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  Maybe if I tell him I’m a virgin and show him just how far I’m willing to go to keep him, he’ll give in.

  Of course, I never expected that he'd be keeping a shocking secret of his own…

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  Enjoy this Forbidden Confession. HEA guaranteed!

  EXCERPT

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  One of his warm hands leaves my breast and skates down my waist, settling over my hip to bring me closer. I can smell a hint of toothpaste and coffee on his breath.

  “Have you let any of those tossers you’ve dated kiss you, Kayla?”

  I swallow. What will he do if I tell him the truth? “A few.”

  He scowls as if my answer pains him. “Did you like it?”

  I wanted to, but… “It was all right. No one has blown my panties off.”

  I suspect Oliver could.

  His eyes soften. “Kissing can be wonderful. Someday, when you find a man you care about, one who knows what he’s doing, you’ll love it.”

  I have a man I very much care about standing right in front of me, and the thought of kissing Oliver makes my body throb in arousal. I sway closer, pressing my aching breasts against his chest. “What about you? I’ll bet you know what you’re doing.”

  The second the words leave my mouth, my heart careens out of control.

  “I shouldn’t kiss you, Kayla,” Oliver practically groans.

  “Please,” I beg. “Just once.” When he stares at my lips, they tingle. Everything in my body flushes hot. Even my skin feels too tight. And the ache between my legs coils relentlessly. “You’ve already touched my breasts.”

  “Are you bloody trying to kill me?” His voice sounds rough with need.

  That excites me even more.

  “Is one kiss asking so much?” I clasp his T-shirt in my fists and tilt my face under his.

  He hesitates for a long moment, his eyes searching mine, nostrils flaring, jaw rigid.

  “Kayla,” he growls. “Goddamn it…”

  Just when I’m sure he’s going to walk away, Oliver grabs me by the nape, holding me immobile. His breathing turns hard and rough. I tremble. He’s wrestling with himself. My heart revs. What is he thinking? Is there any chance he’ll kiss me?

  Suddenly, he jerks me against his body...

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  SEDUCING THE STRANGER

  by Shayla Black

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  Will a hot night with a stranger spark more than she ever imagined?

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  I’m Calla.

  I’m responsible. I plan. I’m cautious—always.

  Until I see him, the gorgeous stranger with the rugged hands and the dark mood.

  Instantly, I’m drawn. I can’t stop staring. I can’t stop wanting.

  When he makes me an indecent proposal, I do something shocking.

  I say yes.

  I follow a man whose name I don’t know to his hotel room so I can surrender to him.

  But what have I gotten myself into?

  And what will happen when I accidentally discover the identity of my sexy stranger?

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  Hot and sweet. HEA guaranteed!

  EXCERPT

  He wraps his hand around mine, grip firm, and leads me out of the empty bar and through the smoky noise of the casino before stopping at a bank of elevators. There’s a collection of businesspeople checking in to attend a convention downstairs, as well as a family gearing up for their weekend away. Despite the fact it’s late afternoon, a pair of girls are already completely trashed and hitting on a casino attendant passing by.

  When the elevator doors open, a cross-section of humanity tumbles out, then the others waiting beside us jump in. I move to follow, but the stranger tugs me back against his body. His erection prods the upper curve of my ass as he eases my hair over one shoulder and whispers in the opposite ear. “We’ll take the next one.”

  As soon as the door closes, a ding a few feet away tells me there’s another car waiting. He hustles me to it, all but carrying me when my stilettoes prevent me from matching his long-legged, ground-eating pace. Once we’re inside, he sets me down and stabs a button to close the elevator door. Then he turns with a dark, burning stare, sexual intent plastered all over his face. He’s going to use me to the fullest and relish every moment of turning my body inside out.

  My heart stops. My brain screams at me to exercise caution and back out.

  I don’t say a word.

  He wraps one arm around my waist. With his free palm, he grabs my nape, manhandling me until I look up, snaring myself in his gaze. “Last chance.”

  To back out? “I said yes for a reason.”

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He pushes the button for the twelfth floor and the car begins to whoosh up.

  I should probably ask questions or tell him I’ve never had a lover overwhelm me. Or simply plead with him for mercy. But I don’t want any. I don’t know even one man like him among the coffee-drinking, beard-growing, enlightened granola males in my circle of acquaintances. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious and excited…and ready to indulge in all my fantasies.

  “Duly noted.”

  His eyes turn impossibly darker as he crowds me with his big body. He’s hard and overwhelming. He smells like wood, leather, and pheromones. The way he wraps his fists around my long hair and tugs until my scalp tingles excites me. Then he pins me against the wall of the elevator and shoves his knee between my legs, my pencil skirt scraping up toward my hips. My heart races as he twists me in his big grip and settles my wriggling weight on his thigh.

