The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist. If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must read.
From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré’s latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.
As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-laced billionaire, Mark clash over Byn’s need for independence and Mark’s struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-five-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.
All is lost until a children’s game is their only hope.
A crack of thunder startled me. I twisted my neck around. Through the open curtains, I could see the windows were drenched with water. “It’s raining.”
“It’s England.” He pressed tiny kisses down my neck and nipped that point where shoulder meets throat.
Mark tightened his grip around my waist then shifted to carry me back to the bedroom. He stopped. “Bed’s too far away.” He turned and lowered my back to the dining room table. The wood was cold against my flesh. He slid his hands up my thighs and fondled my sex. “I’ve fought this, but all I want is you. I need you. I need us.” He slipped two fingers inside me.
I closed my eyes, grinding my hips against his hand as a moan rumbled in my throat. A hunger which demanded to be fed.
This was the Mark that I’d waited for. He’d released the control that gripped him; the rules of society, and etiquette. Now, he was giving himself to me. He wanted to be my lover.
I locked gazes with him. “I want you.”
He leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Using the tip of his tongue, he twirled around it then pulled back and let it pop out from between his lips. His hand continued to slide in and out of me. His thumb circling my clit. That first hint of release pulsed.
I clenched my muscles. “I want you in me. Hurry!”
He kissed a trail from one breast to the other. “Can’t. No protection.”
I grabbed both sides of his head. “Mark! Dammit! I need you. Fuck me.”
Slowing his strokes, he slipped his hand out, lifted me and positioned me over his full erection, carefully lowering my hips. His movement felt like fine silk across my smooth skin. I lapped my tongue up the side of his neck and nipped his earlobe, hissing as he shifted his hips upward then pulling back.
That sexual beast that lived inside me reared its head. I planted my mouth on his and drove my tongue between his teeth. He matched my movement with his cock. I slid out. He pulled back. I drove in. He thrust upward.
My moans mixed with the sounds of the wind and the rain on the window.
He moved around and pressed my back on the wall. Reaching up with his right hand, Mark flicked my left nipple. His twirling it between his thumb and forefinger made me grind my hips on him.
I released his mouth, arching my head back. “I’m close. Harder.”
“No.” He pulled back. His chest heaving.
It sounded like a snarl, and I meant it.
BIO & SOCIAL MEDIA
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. Daryl has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via D2D.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.
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