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Namless Surrender
Namless Surrender
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After months of blindfolds and secrets, after countless encounters without a single word spoken, Dean Lucas knows what his mysterious partner at the adult-only club Entice wants and gives her everything she physically desires. But now, he hungers for more than just her body—he craves her heart, too. Betrayed by her ex-husband, Zoe Grant has finally found a way to be herself, a way to sate her long-hidden desires—without the risk of another broken heart—and the fact that she doesn’t know the man’s name, has never seen his face, suits her just fine. But, when the two are unknowingly brought together outside their mutual comfort zone, will Zoe be able to set aside her past and surrender her trust once again—and can Dean convince Zoe, nameless or not, that love knows no bounds?
To My Readers: The idea for Dean and Zoe’s story came to me, oddly enough, while I was in the shower (as a mother of three, that’s the one place I can go to do some serious brainstorming)! I hope you enjoy reading along as Dean and Zoe grow and discover that hearts can be mended, and that the truth doesn’t always have to hurt. A big thank you: To my CP’s – all of whom are invaluable. This story would not be what it is if it weren’t for them. To my kids (who better not be reading this ), who were so understanding as I locked myself in my bedroom day after day trying to meet the deadline. And finally, to my husband…words really aren’t enough.
NAMELESS SURRENDER by Kristin Daniels
Copyright © Kristin Daniels, 2009
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
EXCERPT FROM NAMELESS SURRENDER
Dean hated this part.
The stopping. The leaving.
He had to get out of there before he lost control. Still breathing hard, he grabbed his pants, yanked them on and went for the door. He fell against the wall outside his private room and ran his hands over his face in an attempt to steady his heart rate and gather his thoughts. They swirled in his head, splintered off in a hundred different directions and fucked with his mind.
Damn it, she was getting to him.
He understood the agreement they had. Hell, he’d set a couple of the rules himself. So why, then, did he want to toss every fucking word of it to the curb?
The need to tell her how beautiful she was, the desire to call out her name every time he came inside her, neared the point of torture. Why the hell did he agree to silence? If he could speak it’d be so different. Their time together wouldn’t have become the sweet agony it was turning out to be.
RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
To My Readers: The idea for Dean and Zoe’s story came to me, oddly enough, while I was in the shower (as a mother of three, that’s the one place I can go to do some serious brainstorming)! I hope you enjoy reading along as Dean and Zoe grow and discover that hearts can be mended, and that the truth doesn’t always have to hurt. A big thank you: To my CP’s – all of whom are invaluable. This story would not be what it is if it weren’t for them. To my kids (who better not be reading this ), who were so understanding as I locked myself in my bedroom day after day trying to meet the deadline. And finally, to my husband…words really aren’t enough.
NAMELESS SURRENDER by Kristin Daniels
Copyright © Kristin Daniels, 2009
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
EXCERPT FROM NAMELESS SURRENDER
Dean hated this part.
The stopping. The leaving.
He had to get out of there before he lost control. Still breathing hard, he grabbed his pants, yanked them on and went for the door. He fell against the wall outside his private room and ran his hands over his face in an attempt to steady his heart rate and gather his thoughts. They swirled in his head, splintered off in a hundred different directions and fucked with his mind.
Damn it, she was getting to him.
He understood the agreement they had. Hell, he’d set a couple of the rules himself. So why, then, did he want to toss every fucking word of it to the curb?
The need to tell her how beautiful she was, the desire to call out her name every time he came inside her, neared the point of torture. Why the hell did he agree to silence? If he could speak it’d be so different. Their time together wouldn’t have become the sweet agony it was turning out to be.
RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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