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A FARE TO REMEMBER is out now!

A FARE TO REMEMBER is now available – the wait is over!

This is a very special release for me. It was actually my husband who suggested the idea for this book, years ago. It’s been 15 years in the making, and now it’s finally out there! I’m so excited to hear what you think!

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Stevie has given up on love and just wants a simple life driving her taxi. But her plans are turned upside down when gorgeous billionaire Reid Jacobs steps into the back of her cab. Commanding and mysterious, he’s a temptation she can’t resist—and soon their torrid one night stand leads to an intoxicating affair.

In Reid’s strong arms, Stevie finds herself falling harder than she ever imagined. But is she ready to trust again? And when his business partner falls for Stevie, will it change everything? One thing is clear: she’s about to take the ride of her life….

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Take home the sexy ride of A FARE TO REMEMBER now!

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Here is the first of the teasers I’ve been releasing in my newsletter! I’ve been posting snippets, excerpts, and even a sex teaser on my Facebook Page too. Sign up and pop over to make sure you can see all the sneak peeks! 😉

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And remember, if you do sign up for my newsletter, you’ll also receive a free erotic read!
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DIRTY TALK, Whispers in the Dark, is out now!

DIRTY TALK, Whispers in the Dark, is out now! The wait is over! 😉

Whispers in the Dark is the second exciting episode in my Dirty Talk series. If you love erotic romance with a poignant story, a deeply wounded alpha hero who will do anything to protect his woman, and a heroine struggling to accept love, then this is the book for you!

BONUS: When you buy this book, you’ll also receive the erotic audio that Sonny listens to in the story. (This is a second audio, different than the one from the first story.) Be sure to listen to it alone–or with your lover—and be ready for your panties to melt right off!

Just buy DIRTY TALK, Whispers in the Dark and you’ll find instructions inside on how to get it. 

You can listen to the PG version of the audio sample from Book 1 here: https://youtu.be/62_UJcReJAY

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Sonny has a debilitating fear of men. Tal is a scary looking tattooed bad-ass. Can Tal get Sonny past her fear and help her become whole?

Sonny longs to feel the intimate touch of a man. But she is haunted by a past trauma that leaves her terrified of being with a man.

She has found one way to cope. A stranger’s voice has been her salvation. She regularly listens to the sensual audio she found on-line, submitting to the man’s voice and allowing him to take her to ecstasy again and again. His sexy yet deeply caring tone makes her experience what it would be like to be truly desired by a man. She’s come to trust that voice.

Despite his scary appearance, Sonny feels an overwhelming attraction to her new next-door neighbor. She should be afraid of him, but something about him overrides that fear.

When Sonny is finally introduced to Tal, and hears his voice, she is shocked to find he is the man from the tape. She avoids him, unable to face the stranger who unknowingly brings her to ecstasy.

When Tal meets Sonny, he senses in her a kindred spirit. The haunting pain in her eyes draws him, but he flinches every time fear flickers across her face when she sees him.

When he finally confronts her, asking why she’s avoiding him, she tells him she heard the audio he’d published on the erotica sight and, to his total shock, she tells him that audio saved her life. Then she tells him about her past, tearing his heart in two.

It becomes clear that she is as deeply attracted to him as he is to her. He vows to find a way to help her get past her pain and be with a man.

Buy Whispers in the Dark today to follow this touching yet sexy story!

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TO BUY THE BOOK:

To buy DIRTY TALK, Whispers in the Dark (second in the series, out now!):
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And just in case you have not read DIRTY TALK, Secret Pleasure (first in the series):
https://books2read.com/u/mBeLMR

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Here are some of the teasers that I’ve been releasing on my Facebook Page. Hop over to see all the snippets and sneak peeks!

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Sign up for my Reader Group for exclusive uncensored samples of the erotic audios: www.Opalcarew.com/ReaderGroup

(And as always, you’ll also get some great free reads!)

 

DIRTY TALK, Secret Pleasure is OUT NOW!

DIRTY TALK, Secret Pleasure is out now! I’m so excited to see what you think of it!

Secret Pleasure is the first exciting episode in my Dirty Talk series, a poignant erotic romance about a woman struggling with her sexuality because of a devastating trauma from her past, and the strong, sensitive man who helps her find her way. If you love bad-assed alpha heroes with a strong, protective streak then you’ll love Dirty Talk!

BONUS: When you buy this book, you’ll also receive the erotic audio that Sonny listens to in the story. Be sure to listen to it alone—or with your lover—and be ready for your panties to melt right off!

