Harper Jackson Release Date: September 6
My brother's best friend brought me back, but nothing was the same. I can't remember what happened. My parents dragged me away from my island home in the name of keeping me safe, and thrust me into hell instead. I came back to Hatterwick to rebuild my life and--hopefully--my memory. Now a new inheritance threatens to expose those long buried secrets, and someone will stop at nothing to ensure I never remember what really happened that fateful night. The only thing standing between me and whoever wants to hurt me is a marriage of protection with the boy who saved me--now a man grown and determined to keep me safe at all costs. But what began as protection turns into more. Because he's the key to unlocking what hides in the shadows of my mind, which will either save or damn us both. Grab your copy HERE!
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Harper Jackson has rescued her co-workers from a hostage situation, battled ninjas, and stopped international espionage—in her head anyway. Now that she’s no longer busy devising ways to make staff meetings more entertaining, she’s pouring that imagination into tales of breath-stealing, small-town romantic suspense. She believes that peach cobbler with ice cream is the best dessert ever and has a black belt in taekwondo to back it up. She lives in the Deep South with her husband and three canine furbabies. To find out about Harper’s upcoming releases sign up for her newsletter here! To learn more about Harper Jackson & her books, visit here! Connect with Harper Jackson: Hosted By: 
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THE DREAMS WE SHARE Belinda Benna Release Date: September 5 AVAILABLE IN KINDLE UNLIMITED!
Two dreams. One summer. A life-changing love story. The world is full of wonders. That's what my father taught me. And that's something Josh has absolutely no clue about. Granted, he's strong, stronger than I'll ever be. Because he fights for his dream while I've long given up on mine. As a star pianist, he's even nominated for the International Music Award this year. But at the same time, he's so afraid of his five-year-old daughter that he hired me as a nanny. Josh is peculiar. And honestly, he should mean nothing to me. But when he plays the piano, I still wish he would do it just for me. This man touches my heart. But I can't allow that. Because within me lie memories that must never be awakened. And slowly, I realize that he could be the one to do exactly that. It's impossible not to be moved by this uplifting romance novel about the pursuit of happiness and finding your place in life. Perfect for fans of Abby Jimenez, Paige Toon, and Beth Moran. Grab Your Copy HERE!
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Belinda Benna is an award-winning author whose moving romance novels are filled with emotion, allowing you to lose yourself between the lines and find yourself at the same time. Experience stories that will make you cry, laugh, and fall in love-each with a message that will stay with you for a long time. In her newsletter, Belinda provides exclusive insights into unpublished manuscripts and her life as an author. Keep up with Belinda and subscribe to her newsletter: https://www.belindabenna.com/newsletter
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Soul Love
-- EXCERPT: Summer ventured out the side pedestrian door, her gaze drawn to the moving activity. Three men were unloading furniture from the truck, one clearly in charge. As their eyes met, Summer felt a sudden rush of nervousness. She approached her mailbox, and one of the men raised his hand in greeting. She fumbled with a piece of junk mail. “Moving in?” she called out. He walked to the end of the driveway. “Hi, I’m Erik, the designer.” Without waiting for her response, he quickly asked, “Have you ever met the owners?” How odd. “Um. No. Why? Haven’t you?” “I hoped you might know them. We worked through an attorney who never disclosed their names.” He shrugged. “No harm in asking.” “I love the house. Is there any chance I could peek inside?” Sure, it was forward of her, but it might be the only way to satisfy her curiosity. Erik nodded. “This is our last load of furniture, so why not? I love showing off my work.