Blurb:
Private Investigator Karyn Harris' sister was killed in the line of duty and branded a rogue cop. She's spent the last year grieving and wishing she could find the one clue that will vindicate her sister. Zechariah Washington, an ex-cop and law student, is there to help ease her pain, but he wants to be more than a shoulder to cry on.
After a mid-afternoon booty call, an unexpected phone call sends Karyn and Zechariah to the last place her sister was seen alive...the BDSM club, Twine. Karyn finds out more than she bargained for about the last few months of her sister's life and realizes the only way to find her killer is to follow in her footsteps, become a member of the club and enlists Zechariah to go under cover with her. Before too long, Karyn realizes she's going down the same path. When the dark fantasies of voyeurism, spankings and group sex become her own, finding her sister's killer no longer drives her desire to return to the club again and again, but her erotic need for Zechariah's dominance.
Will she come to her senses before it's too late or will Karyn and Zechariah fall victim to the same people who murdered her sister?
Excerpt:
Zechariah glanced across the front seat of his car at Karyn. As close as they'd been to fucking in front of a crowd of people only minutes ago, as responsive as they'd been to the sinfully wicked scene that happened right in front of them, she was someplace else now, quiet as a mouse.
And he didn't like it one fucking bit.
She was the one who'd dragged them into that goddamn den of wickedness.
Was she feeling guilty about giving him a blow job and jerking him off in front of a room full of people? How did she feel now that she'd watched a woman willingly be gang-banged in front of a licentious crowd?
Hell, how did he feel?
It had been as if a real-life porno had been acted out right in front of him. It took him back to an experience he didn't want to remember.
Zechariah had nearly swallowed his tongue when the woman appeared in front of all of them buck-assed naked. She'd had a gorgeously lush body with curves in all the right places, a tiny waist and a shaved, puffy pink mound he wanted to put his mouth on.
He'd been hard instantly and had felt awkward because the woman he loved had been sitting right next to him. But even more ill at ease when he'd glanced at her and realized she was just as turned on as he was.
If they hadn't been witnessing it all with a room full of people, he would have sunk his cock into her and stayed until the morning.
He squirmed in his seat.
"Pull over," she whispered.
"What?"
They were on a dark, narrow road and nothing but woods surrounded them. Even though the club had stayed open and the people around them had dispersed to other rooms to fuck and who knows what else, he'd pulled Karyn up by the arm and hightailed it out of there, unable to take any more.
There were no lights in front or behind them, and the bright lights of his car were like beacons in the night. The car tires grunted over the gravel road.
"Pull over," she insisted.
They came to a dirt road on the right and he pulled on to it and braked before putting the car in park. "What?"
Karyn straddled his lap and slid her tongue in his mouth, going all out for a hot and greedy kiss. The hunger already roaring through his belly turned into pure starvation.
"Karyn," he hissed as her mouth found his throat. What the hell was happening to her? To them? One night spent with a bunch of sexual deviants and she was willing to fuck him on the side of the road. And he wanted to do it.
She nipped at his earlobe. "Don't talk. Don't think. You can’t tell me you don't want this."
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1 comment:
I'm definitely grabbing this book. It sounds hot as hell!
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