Just buy DIRTY TALK, Secret Pleasure and you’ll find instructions inside on how to get it!

You can listen to the PG version of the audio sample here: https://youtu.be/62_UJcReJAY

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Sonny has a debilitating fear of men. Tal is a scary looking tattooed bad-ass. Can Tal get Sonny past her fear and help her become whole?

Sonny longs to feel the intimate touch of a man. But she is haunted by a past trauma that leaves her terrified of being with a man. Even when she dreams of being in a man’s arms, the steamy sexual situation turns into a nightmare.

Sonny has found one way to cope. A stranger’s voice has been her salvation.

Tal wants a woman to love him. To have a real, long-lasting relationship. But most women are intimidated by his bad-ass appearance, with his tattoos, piercings, and broad, muscular frame.

Tal looks the way he does because of a past fraught with pain. The tattoos aren’t going anywhere, so he needs to find a woman who will accept him for who he is… and was.

When Tal sees Sonny, he senses in her a kindred spirit. The haunting pain in her eyes draws him, but he flinches every time fear flickers across her face when she sees him.

Can Tal find a way to break through Sonny’s barriers and start something that might heal them both?

Buy this heart-rending erotic romance today!

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TO BUY THE BOOK:

To buy DIRTY TALK, Secret Pleasure (first in the series):
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To preorder DIRTY TALK, Whispers in the Dark (second in the series, releasing March 14th):
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Here are some of the teasers that I’ve been releasing on my Facebook Page:

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Sign up for my Reader Group for exclusive uncensored samples of the erotic audios: www.Opalcarew.com/ReaderGroup

(And as always, you’ll also get some great free reads!)

BIG PACKAGE – New Release!

A Big Package is coming your way today!

Warning: This one is sure to warm up chilly nights! 😉

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Baby it’s cold outside…but things are about to heat up.

I missed the last bus to my sister’s for Christmas, and now I’m stranded in a bus station—in the middle of a blizzard—with a giant package covered in naughty wrapping paper.

Then he shows up: Kalen Welles, the football star from my high school fantasies—and offers me a ride. Just when the car is getting cozy, the roads get shut down due to snow. Luckily there’s a nearby cabin where we can hole up for the night.

A warm fireplace, cozy blankets, pent-up longing we both spent years ignoring… maybe I’ll be able to unwrap Kalen’s big package before Christmas morning.

But when the snow clears and the ice melts, will the former football star and the shy nerd finally get a happy ending?

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I’ve been releasing snippets and teasers on my Facebook and Twitter leading up to my release day today. Here are a few of the quotes I’ve been posting…

“Ottawa? That’s where I’m headed. I just dropped my sister off to catch a bus to Tampa and I’m driving back to Ottawa now. I could give you a ride.”
Her eyes lit up, and she sat up straighter. “Really? I don’t believe it. That would be wonderful.”
He patted the box. “I even have room for your big package.”
Her eyes glittered. “Shouldn’t I be saying that?”

 

She covered her mouth, her eyes widening and her cheeks turning bright red. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I said that. My mouth gets away from me sometimes.”
He laughed and suddenly realized that her gaze had settled squarely on his crotch. When she realized where she was looking, she her gaze darted away again, her cheeks turning even redder.
“Well, between your mouth and the big package, the trip promises to be fun,” he said.

At the wicked grin on his face, her cheeks flushed a deeper red.
“Look, really. I’m not coming on to you. I just . . . it was a silly joke. Nerves overcoming my stupidity censor.”
He smiled warmly. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t think you’re coming on to me.” Actually, he had, but from her blazing cheeks, he realized this was out of character for her.
He held out his hand. “My name is Kalen Welles.”
She shook it. “I’m Holly Benson.”

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Bring home your Big Package now!

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And remember – you can get a free erotic read just by signing up for my Reader Group: http://OpalCarew.com/ReaderGroup

MASTERED BY HER CAPTOR is back!!!

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It’s back!!! MASTERED BY HER CAPTOR is available for pre-order on Amazon again!

They had decided to ban the book and cancelled my pre-order. So… if you pre-ordered it before, or want to now, it’s available!

 

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The man who kidnapped me has haunted my dreams for weeks. Hot sexy dreams of his full lips moving on me. Over my naked body. Touching me in soft, intimate places.
 
As my captor, he wore jeans and a casual shirt. I hadn’t known that the man who brought my sexual fantasy to life is a powerful, wealthy businessman.
 
Now I’ve tracked him down, determined to convince him to give us a chance.
 