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a business card. “I’m posting the project online. I would appreciate it if you’d leave a glowing comment on social media.” His hands tented. “Sure thing.” Summer hated social media but took his card anyway. She followed him up the painted plank steps through the open door. An elaborate crystal chandelier hung in the entry. In front of her, the rich mahogany staircase dazzled against a backdrop of blue-green textured walls. A baby grand piano was positioned in the living room corner to the left of a rock fireplace. The art over the mantel looked like a Renoir. She wondered if it was an original or a reproduction. Then something weird happened. The hair on her neck and arms rose. She had a deja vu feeling as if she had been there before. Trying to shake off the unsettling sensation, she turned in a slow circle and said, “It’s beautiful, better than I even imagined. I love it!” Erik seemed pleased with her assessment, grinning from ear to ear. “I chose warm, rich colors. I can’t stand the fact that most designers are like sheep. The minimalists’ interior design with white is so overused and blah,” he said with an eye roll. “I updated the lighting fixtures and completely renovated the central kitchen. It’s three stories with the attic and a downstairs complete with a cookery and staff rooms.” A mover dropped one end of a very expensive-looking bureau. Erik shouted, “Do not scratch the floors or furniture.” Then he glanced apologetically at Summer. “I’ve got to work. I have a deadline with instructions to leave the house by seven o’clock this evening. Feel free to look around.” Yippee—freedom’s call echoed in her heart, inviting her to explore uninhibited. Summer drifted through the library first. Its walls were lined with ancient, leather-bound books. The scent of old paper and the hushed tales of forgotten lore surrounded her, igniting a thrill only a true book lover could understand and appreciate. Each step was a dance with history as her fingers trailed over the spines, noting the weight in their textured covers. The library seamlessly gave way to an entertainment room, where contemporary met old-world design, asserting itself with an audacious flair. A large, ultra-high-definition television screen dominated one wall, surrounded by a state-of-the-art sound system. Soft, ambient lighting emanated from cleverly hidden sources, casting a glow that accentuated luxurious furnishings from the plush, angular sofa to the gleaming, geometric coffee table. The kitchen made a bold statement with its brand-new stainless-steel appliances, rustic oak cabinets, and white and gray marble counters. The walk-in pantry door was ajar, so she peeked inside to find it vast and orderly, a trove of culinary possibilities. She suspected exotic spices and gourmet delights filled the closed shelves and drawers. Adjacent to this culinary haven, a set of narrow, almost secretive steps curled upward, their very existence a whisper of intrigue. She glanced furtively over her shoulder. Erik was absorbed in positioning the remaining pieces in the living room. Her pulse quickened with the thrill of undercover exploration. Memories of countless novels she had devoured over the years surged within her—a cascade of adventures, hidden rooms, and undiscovered treasures that had always seemed worlds away were now seemingly within her grasp. With each step into the unknown, her pulse quickened with anticipation, and her mind buzzed. What secrets and mysteries lay hidden in this century-old home? Summer hustled up the stairs, bypassed the second floor, and continued into the attic. She’d long fantasized about writing a novel in such a superb, renovated space with its black, charcoal walls and a shade darker woodwork, a cozy white sofa with black and gold accent pillows—and how she loved the black lacquer desk. The lighting included several sconces with candle-like bulbs that glimmered warmly. It was a nice touch. She murmured, “Totally jealous of the owners.” She peered through the horizontally installed cameo windows, the view of which looked directly at her house. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a shimmering swirling blue light materialized on the other side of the room. It formed a doorway of sorts, like beams of a hidden sun trapped within its frame, defying the laws of physics and reality. What the heck? Summer cautiously approached, each step filled with fear and fascination. She reached out tentatively toward the opening, her hand trembling slightly. Was it a gateway to worlds unseen? But Erik’s appearance on the top step jolted her back to reality just before her fingers could graze the pulsating energy. As if responding to his intrusion, the portal vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind a blank wall devoid of any clue to its mysterious existence. She struggled to process what she had just witnessed. Was the ethereal light a trick of nature? A figment of her imagination? The silence that enveloped the room was heavy with unspoken questions, the air charged with the residue of the inexplicable. 