  “You’re in trouble, angel.”

  God, I can barely breathe past my excitement. “What are you going to do?”

  “Make you come for me before we leave this elevator.”

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  I hired her to distract my enemy. Now I’m determined to have her for my own.

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  MORE THAN WANT YOU

  More Than Words, Book 1

  by Shayla Black

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  I’m Maxon Reed—real estate mogul, shark, asshole. If a deal isn’t high profile and big money, I pass. Now that I’ve found the property of a lifetime, I’m jumping. But one tenacious bastard stands between me and success—my brother. I’ll need one hell of a devious ploy to distract cynical Griff. Then fate drops a luscious redhead in my lap who’s just his type.

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  Sassy Keeley Kent accepts my challenge to learn how to become Griff’s perfect girlfriend. But somewhere between the makeover and the witty conversation, I’m having trouble resisting her. The quirky dreamer is everything I usually don’t tolerate. But she’s beyond charming. I more than want her; I’m desperate to own her. I’m not even sure how drastic I’m willing to get to make her mine—but I’m about to find out.

  EXCERPT

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  “Look, Keeley. I like you. And I want you. I’m not good at talking or relationships or letting people know me. I’m good in bed. Can that be enough for tonight?”

  I find myself holding my breath. If she says no, I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do. After a handful of probing questions, I already feel oddly raw. I rub at a sore spot along my breastbone.

  “Yes. Sorry. I have a terrible tendency to be nosy. You’re interesting…and I really am not a fan of sleeping with strangers. But I think I know who you are, Maxon… Damn it. What’s your last name?” She gives an embarrassed little laugh. “Oh, that sounds brilliant.”

  Her joke totally lightens the mood. I need that. “Reed.”

  “Well, Maxon Reed, are you going to stand there all night or kiss me in the moonlight?”

 
The second I get the green light, my tolerance for banter flies out the window. I become a hunter who’s just settled on his prey of choice, and I’m looking forward to fully sating my hunger.

  I don’t bother with words. Instead, I take the bottle from her hands and set it in the sand beside us. Then I fuse my stare to hers and tilt her head where I can most effectively devour her. Her eyes flash with something. Excitement, yes. Apprehension. That surprises me but no denying what I see. And hope… Maybe she’s not the only one feeling unexpected things.

  Then she parts those bee-stung lips again, and all my thoughts dissolve.

  I lower my head and kiss her with a groan.

  Fuck if her lips aren’t every bit as soft as I imagined. She opens to me, presses against me, wrapping her arms around my neck like she needs to touch me every bit as much as I’m dying to have her bare against me. I’m sizzling, my senses reeling. I’m actually dizzy the longer I kiss her, but I urge her lips apart with my own and plunge inside.

  I’m lost.

  She’s so sweet. Not like a Snickers, which I love. Her flavor is more refined, and the pleasure I get from her is like savoring a good red wine paired with a lush dark chocolate. Then she kisses me back with a sensual sway of her tongue and an indrawn breath that lets me know I’m getting to her, too.

  I’m drowning.

  My hands are suddenly in her hair, tugging until she gives me full access to every part of her mouth. I go in even deeper as if I’m trying to own her all at once. I haven’t had the sort of drought she has, but I can’t imagine another five minutes without being inside her, taking full possession of her. It’s chemical. It’s electric. I don’t know how the fuck to describe it because I’ve never felt anything quite like this.

  Suddenly, she breaks away from my kiss, nipping at my lips like a kitten, before tilting her head back completely. Her lips aren’t on mine anymore.

  I’m dying.

  Not kissing her is unacceptable. Then…I see the arch of her delicate throat. She’s exposed one of the most vulnerable parts of herself to me. Her ivory flesh glows in the moonlight. Even in the pale gleam, I see the flush staining her skin. I hear the catch of her breathy inhalations. I feel the hard beads of her nipples against my chest. How can I absorb her all at once, experience every facet of her in a single moment? I can’t, but I’m damn impatient to try.

  “Maxon?” She sounds shaky, uncertain.

  I rush to set her at ease. “Why are you so fucking beautiful?”

  “If you think I am, I’m glad. Are you going to touch me now?”

  She sounds breathless and anxious. Does she imagine for a second that I might say no?

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  He’s ruthless. She’s off-limits.

  But he’s just met his one weakness…

  Now nothing will stop him from making her his.

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  WICKED AS SIN

  One-Mile and Brea, Part One

  Wicked & Devoted, Book 1

  by Shayla Black

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  Pierce “One-Mile” Walker has always kept his heart under wraps and his head behind his sniper’s scope. Nothing about buttoned-up Brea Bell should appeal to him. But after a single glance at the pretty preacher’s daughter, he doesn’t care that his past is less than shiny, that he gets paid to end lives…or that she’s his teammate’s woman. He'll do whatever it takes to steal her heart.