I’ve seen his eyes with a dominating edge. I’ve seen them filled with passion. And even filled with an intense need that rivaled my own. But now those eyes are cold and detached, as if what the two of us shared was nothing to him.
 
But I won’t give up.
 
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Kalie wants a relationship. Flowers and candlelight. Soft words spoken in front of a fire. But I’m not a romantic kind of guy. I like my sex rough and hard. And I like my women soft and submissive.
 
Just because she enjoyed a fantasy about being kidnapped by two strong, powerful men, she thinks she can handle what I want. She doesn’t get that what I enjoy is in a whole different league.
 
She seems intimidated by my status, which is good. I intend to take every opportunity to keep her off balance. For her own good, as well as mine.
 
Her unyielding determination tells me it will be difficult to convince her to back off. Thus, my only alternative is to use intimidation to scare her away.
 
So I will give her the chance she’s been begging for, confident that in the end, she’ll be begging to get away from me.
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Special Bonus: I really want to ensure you don’t miss the beginning of Kalie and Erik’s story so I have included the novelette, The Captive, which is the prequel to this novella.
(Note: Both The Captive and Mastered by her Captor follow Mr. King from The Office Slave series.)

All books in the Mastered By series are stand-alone HEA stories with no cliff-hangers and can be read in any order.

To pre-order on Amazon:

The other on-line stores have it for pre-order, too. (They never had a problem with it!)

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Mastered 2 Box Set Author Spotlight Series, Day 5: Resistor by Madelynne Ellis

mastered2 quote card madelynneEllisWhat’s more irresistible than a hot, tattooed alpha rock star? One playing hard to get! Rocker, Spook, is about to take a sinful turn in Madelynne Ellis’ Mastered 2 story, “Resistor”!

Sex is the last thing on Spook’s mind, or he wishes it was. “Resistor” by @MadelynneEllis, part of #Mastered2! http://amzn.to/1EyxSHj #BDSM

Rhythm guitarist, Spook Mortensen doesn’t want a second chance with sound engineer, Allegra Hutton– not over a table, in a limo or in bed.

Spook Mortensen has one rule when it comes to relationships: just say no. He has his reasons. Good reasons. His policy of total abstinence has kept him out of trouble for years. Sex ought to be the last thing on his mind, but whenever go-getting sound engineer Allegra Hutton shows up, she doesn’t just hijack his libido, she downright screws with it. The only way to deal with her is to tie her up.

Alle realizes she’s upsetting Spook’s rhythm, but she’s under no illusion that he’s the right top to warm her bottom.

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“Let’s go into the party suite.”

It was only a few short steps across the hall. Spook tried the door handle, then ushered her inside. The huge room was all decked out for when the auditorium emptied. Tables and chairs set out around the edges, canapés on the bar, and row upon row of filled crystal glasses waiting to be served.

Spook grabbed a glass off the nearest tray and downed it in one long gulp before reaching for another.

“In need of Dutch courage?” she asked.

“Guess so.” Second drained, he went for a third. “Course it’d help if it was something stronger than pissing sherry.” He slammed the glass back down against the tablecloth, then looked a little sheepish, possibly over how much force he’d used, though equally it could have been over his treatment of her. Perhaps indicative of its quality, the glass remained intact.

“OK!” He paused to drag both hands through the front of his hair, which left the blond strands sticking up. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I —”

“I’ve driven you to drink,” she remarked, casting a glance at the row of empties.

“Demented,” he corrected her. “You’ve driven me demented, as if the band didn’t do that already.”

“Pretty impressive of me, given we haven’t spoken for months.”

He took a deep breath and sighed, but faced her straight on. “I thought about you. A lot.

Maybe too much. Definitely too much.”

“Nice things?” she asked. Yes, she was fishing for compliments, but hey, five minutes ago she didn’t think they’d ever be having this conversation.

“Depends on your definition of nice.”

“Naughty,” she replied. “As in things that turned you on, and maybe got you sweating a little, and hard.” She flicked her gaze down to his loins and back.

Spook gave a groan. “I’d be lying if I said otherwise.”

“So, why didn’t you call?”

His hand shot out to seize another drink. Alle curled her fingers around his outstretched arm, making him pause. Slowly, he released the stem of the glass and steadied his gaze upon her face again. “Because this can’t be.”

“Why not? Is there someone else?”

“No — hell, no!” His brow furrowed. “There’s nobody.”

“Then you’re making no sense. What’s wrong with us enjoying some adult fun?” She sought his hand to link their fingers together.

Spook’s frown only deepened at the sight of their palms pressed together so tightly, but, she noticed, he didn’t pull away. “Alle, I can’t be who you want me to be.”