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Designs on Love
-- EXCERPT: We spend about an hour and a half wandering around the small space until we’re back to where we started. From the landing overlooking the main entrance, I take a few extra moments to soak in all that we’ve seen. I feel like I’m inside a Barbie Dream House. “Do you think you have enough inspiration to finish putting your portfolio together?” Liz asks, leaning against the stairwell railing. “Actually, I have a small confession to make.” Heat sears through my cheeks. Liz turns and studies me for a moment, her lips thin. “Min, don’t tell me . . . Have you scrapped everything you had and started again?” I look away, bobbing my head up and down. “Gah, you’re such a perfectionist.” She sighs. “I suppose that’s why we get on so well.” “I think from what I’ve seen here today, I have enough ideas floating around my head to get started on a new collection.” “And to finish it?” “I’ll go to my usual place.” “The National Portrait Gallery?” she asks. “Uh-huh.” We begin descending the stairs, staying to the right. “Are you going to be able to finish before the deadline for the Clarissa Lee internship? It’s only two weeks away.” I wave her off. “I have plenty of time. I can get it done.” Liz mutters something under her breath that sounds like, “I hope so.” “I will, I promise.” Reaching into her pocket, she retrieves her phone. “I’ll set another reminder to myself to check in on you next week and the week after.” “You’re the best. Have I ever told you that?” She grins. “Yes, but not often enough.” “Come on, let’s stop by the cafe and grab a tea before we head out. My treat.” “How can I say no to that?” We exit the exhibit to the main museum and walk toward the gift shop. A banner advertises a few exhibits coming to the museum later this spring. Liz grabs my sleeve and stops me in my tracks. “Oy, Min, look, there’s an exhibit for the fiftieth anniversary of the Westminster Ballet in February. That looks like it’s right up your alley. Do you want to stop and book tickets for it while we’re here?” I swallow hard as my stomach muscles clench. It’s been four years since I was fired from the LABT. I should be able to look at a dumb ol’ tutu and not become so emotional about it. But I can’t. Artum managed to ruin the one thing I loved. I may have moved to London, started a new career, and a new life, but I still can’t seem to let go of the past. “No, I . . . I can’t,” I sputter. Liz has never pushed me to talk about the past, but she knows that I used to dance professionally. As she reads my body language, her face softens. “Tea, then.” Like a mother hen tucking me under her wing, she steers me toward the cafe and changes the subject. “Did I tell you that I have a few ideas for decorating my new flat? I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.” “OK,” I croak. Liz starts on about her bedroom, but my mind is still stuck on Artum. Will I ever be free from him? 
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Title: Fighting with Light
Series: The Coldwell Brothers
Author: Jessica Myel
Genre: Morally Grey Sports Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2024
 .JPG) Unlikely Lovers and the adventure of a lifetime
Liam Coldwell is a world champion surfer, a record-setting free climber, and a playboy. In the aftermath of family trauma, they are trying to get back to normal life.
Aelia Costa is tough, a wild party girl, the daughter of Marco Costa, and born to be a pawn.
They are connected through blood, violence, and the selfish choices of evil men.
When they run into each other Liam assumes she’s there to finish the job, and he’s next.
But she has no idea who he is.
Duty is a heavy burden to bear, and Liam wears his like a tattoo on his heart. Determined to protect his family at all costs, he plans to seduce Aelia with his charm, and she falls for it… or so he thinks.
When Aelia realizes who he is, she comes up with a new plan to get rid of their fathers for good.
They should be enemies; he’s a Coldwell, and she’s a Costa. But the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and the odds are against them.
Will the playboy and the princess be able to resist the chemistry between them, or will they give in and change the tide of war?
Content Warning:
Child abuse and spousal abuse (non- sexual)
Suicidal Ideation
Attempted Suicide (not by the main character vague detail)
Blood, gore, violence
Questionable Consent (non sexual)
 
   
  
Jessica was born and raised in the Midwest. After acquiring a bachelor's in Marketingand a Masters in Biblical Studies many years later she realized her calling was writing.Her passion for words and finding her voice creates deep and emotional writing. She strives to talk about the hard things of life, such as depression, abuse and it’s many forms. In her first book Between the Threads she works through her past, her present and her future. When she's not writing she's drinking matcha, coffee, or both with her head buried in a book.
   
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-- EXCERPT: “I get it. Hockey’s your world right now,” Troy replies. “Which is why coming back to your hometown to play is so perfect for you. I can work things out with your team management to get you the time off, and we’ve got an excellent PT. She’ll get that wrist back into shape before you know it.” “I’ve got to admit—it’s tempting.” And besides, there’s another reason for going back home, and it’s kind of a big one. Keira Johnson. My Kiki. Only she hasn’t been my Kiki for ten years now. Just the thought of my high school girl—the girl I left behind—has my pulse kicking up a notch or ten. Keira is the girl I’ve never been able to forget. Sure, there’ve been other girls. It’s been a long time and I’m no saint. Women tend to throw themselves at you when you’re an NHL player, particularly when you’re known as the pretty boy of the team. Those puck bunnies, as they’re sometimes called, simply come with the territory—and it’s fun territory, believe me. Of course, the fact that my kid brother is the current heartthrob on the hit Netflix fantasy show, It Came One Winter, doesn’t exactly hurt, either. But here’s the thing: Most of the women I meet are only interested in me because I’m Dan Roberts, center for the Chicago Blizzard, brother to the guy they love to watch on TV. Relationships for me tend to last a few weeks, a month, tops. My lifestyle means it’s hard to hold down a relationship. And besides, those women aren’t interested in plain Dan Roberts, the hockey-obsessed kid from Maple Falls, who worked his butt off to make it to the NHL. So, my heart has been safe, never forgetting my first love. Keira. 
