Working Out by USA Today bestseller Marie Harte

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Hi All! Today, will be a good day! We will be appreciating the commanding presence of Working Out, by USA Today bestseller, Marie Harte. Do YOU have what it takes to keep up with a man like Mac? Don’t you dare answer no!

Mac, the former marine, takes it upon himself to show Maggie the true meaning of “Sir”. #Mastered@MHarte_Authorhttp://bit.ly/OpalsBlog

When lust turns to love, who’s really on top?

A marine is used to taking and giving orders, even out of service. Mac takes it upon himself to show Maggie, the young woman who works under him, the true meaning of “Sir”. It’s a lifestyle that can suit them both, if she falls into rank and obeys without question…

AMAZON

BARNES&NOBLE

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❤ ❤ ❤

Working Out by USA Today bestseller Marie Harte

The knock came again.

“Hold on,” she called out and tossed off her blanket. She trudged to the floor in wool socks

and peered through the peep hole. She froze. After a moment, she opened the door. “Yes?”

Mac Jameson stood in the communal hallway of the aging Victorian looking edible in jeans

and a black leather jacket. In the hall lighting, his bright blue eyes glinted with some indefinable

emotion.

“Here. These are for you.” He held out a bouquet of pink roses.

“Ah, what?”

The intensity on his face faded, and a smile took the place of his frown. “That is one ugly

robe.”

“Hey!”

He stepped forward and would have trampled her if she hadn’t moved back. Before she

knew it, he’d entered her apartment and closed and locked the door behind him.

“Nice trick.”

“It’s called being persuasive.” He put the flowers in her hand and closed her fingers over the

smooth stems.

“You brought me flowers?” Mystified, she didn’t know what to think. Was this another part

of his nonsexual dating technique?

“You want them or not?”

“Yes, yes.” She hugged them to her when he moved to take them back. Flowers. When was

the last time a man had brought her roses? “Such an ungrateful gift giver. Thank you. I love

them.”

She turned and left to rummage in the kitchen for a vase. After she’d arranged and watered

them, she put them in the center of her dining table. “So pretty.” She glanced up to see Mac right

in front of her. “Mac?”

“Yeah. So pretty,” he rumbled and tugged her to him using her belt.

Her robe parted just as he planted a warm, hungry kiss on her mouth. Maggie could only

kiss him back, caught up in an inferno of unfulfilled desire. Everything inside her hungered for

the magic of a man who didn’t hesitate to take what he wanted.

He broke the kiss and ran his mouth down her neck. “What are you wearing under this?”

“N-nothing.”

He tensed and pulled back. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I just took a shower.” She frowned, wondering what it took to break the man’s resolve.

“I am so screwed,” she thought she heard him mutter under his breath. In a louder voice, he

said, “I came over to say hi. You’ve been avoiding me this week, and I wanted to make sure we

were still good.”

“I was only keeping my distance from a crabby boss with control issues.”

“Yeah, about those issues… Thing is, I want to fuck you.”

“O-kay.” The man’s thoughts shifted like the wind. “And this makes you crabby

because…?”

“Because what I want from you is a little different from what you’re probably used to. I

want us to get to know each other better so you’ll feel okay about sleeping with me, my way.”

She caught her breath. “Spell it out. What exactly do you want me to do with you?”

“Everything I want, exactly the way I want it.” He tilted her chin up so that he could look

straight into her eyes. “I want to play games with you. Ones where we need a safeword. Where

you call me Sir and you obey me.” He kissed her again, and she felt her robe begin to open. Then

his hands were inside, stroking her heated flesh. “I want to own your body in bed. Would you be

willing to let me do that?”

“All this for some roses?” she replied while trying to make sense of her dreams suddenly

meshing with reality.

He chuckled. “Nah. The roses were to show you I was thinking of you.” He cupped her

breasts, and his eyes darkened. “But this is way more than I’d planned on asking for.” He fully

parted her robe and stared down at her. Slowly, he bent his head and took a flushed, pert nipple

in his mouth.

He sucked hard, and her knees buckled. She moaned and hung on to him for dear life.

Mac turned his attention to her other breast and teased and nipped until she teetered on an

orgasm. She’d never been so sensitive before, but moisture coated the insides of her thighs.

“Yeah. This is what I want. You helpless in my arms.” He kissed her, his tongue penetrating

while his hands moved down to cage her waist. “Maggie… fuck. I wanted to wait, but no more.

I want you, but I’ll go easy with my demands.” He gripped her tight and kissed her again. “What

do you think?”

She stared up at him when he pulled away. Her robe hung open, but he looked only at her

eyes.

“I think… I think we should go back to my bedroom.” She tugged him with her, sure only

that the time had come to finally have Mac Jameson. Tomorrow could take care of itself. Tonight

belonged to her.

❤ ❤ ❤

AMAZON

BARNES&NOBLE

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About Opal Carew

Hi. I’m Opal Carew and I write erotic romance for St. Martin’s Press and Samhain Publishing, and I self-publish stories. I also write romance as Amber Carew. So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving – questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes... or more. These aren’t women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation – something exciting and erotic – but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back – of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves – and we don’t follow our hearts. These women push past that fear. Get a free erotic romance read by joining my Reader Group. Just copy and paste into your browser ==> OpalCarew.com/ReaderGroup

Posted on July 18, 2014, in BDSM, Boxed Set, New Releases, Other Authors and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Uh…..Whoa!!!!* Fanning face frantically *

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