottle. “I hardly think that was—”
“I’m waiting.”
Surprised by his warning tone, she
turned to face him.
He sat back in his chair, long,
muscular legs spread, corded forearms crossed, dark eyes calm and focused. But
despite his casual manner, she sensed power and tension coiled in his lean
body, like a cobra ready to spring.
A thrill of fear raced through her,
followed by a sharp spike of arousal. She tempered it quickly. No way would she
be pushed around even if secretly his commanding tone turned her on. She
replaced the bottle in the rack. “I think we’d better get back upstairs.”
His voice softened. “Why are you
running away?”
She spun around to face him. “I’m
not running away. I…I’ve seen the wine cellar so I thought—”
“You’re afraid.”
Katy folded her arms. “Not at all.”
“Your body says otherwise.”
She froze and then sucked in a
breath. “What do you mean by that?”
“Body language. You’re flushed,
trembling. Your breathing rate has increased. Your eyes are wide. Your hands
are clenched into fists. Your tongue…” He paused and his voice lowered to a
husky growl. “Your tongue keeps darting out to lick your lips. If that isn’t
fear, sugar, what could it be?”
Arousal, fierce and unfamiliar, shot
through her like an electric current, flaming her body, burning a path to her
core. Sweat broke out on her heated skin. Her mouth opened and closed but no
sound came out.
Mark’s lips curled into a slow,
sensual smile. “Come here, Katy-who-isn’t-afraid.” The sound of his voice, hard
and low, sent a chill down her spine.
No, not a chill. A heat wave. A
fever. Maybe she was ill. Maybe that’s why her cheeks burned and sweat trickled
between her breasts.
But that didn’t explain the deep
yearning that had risen up within her. Oh, she wanted to go to him, tear his
clothes off, climb onto his lap, run her hands over his broad chest and then
lower. It was as if she had been starving for years and he was a banquet
waiting to be tasted.
Maybe that was the truth of it.
Giving herself a mental shake, she
willed the sensation to go away. What the hell was going on? Was she seriously
contemplating having sex with a stranger in the basement of a fetish club?
She swallowed past the lump in her
throat. “Why?”
“Didn’t you want the Meursault?”
Katy nodded and her pulse kicked up
a notch.
“Third row down, second bottle from
the left.” He pointed above his head.
Katy raised an eyebrow. “A gentleman
would get it for me.”
“I’m not feeling like a gentleman
right now. Especially after your stirring performance upstairs and the way
you’re looking at me now—like you want to devour me.” The heat in his eyes
matched his voice, dark and sinful, like a rich Amarone. How long had it been
since a man had gazed at her with such desire? After Justin’s birth, Steven had
never once looked at her with anything more than mild interest.
Katy lowered her eyes. “I wasn’t… I
didn’t mean…”
He cut her off. “Katy.”
She looked up into amused brown eyes
and then drank in the sight of his hard, muscular body sprawled across the
chair; his long legs open and inviting.
Craving, deep and delicious, flooded
her veins.
“Come here, sugar. I won’t bite.”
“It’s not the biting I’m worried
about.” Nor was it him. Her gut told her he wouldn’t hurt her. If he had wanted
to try anything, he wouldn’t have waited this long. No, it was her. She had
lost control of herself and she had no idea what this new, lust-driven Katy
Sinclair was about to do.
Still, his soft, cajoling voice drew
her forward. Although she wanted the wine, she wanted him more. But after ten
years on the bench, she didn’t remember how to play the game.
Her heels clicked on the flagstone
floor as she closed the distance between them, stopping only a foot away. Even
seated, he intimidated her. But God was he sexy. Her pulse raced and her throat
turned dry.
He studied her for a long moment,
his gaze intense and unwavering. “I’m beginning to wonder if we haven’t met
before.”
Katy shook her head. “We haven’t.
I’m sure of it. You’re not someone I would ever forget.” Or ever will. She
stepped closer, her body now only inches from his. She caught the scent of his
spicy aftershave and something raw and purely masculine. A quiver of fear ran
through her followed again by the fierce rush of arousal.
“Good girl.”
“I’m hardly a girl.”
He reached out and put his hands on her hips, drawing her close, until she could
feel the heat of his breath on her breasts through the thin cotton of her
shirt. She bit her lip to stifle a moan.
“Most definitely not,” he murmured.
Inexplicable desires wracked Katy’s
body. She wanted to thread her fingers through his hair, straddle his body and
press her breasts against his full, sensuous lips.
Her briefcase dropped, unbidden, to
the floor. She ran a tentative finger along the square line of his jaw, rough
with stubble, but pulled away at his sharp intake of breath.
“Put it back.” He lifted her hand
and pressed it against his cheek, trapping it with his own. His skin was warm,
firm. So sexy. She felt the slip of arousal between her thighs and drew in a
ragged breath.
Get a grip, Katy. This isn’t you.
She eased herself out of his grasp.
“You’re going to have to move. I’m not reaching over you.”
“Shame.” He stood with the grace of
a man half his size and pulled the chair out of her way.
Katy reached for the bottle. Too
high. She looked over her shoulder. Mark’s gaze was fixed firmly on her…ass.
She snorted a laugh. “When you’re done, maybe you could give me a hand.”
Mark grinned and walked toward her,
stopping so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body across every
inch of her back. He put one arm around her waist and pulled her into his broad
chest.
“Where do you want it, sugar?” he
whispered, his breath warm and moist in her ear.
Red, hot flames of need licked
through her body. “Want what?”
“My hand.”
She could think of several places
she wanted his hand. Places Steven had rarely touched. Emboldened by his
obvious interest, and her own simmering arousal, she let her head fall back on
his shoulder and looked up at him. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
His body shook with laughter. “What
kind of girl?”
“The kind of girl who tells a man
where she wants his hand.”
He stroked the curve of her waist
and brushed his lips over her ear. “You don’t have to tell me, sugar. I know.”
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Sarah Castille, worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes erotic contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them
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