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Series: Wolfe Brothers Series #1
Author: Marika Ray
Genre/Tropes: Small Town Romance; Single Mom; Millionaire Hero; Marriage of Convenience; Returning Home; He Fell First
Release Date: August 29, 2024
.jpeg) My return home to my family’s small town hasn’t been easy, but the new female contractor I hired--a struggling but strong willed single mom—keeps stripping her clothes off on the job site, which certainly spices things up.
(She swears a spider crawled under her shirt.)
She also divulges she’s scared of her ex and he’s taking her to court for custody of their daughter. I hate to see a woman mistreated, so I step up and marry her so she has a stronger case in front of the judge. Temporarily, of course.
As a retired millionaire, I’ve had my fair share of women use me for my wealth. I’ve given up on finding my happily ever after and I’m okay with it. I just need to find something else to do with the second half of my life.
My new wife, Emmerleigh Slaywright, has spicy comebacks galore, a stubborn streak a mile wide, and the kind of bellow on the job site that can unman even the toughest of workers. Add in her pint-sized daughter, Georgia, who loves the animals on our hobby farm and has me wrapped around her pinkie finger, and I’m not sure why I pushed for the marriage to be fake.
One night, all the tension between us boils over and Em gives up control.
(Only in the bedroom and I’m very okay with it.)
Suddenly she wants the marriage annulled, so she’s not taking advantage of me. Right when I think I want to make this marriage real. She might think she’s looking out for me, but she doesn’t understand that Em and Georgia have become the future I thought I’d never have.
How can I convince her they’re the package deal I want?
 ★★★★★ from Confessions of a Bookaholic - “It is no secret that Ms. Ray is my go-to for RomCom goodness. Naturally I was excited when she announced this new series but let me just say after finishing this book....I think this is going to be her best series yet.” 
“Do you, Warrick Wolfe, take Emmerleigh Slaywright to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.” And I took on all the responsibilities of that vow. The judge turned to Em. “And do you, Emmerleigh Slaywright, take Warrick Wolfe to be your lawfully wedded husband?” “I do.” Her voice was soft, like how she spoke to her daughter. “Do you have rings?” the judge asked me. Em inhaled sharply. I let go with one hand and reached into the inner pocket of my suit jacket. The two rings I’d picked up yesterday clinked together as I pulled them out. I handed them both to the judge who held up the diamond solitaire and whistled. Em gasped again, this time for a different reason. The three carat diamond was probably more than a temporary, fake marriage called for, but I didn’t do anything half ass. My wife should have an effing rock on her finger. “Warrick,” she breathed. I held both her hands again, squeezing tightly in a reminder. “My wife now, Em.” She chewed her bottom lip, but didn’t argue. We said the vows and the rings slid onto our fingers, mine a plain gold band, Em’s fitting perfectly. “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the judge said with a smile. “You may kiss your bride, son.” Em’s eyes went wide, clearly not having thought through this eventuality, but I had. Shit, I’d tried hard not to think about it as I lay in bed last night instead of sleeping. I slid an arm around her waist and carefully cupped her jaw, keeping my touch light. What I really wanted to do was haul her against me and dip her over my arm in a bruising kiss, but I also didn’t want her to stab me with the pointy heel of her shoe. I lowered my head and grazed the side of her jaw with my lips. “Just once, wife,” I murmured, right before I claimed her mouth, our lips fused together as my heart pounded. Em was as stiff as a board for a long moment, and then a miracle happened. Her muscles released and her lips softened, just a touch. Just enough to make the kiss believable and have me wondering if I dared flick my tongue against her lip, right where she had that small scar, demanding entrance to a place I had no business being. I moved my lips, about to press my luck when her fingers, on the hand that had flown to my bicep when I held her, pinched the hell out of my arm. With a yelp, I lifted my head and glared at her. The she-devil had the nerve to smile at me. Her cheeks, hotter than the afternoon sun, had me hoping there was more to this moment than just make believe for the judge’s sake. I didn’t want to be the only one in this marriage wanting to recreate that kiss when there were fewer observers.   
