Captured Box Set, Day 5: Handcuffed To The Sheikh, By Teresa Morgan
Posted by Opal Carew
Alien abductions? Paranormal jaguar problems? How can the Captured box set get any crazier? Well, Teresa Morgan has the answer in the form of a hilarious & peculiar story about a crazy man and a pair of handcuffs. Always a good start, right?
Today we’ll be looking at Handcuffed to the Sheikh by NYT & USAT Bestselling author, Teresa Morgan!
The last thing Maxine Foss ever expected was to be handcuffed to a sexy, but crazy, guy who claims he’s an Arabian prince… and is determined to seduce her. Best. Abduction. Ever.
When she opened her front door, the last thing Maxine Foss expected was a hot stranger with a set of handcuffs. Now she’s shackled to a sexy, but crazy, person who claims he’s an Arabian prince—and her lover. No way. If she had ever gotten naked with a guy this delicious, she would never forget.
Insanity is catching…
Alone in a secluded cabin, Sayd offers his body for her pleasure. But the price for giving in to his temptation could be her sanity, not to mention her freedom… and just maybe, her life.
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Excerpt from Handcuffed to the Sheikh, by NYT & USAT Bestselling Author, Teresa Morgan
“You are very quiet,” her abductor said, in a casual tone, steering the bike even more casually. “Have you thought about apologizing to me? Offering an explanation? Perhaps some begging? I do enjoy your begging, under other circumstances.”
She seesawed between rage and disbelief. Why should she apologize to him? He was the one who’d just committed a crime and he wanted to blame her for it? Acid growled in her gut at the injustice of it. But his words made her brain skip in confusion, like a CD with a scratch. He spoke like he knew “I will never apologize to you,” she spewed at him, as if the words were poisonous.
He slammed the brakes so hard the bike jerked. On instinct, she grabbed him for support.
With her hands clamped to his chest, she felt his heart beating a furious tempo, even through his jacket. He’d handled the bike… hell, he’d committed the act of abduction with such calm, but underneath he outward signs, he hid some great emotion. Excitement at his upcoming torture session? Or maybe something else?
She felt him slow his breaths as if measuring them out. He removed his helmet leisurely, with a controlled deliberateness.
The moon, emerging from behind its cloudy screen for an instant, made his hair gleam blue-
black. His profile, all strong chin and harsh lines, made her suck in a breath. His all-male gorgeousness seemed designed to melt women in their tracks. Combined with his powerful body, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who needed to abduct any girl. In fact, she could picture women lining up to be kidnapped by.
If he wasn’t pure crazy, she might have considered joining the queue.
He dismounted the bike, dragging her off against her will, since her arms were shackled around him. Without stopping, as if she was just a fly stuck to his back, he strode across the pine needle-strewn yard. His long steps forced her to scramble to keep from tripping.
“Hey,” she protested, but he clearly couldn’t hear her muffled voice without the helmet speaker.
So she took the opportunity to curse him out in privacy. Each creative swear word strengthened her courage.
Her helmet blocked her peripheral vision, so she couldn’t see much of what looked like a three or four-room cabin with walls of raw wood and tiles falling off the roof. The bike was probably worth twice what the cabin was. It didn’t add up.
He twisted a key in the lock, and she zoned in on him putting the key away in his inside pocket, in case that info came in handy later. She paid such close attention that she nearly missed him place his thumb on a knot in the wood next to the door—and the subtle green light that swept over his thumbprint.
She heard the distinct click of metal locks unbolting.
Really? A high tech security system for this tumble-down place? Her throat nearly closed. Maybe he intended on assaulting her and disposing of the body after all. If so, he could definitely give Dexter a
run for his money.
The kitchen they stepped into was no less high tech. He turned on the light to reveal gleaming black appliances, polished granite countertops, and restaurant-quality gadgets. The outside of the ‘cabin’ might seem like it was about to fall over, but the inside? Pure luxury. The whole place was built to deceive someone into dismissing the exterior while the inhabitants lived in lavish comfort.
With one abrupt motion, he turned in place. Instead of being held against his back, Max faced him, getting a close-up view of the stiff curling hairs escaping the slight V of his dark shirt. He snapped the strap under her chin and lifted the helmet away, setting it on the counter next to his own.
Her mouth dried up. There had never been a man more handsome than this one. Flawless dark Arabian skin and eyes greyer than the granite that surrounded her. Lips—God above, those lips would seduce her all by themselves. It wasn’t fair that he also had a strong column of neck and shoulders like rock cliffs. Not an ounce of fat on him. Carbs probably ran from this man in sheer terror.
She tried to lean away from him so he couldn’t feel her heart pounding a crazy beat under her ribs. Her entire body had turned traitor. How could her hormones go into overdrive for the guy who’d just drugged and abducted her? It wasn’t fair. She looked at the floor, praying the blush incinerating her cheeks wouldn’t betray her.
No hope. He caught her chin in one hand and forced her to look into his. For an instant, she thought she saw a spark of amusement there, before he narrowed his gaze to grey slits.
“On your knees, Maxine Rosalie Foss,” he ordered.
Kneel? But that would put her at eye level with his… What did he want her to do?
Incensed by the unfairness of it, she wanted to scream ‘never,’ but she didn’t trust her voice with that many syllables. “No.”
“Do you prefer to be locked together like this forever? I don’t mind if you don’t.” His seducer’s lips quirked up at one corner.
In a flash, she saw what he wanted. She was supposed to lower her arms so he could step out of the circle made by the handcuffs. She hadn’t thought she could blush any harder. Damn, she must be purple in the face by now.
“You could unlock me instead,” she suggested, without much hope.
“But hayati.” A scarlet tongue wet his full bottom lip. “That would be so much less fun for me.”
He was in control—she couldn’t do a thing about it. The more she resisted, the more he’d enjoy watching her writhe. Before she could think too much about it, she lowered herself to one knee and put her hands on the floor. Her cheek touched muscled thighs encased in dark, soft denim. She tried not to think about that, either.
He took his time stepping back, drawing out her mortification as long as possible. Before she could stand again, he planted a leather boot on the chain of the cuffs. She couldn’t misread the message.
He had all the power. She could submit, or suffer.
On instinct, she looked up to see pitiless grey eyes smoldering at her. “Are you certain you will never apologize to me, Max?”
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Posted on September 22, 2014, in Boxed Set, New Releases, Novellas, Other Authors and tagged Abduction, Alpha, alpha male, boxed set, Captured, erotic romance, Sheikh. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.