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  Brea has always been a dutiful daughter and a good girl…until she meets the dangerous warrior. He’s everything she shouldn’t want, especially after her best friend introduces her to his fellow operative as his girlfriend—to protect her from Pierce. But he’s a forbidden temptation she’s finding impossible to resist.

  Then fate strikes, forcing Brea to beg Pierce to help solve a crisis. But his skills come at a price. When her innocent flirtations run headlong into his obsession, they cross the line into a passion so fiery she can’t say no. Soon, his past rears its head and a vendetta calls his name in a mission gone horribly wrong. Will he survive to fight his way back to the woman who claimed his soul?

  EXCERPT

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  Finally, he had her cornered. He intended to tear down every last damn obstacle between him and Brea Bell.

  Right now.

  For months, she’d succumbed to fears, buried her head in the sand, even lied. He’d tried to be understanding and patient. He’d put her first, backed away, given her space, been the good guy.

  Fuck that. Today, she would see the real him.

  One-Mile Walker slammed the door of his truck and turned all his focus on the modest white cottage with its vintage blue door. As he marched up the long concrete driveway, his heart pounded. He had a nasty idea how Brea’s father would respond when he explained why he’d come. The man would slam the door in his face; no maybe about that. After all, he was the bad boy from a broken home who had defiled Reverend Bell’s perfect daughter with unholy glee.

  But One-Mile refused to let Brea go again. He’d make her father listen…somehow. Since punching the guy in the face was out of the question, he’d have to quell his brute-force instinct to fight dirty and instead employ polish, tact, and charm—all the qualities he possessed zero of.

  Fuck. This was going to be a shit show.

  Still, One-Mile refused to give up. He’d known uphill battles his whole life. What was one more?

  Through the front window, he spotted the soft doe eyes that had haunted him since last summer. Though Brea was talking to an elderly couple, the moment she saw him approach her porch, her amber eyes went wide with shock.

  Determination gripped One-Mile and squeezed his chest. By damned, she was going to listen, too.

  He wasn’t leaving without making her his.

  As he mounted the first step toward her door, his cell phone rang. He would have ignored it if it hadn’t been for two critical facts: His job often entailed saving the world as people knew it, and this particular chime he only heard when one of the men he respected most in this fucked-up world needed him during the grimmest of emergencies.

  Of all the lousy timing…

  He yanked the device from his pocket. “Walker here. Colonel?”

  “Yeah.”

  Colonel Caleb Edgington was a retired, highly decorated military officer and a tough son of a bitch. One thing he wasn’t prone to was drama, so that single foreboding syllable told One-Mile that whatever had prompted this call was dire.

  He didn’t bother with small talk, even though it had been months since they’d spoken, and he wondered how the man was enjoying both his fifties and his new wife, but they’d catch up later. Now, they had no time to waste.

  “What can I do for you?” Since he owed Caleb a million times over, whatever the man needed One-Mile would make happen.

  Caleb’s sons might be his bosses these days…but as far as One-Mile was concerned, the jury was still out on that trio. Speaking of which, why wasn’t Caleb calling those badasses?

  One-Mile could only think of one answer. It was hardly comforting.

  “Or should I just ask who I need to kill?”

  A feminine gasp sent his gaze jerking to Brea, who now stood in the doorway, her rosy bow of a mouth gaping open in a perfect little O. She’d heard that. Goddamn it to hell. Yeah, she knew perfectly well what he was. But he’d managed to shock her repeatedly over the last six months.

  “I’m not sure yet.” Caleb sounded cautious in his ear. “I’m going to text you an address. Can you meet me there in fifteen minutes?”

  For months, he’d been anticipating this exact moment with Brea. “Any chance it can wait an hour?”

  “No. Every moment is critical.”

  Since Caleb would never say such things lightly, One-Mile didn’t see that he had an option. “On my way.”

  He en
ded the call and pocketed the phone as he climbed onto the porch and gave Brea his full attention. He had so little time with her, but he’d damn sure get his point across before he went.

  She stepped outside and shut the door behind her, swallowing nervously as she cast a furtive glance over her shoulder, through the big picture window. Was she hoping her father didn’t see them?

  “Pierce.” Her whisper sounded closer to a hiss. “What are you doing here?”

  He hated when anyone else used his given name, but Brea could call him whatever the hell she wanted as long as she let him in her life.

  He peered down at her, considering how to answer. He’d had grand plans to lay his cards out on the table and do whatever he had to—talk, coax, hustle, schmooze—until she and her father both came around to his way of thinking. Now he only had time to cut to the chase. “You know what I want, pretty girl. I’m here for you. And when I come back, I won’t take no for an answer.”

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  Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of roughly eighty novels. For twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.