 
Marika Ray is a USA Today bestselling author of steamy and sweet RomComs, spending her time behind a computer crafting stories, walking any beach she can find, and making healthy food for her kids and husband whether they like it or not. Prior to writing novels, Marika held various jobs in the finance industry, with private start-up companies, and then in health & fitness. Cats may have nine lives, but Marika believes everyone should have nine careers to keep things spicy. All her books come with a money-back guarantee that you’ll smile at least once with every book.
More information can be found at www.marikaray.com
  
  
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Title: Summer with a Single Dad
Series: The Love Beach Collection
Author: Leigh Adams
Genre/Tropes: Single Dad; Steamy/Spicy; Summer Romance; Insta-Lust; Strangers-to-Lovers; Second Chance; One Night Stand
Release Date: August 29, 2024
.jpg) One night of passion would do just fine. It was all I could afford to give.
Chris caught my attention from the first moment I saw him at my favorite local hangout. And then he set my body on fire from the first touch. We both agreed it was a one-night deal. I had nothing else to offer him, no matter how good that one night was.
As the sun rose the next morning, I slipped away, leaving him and our night together right where they belonged—in the past.
I should have been able to forget him. Out of sight, out of mind… right? Except, every once in a while, his face would pop into my mind, reminding me how much of an effect he’d had on me.
One year and one internet search later, the man I couldn’t forget landed on my front step, and he was no longer out of sight, out of mind. He was right in front of my face.
Training his terror of a dog would prove easier than keeping my feelings for Chris in check. I saw right through his clever tactics—using his adorable yet unruly dog, Lucifer, as a ruse to spend more time with me.
The man I left behind after one night had one mission: to prove to me that our connection was too powerful to forget. As time passed, we laughed, flirted, and reconnected far beyond the single night we shared. We sparked once again, and I discovered it was more difficult to train my heart than a four-legged furball.
Intuition told me to pump the breaks—I swore there was something Chris was holding back from me. But the more I learned about him, the more there was at stake, and I had a decision to make:
End our sultry-night-turned-summer-romance or embrace the beautiful chaos surrounding the guys who stole my heart.
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Title: Little Red
Series: Red Reign #1
Author: L. Lovelock
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Tropes: Family Secrets/Mafia/Marriage of Convenience
Release Date: August 29, 2024
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Red—the color of blood.
Death—that’s my future.
I wished someone would save me.
For years, I searched for my place in the world, never imagining it would lead me into a shadowy underworld. A place I’d rather have nothing to do with.
Then I met him, the mysterious stranger who calls me Little Red. With his arrival, my life spirals into chaos, filled with secrets, danger, and a fierce, undeniable attraction.
In this world of deceit and betrayal, can I unravel the mystery surrounding my past while trying to survive the perilous game in which I am caught?
I’m a wife, mother, reader, blogger, and now an author. I’m always busy doing something as I have so much going on, and my three little ones keep me on my toes.
I’m from bright and sunny Queensland, Australia. I have always been a reader. When I was little, I would be up late reading Garfield and Asterix comic books and also Footrot Flats. When I hit high school, they gave us Tomorrow When the War Began by John Marsden, and from there my love of books continued to grow.
I keep a notebook and pen beside my bed for when those late-night ideas pop into my head, plus I’m a stationery addict and love pens, notebooks, and, well, anything stationery.
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Series: Club V
Author: Eva Haining
Genre: BDSM; Daddy Kink; Kink Club; He Falls First; Dom/sub; Grumpy/sunshine; Toy Play
Release Date: August 29, 2024
.jpg) They met under the guise of a masquerade—their faces hidden—and yet they felt seen for the very first time.
Eager to learn more about her darkest desires, Freya throws caution to the wind, attending Club Venom’s masquerade ball with her best friend, never anticipating how her life would change. She’s always known there’s something different about her, but she’s never given in to her wildest fantasies… until now.
“Where to begin… patience or punishment?”
Pierce Harrison doesn’t believe in forever. He’s a world-renowned surgeon, clinical in all aspects of his life. Relationships are temporary, and he makes sure emotions are left at the door. What happens at Venom, stays at Venom.With a dark past that both haunts and drives his success in everything he does, Pierce finds his world tilted on its axis the night he meets a masked beauty who ensures his heart will be irrevocably altered.
