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Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Fighter BDSM Erotic Romance)
Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Fighter BDSM Erotic Romance)
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FIGHT BARE. FIGHT HARD. FIGHT WITHOUT END.
Rose Merchante never anticipates danger on a boring winter evening. Nor does she expect the hard bodied hero who appears like a guardian angel, saving her from an unspeakable attack. When her tattooed savior offers self-defense lessons, Rosie discovers something else in her dormant flesh.
Hunger. Fire. Lust. The carnal calling for his touch is unlike anything she's ever known.
Trainer and underground fighter William Gaulle saved the beautiful woman in the alley without hesitation. But Rosie's all temptress in his studio, awakening his deepest, primal desires.
William can't ignore the obvious. She's perfect to dominate, perfect to own, perfect to make a baby with.
He wants a submissive to possess. She wants a man to make her whole.
Soon, they're training long, hard, and unprotected between the sheets, but a fighter's world has stern demands...will Rosie be left behind, or can she carve a place in his hardened heart forever?
Word count: 27,500+ word erotic romance novella.
EXCERPT
My moment of truth had arrived. My breathing picked up, quickly matching his heavy chest rising and falling above me.
I stopped. Eyes gently closed, I inhaled the cinnamon spice wafting off his body, letting his scent re-wire the bad connections clipped by my attacker in the alley.
I wouldn't – couldn't! – let what had happened at the studio happen again. There wouldn't be a third chance.
He needed to kiss me. Right now.
I wasn't sure what happened first. My legs opened a little wider for him, my wrists relaxed, and I went limp and breathless. I pursed my lips and angled my neck upward.
Soft. Inviting. Hungry.
Take me, warrior! Forget the past. Don't hold back. Take control, just like you do in the ring.
The light behind my eyelids disappeared. I sensed his powerful face moving to mine, lips searching for a soft place to land, to burn and pillage.
His kiss lit me on fire. He sucked the breath from my lungs, replacing my uncertain fog with brilliant, purifying fire.
I almost choked at the intensity. The part of my brain running on fear shut down, and all circuits went firing toward desire, feeding the frenzy raging between my legs.
Moaning into his mouth, I stiffened.
His tongue devoured my excitement, lapping at my moan in swift laps, circular and sweetly hypnotic. My knees began to tremble. My lips were satisfied, but the rest of me needed more – and needed it now!
“Oh, fuck!” I whispered. “No man's ever kissed me like that.”
He muttered something about wanting me like no one else, the words of an apex hunter. “Think you can handle my heat?”
Yes! No! Maybe?
I mumbled a weak reply, too drunk on the sticky dynamite going off inside me to say anything coherent. Really, I didn't know if I could handle him, but there was no stopping this.
Not when my body needed it so bad. My skin heated, softening beneath his touch, submitting and opening itself for every last rigor he intended to make on my ready flesh.
Suddenly, his strong hand was on my skirt. He worked it down, pouring his hot breath across my moist face, panting in triumph when layer one was down to my knees...
Rose Merchante never anticipates danger on a boring winter evening. Nor does she expect the hard bodied hero who appears like a guardian angel, saving her from an unspeakable attack. When her tattooed savior offers self-defense lessons, Rosie discovers something else in her dormant flesh.
Hunger. Fire. Lust. The carnal calling for his touch is unlike anything she's ever known.
Trainer and underground fighter William Gaulle saved the beautiful woman in the alley without hesitation. But Rosie's all temptress in his studio, awakening his deepest, primal desires.
William can't ignore the obvious. She's perfect to dominate, perfect to own, perfect to make a baby with.
He wants a submissive to possess. She wants a man to make her whole.
Soon, they're training long, hard, and unprotected between the sheets, but a fighter's world has stern demands...will Rosie be left behind, or can she carve a place in his hardened heart forever?
Word count: 27,500+ word erotic romance novella.
EXCERPT
My moment of truth had arrived. My breathing picked up, quickly matching his heavy chest rising and falling above me.
I stopped. Eyes gently closed, I inhaled the cinnamon spice wafting off his body, letting his scent re-wire the bad connections clipped by my attacker in the alley.
I wouldn't – couldn't! – let what had happened at the studio happen again. There wouldn't be a third chance.
He needed to kiss me. Right now.
I wasn't sure what happened first. My legs opened a little wider for him, my wrists relaxed, and I went limp and breathless. I pursed my lips and angled my neck upward.
Soft. Inviting. Hungry.
Take me, warrior! Forget the past. Don't hold back. Take control, just like you do in the ring.
The light behind my eyelids disappeared. I sensed his powerful face moving to mine, lips searching for a soft place to land, to burn and pillage.
His kiss lit me on fire. He sucked the breath from my lungs, replacing my uncertain fog with brilliant, purifying fire.
I almost choked at the intensity. The part of my brain running on fear shut down, and all circuits went firing toward desire, feeding the frenzy raging between my legs.
Moaning into his mouth, I stiffened.
His tongue devoured my excitement, lapping at my moan in swift laps, circular and sweetly hypnotic. My knees began to tremble. My lips were satisfied, but the rest of me needed more – and needed it now!
“Oh, fuck!” I whispered. “No man's ever kissed me like that.”
He muttered something about wanting me like no one else, the words of an apex hunter. “Think you can handle my heat?”
Yes! No! Maybe?
I mumbled a weak reply, too drunk on the sticky dynamite going off inside me to say anything coherent. Really, I didn't know if I could handle him, but there was no stopping this.
Not when my body needed it so bad. My skin heated, softening beneath his touch, submitting and opening itself for every last rigor he intended to make on my ready flesh.
Suddenly, his strong hand was on my skirt. He worked it down, pouring his hot breath across my moist face, panting in triumph when layer one was down to my knees...
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