Healing a Cougar's Heart
Isabelle O’Connor never considered
herself the type of woman who needed a knight in shining armor to come and
rescue her, until one does. Well he’s more a knight in blue jeans and white
shirt. After all, it is modern times. Unfortunately, her perfect hero has a
flaw... he’s a cop. Isabelle decided
years ago never to become involved with a police officer again, and she isn’t
going to change her mind now.
Mark Dean loves being a cop. He also
loves the hot redhead he rescued from a creep’s unwanted attention at a local
nightclub. Mark knows that before he can gain Isabelle’s affection he has to convince
her of something. Being a cop has nothing to do with her reluctance to date him.
Isabelle’s heart never healed after the death of her husband and Mark makes it
his mission to help heal this feisty Cougar’s heart.
Excerpt:
Mark pulled the frightened woman closer to his side. She
was shaking like a leaf, and the only words she’d managed to utter since he
placed his arms around her were, “Oh God,” which coincided with each time she
heard her attacker’s cursing.
“I won’t let him hurt you, beautiful, and neither will
that big dude just over there.” Mark pointed to the huge bouncer then glanced
down at her. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. “What’s your name,
sweetheart?”
Still trembling
from the attack, she stumbled on her own name. “Um…it’s Isabelle…Isabelle
O’Connor.”
Mark responded with his name and gave her a warm smile
to reassure her she was safe. What he really wanted to do was turn around and
punch the creep’s lights out.
Bastard!
When the jerk realized he was being evicted from the
club, all hell broke loose. He did not intend to go quietly. Mark pushed
Isabelle behind him as he called for police backup. As other bouncers moved in,
the creep pulled a knife. Mick suddenly went down like a lead balloon, his
blood spilling out onto the floor. The club’s manager secured the weapon, but
not before his abdomen and arm were sliced. In the midst of the chaos,
Isabelle’s body descended to the floor. Assuming she was fainting, Mark rushed
to scoop her up and move her away from the scene, only to realize she’d dropped
to her knees and was crawling toward Mick. Mark positioned himself between the
ongoing fight and Isabelle as she attended to the bouncer’s injuries.
Once the others had the attacker under control, Mark
knelt down to see what she needed him to do. “You seem to know what you’re
doing.” He helped her roll Mick onto his side, handed over his T-shirt when she
requested it, and supported the bouncer’s head with his leg. Bar staff rushed
over carrying bundles of towels, unfortunately too late to save his now
blood-covered shirt.
“I’m an ER nurse.” That explained her sudden change in demeanor. She’d kicked into work
mode. Her expression was calm, her actions confident; she knew exactly what to
do, and she did it with efficiency. She was amazing.
Up close, Isabelle was even prettier than he’d first
thought. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her hair was blood red, and her
skin had a smattering of tiny freckles across her chest and arms. He wanted to
trace each one and see how far down her body the lucky little speckles went. Her
breasts weren’t large, but they’d fit in his mouth perfectly, with only a
little overflow to press against the outer edge of his mouth and spill toward
his cheeks. Her lips were the prettiest pink− full, luscious− the gloss she
wore making them all the more tempting. He had to fight the urge to bend down,
kiss her, and nip at her full bottom lip.
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
He cursed
silently. He was rock hard under his jeans—not that it bothered him too much.
It might bother Mick though. The bouncer’s head rested on his lap. If Mick
turned sideways, he could very well end up with a black eye.
Seducing a Cougar
When a sexy, young, dominant man decides to seduce you, why resist when you can submit?
Susan Dean didn’t have any idea that
taking a job at her brother’s law firm would change her life. Then she met
junior partner Blake Daniel’s. They are complete opposites. Blake is young,
confident, dominant and determined to claim anything he wants in life. Not that
he’d want a woman who turns into a clumsy, nervous wreck that can barely string
a sentence together when he’s in the same room as her, or would he?
Blake is a patient man, and it’s a
good thing he is because waiting for Susan Dean is driving him to distraction.
The attraction between them is obvious. He turns her into a horny mess
everytime they’re in the same room, not that Susan appears ready to admit that
fact. Once Blake decides it’s time to make a move on his voluptuous co-worker,
Susan will have no option but to submit to his seductive demands.
Excerpt:
It didn’t take a genius to ascertain Susan’s attraction to him. Her
flushed skin and shallow breaths in response to his touch indicated such. What
he didn’t understand was the obvious nervousness toward him. He hoped it would
ease over time and put it down to the fact she wasn’t ready to enter into any
sort of relationship just yet. After all, the separation from her husband was a
fairly recent thing. She’d need time to recover, to sort her feelings out.
Blake was prepared to give her that, but he also wanted to leave her in no
doubt that when she was ready to move forward he was interested in being the
man she moved forward with.
“It’s just over here on the right.” Susan indicated the driveway of her
brother, John Dean’s home.
Blake would save the discussion that he was a partner at her brother’s
law firm for another time. Tonight was about making an impression she wouldn’t
easily forget. As Susan rummaged through her purse, presumably looking for her
house keys, he exited the car and walked around to open the passenger door. As
he escorted her to the entry of her flat, located at the side of the Dean’s
home, he resisted the urge to lower his hand from the small of her back onto
her lushly rounded ass. She was definitely a woman who had a bottom designed for
spanking and one fleshy enough to mark nicely with a few strikes of his cane.
“Thank you for driving me home.” Susan spoke nervously as she fumbled to
get the key into the lock. “I’m fine to take it from here.”
Blake stood close behind her, intentionally crowding her toward the door.
He reached his hand over her shoulder and placed it over hers, assisting her
trembling hand to successfully slide the key into the lock. He then tightened
his grip on her fingers, preventing her from turning the key. She braced her
free hand on the frame of the door as he wrapped his arm around her waist and
held her firmly against his body.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to tuck you into bed and kiss you
goodnight, Susan?” He whispered the words into her ear and felt a shudder run
through her body as he exhaled a slow stream of warm breath to caress her neck.
Susan shook her head. “I can’t.”
“I know, I heard you tell Justin at the club. You’re not ready.” Blake
ran his hand upward over her midriff before cupping her breast. He felt the
tightened bud of her nipple through the fabric, and pressed it into his palm as
he gently squeezed her flesh.
Her breathy moan encouraged him, as did her head falling back to rest on
his shoulder, and her bottom pressing onto the erection beneath his trousers as
she arched against him. He removed his hand from over hers and swiftly
positioned it to cup her mound, pressing her skirt between her legs and pulling
her harder against the stiffness between his legs. He pinched the peaked nipple
beneath her clothing as she began to squirm against the hand between her legs.
“Blake, why are you…” the low moan that rose from within her caused his
cock to flinch with demand. He’d made
his point.
He moved both hands to rest firmly on her hips.
“I want you to remember who I am, Susan.” He ensured the tone of his
voice was firm because he wanted her to know that he expected her to comply
with his demand. “When you’re ready, I expect you to come for me, do you
understand?”
“Yes.” Her breathless reply caused him to smile. So did the fact that she
stood with her hands still braced against the door.
“That’s my good girl.” The sharp slap he placed on her ass as he prepared
to walk away, caused her to squeal and spin around. The arousal in her eyes
spoke an undeniable truth. “Yes, you like that don’t you?”
Susan didn’t need to say a word. He could see the answer written all over
her horny body and her beautifully blushed face.
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