With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Pierce and Freya must fight their inner demons, forging a path neither of them knew they wanted, but both of them crave.
My body heats under his gaze. Even from this distance, I can tell his focus is on me alone. My breath is shallow as I stand frozen to the spot, entranced as he casually makes his way through the crowd with a confident gait to his stride, his eyes never leaving mine.
Celest is talking to me, but I don’t pay enough attention to answer, transfixed by the man walking toward me. When he comes to a stop, he’s a foot away from me, and it feels like too little and too much all at once. We stand for what feels like the longest time, his emerald gaze fixed on mine. His lips are sensuous, his jaw peppered with stubble, and I’m flooded by the thought of how it would feel against my skin. “Hello.” His voice is a low rumble, gravelly and dripping with sex. The scent of his cologne invades my senses, and my mouth goes dry. “Hi.” “Would you like to dance?” Holding out his hand to me, I shove my drink and purse at Celest without breaking eye contact with my mysterious suitor. I don’t speak. I can’t. Instead, I slip my hand into his, letting him lead me to the dance floor, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling my body flush with his. Every nerve ending in my body sparks to life, the rapid rise and fall of my chest giving me away as we begin to sway to the music. Electricity courses through every fiber of my being, and I feel alive in a way I never have before. He doesn’t speak, and his eyes remain fixed on me as if I’m the only person in the room. My body is on fire where his hand holds tight on my waist as I gaze up into his eyes. I could get lost in their depths, everything else fading away as I let him lead me around the floor. The music is ethereal, as enchanting as my dance partner. One song bleeds into the next and the next, and still, we don’t exchange words. He spins me with ease, clearly an adept dancer. It makes me wonder if he does this often, sweeping women off their feet without more than a simple hello, and yet I find I don’t much care. Tonight, I’m the woman in his arms, and suddenly, the night is full of possibilities. The unsettling nerves I felt when I walked through the door give way to a different kind of nervous energy. My body reacts to this man—a masked stranger—in ways it never has before. As the song finishes, his hand shifts from my waist, sliding up my side, across my shoulder, and into my hair as he leans in, his gaze flitting from my eyes to my lips and back again. A silent question. A plea for permission which I freely give with a slight nod. His lips brush mine, sending a shiver down my spine, my nipples hardening as his tongue darts out to lick the seam, asking for entrance. He tastes like scotch and a hint of mint, his stroke firm and slow as our tongues tangle in a sensual dance. His hand fists in my hair, holding me firm as he deepens our kiss. When he pulls back, I’m left panting, my senses in overdrive as he presses his lips to mine once more before he speaks. “Come with me.” It’s not a question. It is a command, and it makes my body sing with anticipation. He releases my hair, his hand caressing down my spine until it reaches the small of my back. It’s almost territorial, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. He navigates the crowd easily, finding his way back to the edge of the voyeur hallway where I first caught him watching me. Opening one of the many doors, he guides me inside before locking it behind us. “Do you want the window left open to whoever may be on the other side, little one?” “I…” I can barely catch my breath. Am I really going to do this with a perfect stranger? “Don’t be afraid. Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it so.” My heart is hammering so hard in my chest, my pulse whooshing in my ears as his eyes rake the length of me. “Open,” I whisper, my voice unrecognizable. He runs his fingertips down my arms, goose bumps spreading across my skin, my head swimming as his lips find mine once more. His touch is tender yet fierce, but as his hands move into my hair to release my mask, I panic. “Leave it on,” I beg. He pulls back, leaving me bereft. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, little one. You can keep it on if you so wish.” “Yes, please.” “Do you want me to keep mine on, or do you want to see my face as I bury it between your thighs?” Holy Mother of God. “Keep it on,” I choke past my nerves, desperate for more of his touch. “Then you will call me Sir. Understood?” “Yes.” He leans in, his lips caressing the shell of my ear. “That’s your first mistake, little one. I think you meant to say yes, Sir.” My heartbeat goes wild. “Yes, Sir,” I pant in a breathy whisper. “Good girl.” His fingers trail down my arm until they interlace with mine, and he leads me to a bed in the center of the room. “Sit on the edge.” I do as I’m told, my eyes glancing at the blacked-out window on the wall. A two-way mirror? “Last chance to close the curtains.” He drops to his knees in front of me. “Tell me what you want.” “Leave them open… Sir.” 
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