The ludicrousness of the remark surprised a smile out of her. “You are who I want you to be.”

“No.” He freed his fingers from her grip and used them to cover her mouth. ‘I’m not. I know you think you’ve found the person who’ll give you what you’re craving, but I’m not that man. I can’t… I’m sorry.’

‘Did I imagine you tanning my arse?’

‘No.’

‘Am I supposed to believe you’re not interested in doing it again?’

‘Of course not.

“Then what? Why? If you want it and I want it… Spook, we want the same thing, don’t we?

Why are you so dead against exploring that?”

He clammed up, lips pursed, deep, ocean-blue eyes downcast as he turned his hand to cup her cheek and chase a tear of frustration that tracked down her face.

“It was good between us, Spook.”

“Yes, it was. Better than good.”

She blinked, trying to clear her eyes, and not crumple into a blubbering heap. She was stronger than that. She didn’t cry, not with four brothers who’d mocked her mercilessly for it.

Tears had never got her what she wanted, quite the opposite. At home, her tears were what had marked her as a girl and had stopped her from getting her the same deal as the rest of her siblings. She couldn’t wipe the salt tracks from her skin though, without knocking Spook’s hand out of the way, and no matter what, she wouldn’t break that contact.

“I’m not worth crying over.”

“I’m not crying.”

He caught another tear on his fingertips and brought it to the tip of his tongue. Mesmerized, she watched him taste it, and felt her panties get wet. Sweet mercy! She could see him doing that after he’d pushed her to the limits of her endurance and she was just a breath away from numbness, sunk deep into a sort of sub-space of stretched nerves, surrender, and bliss. Her gasp left her lips gently parted and the remainder of her breath caught in the top of her lungs.

Spook’s gaze fixed upon her breasts, then lifted slowly back to her mouth.

She was going to kiss him.

She didn’t care if he pushed her away.

She was going to kiss him.

Kiss him now.

Dangerous Passions Day 2: In Too Deep by Opal Carew

150303 Quote Card - OpalCarew-1Welcome back readers! Today we’ll be looking at the second story in the Dangerous Passions box set written by… who was it again? Oh right, me! This is something a little different from my usual writing, so I hope you enjoy my undercover mafia thriller, In Too Deep!

Get “In Too Deep” with @OpalCarew’s undercover mafia thriller, part of the new Dangerous Passions box set! Amazon #DPBoxSet

Angel is experienced in a lot of things… but love isn’t one of them.

Angel has been deep undercover in the mob for too many years. Love is the last thing on her mind. Until Frank walks into her life once again. She almost fell in love with him four years ago, but had to betray him to the mob to protect her cover. He barely got away with his life, and now he hates her.

Too bad they’ve been partnered to work together. As man and wife.

Dangerous Passions eBook box set releases March 3rd for the special price of $0.99! Preorder today!!

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He had to get out. Now. The thought sizzled through Frank’s brain like a current of electricity, while across the crowded ballroom the subject of his turmoil calmly played her game. Stunning in her shimmering blue gown, she glittered like a precious gem in this setting of the rich and elite.

Emotions clashed and careened wildly within him. Was that really Angel? The woman he had once loved. The woman he had hated for four long years. He couldn’t be sure.

He had never wanted to see her again and yet now he couldn’t stop staring at this woman who looked so much like her. His mind screamed retreat while his burning emotions demanded confrontation. Frozen by his doubt, he forced himself to linger until he could determine her identity.

A waiter hovered by a circle of guests offering hor d’oeuvres, cutting off Frank’s view of the woman. The room swam back into focus, and he damned the Bureau for forcing him to spend his first night in New York at this glitzy, shallow party. But they’d given him no choice. Somewhere in this room his new partner waited to meet him. If the woman really was Angel…. He hooked his index finger in the collar of his white, pleated shirt and tugged. He didn’t even want to think about the disaster that would cause.

All about him people tossed chips around and laughed, careless of how much they lost. The theme was Monte Carlo, the aim to raise money for cancer. Frank chose to observe. Gambling went along with his job—along with the requisite losses.

The waiter moved, and he gazed again at the woman in the blue dress.

At least once, he’d lost more than he could afford.

His gaze followed the curves outlined by the iridescent blue gown. So far, he’d only seen her from the side. She stood at the roulette table. Her dark hair, sleekly pulled to the back of her head with a gold clip, shone in the soft light. Could Angel have tamed her riotous curls into a smooth coil like that? Probably not. His eyes narrowed. The graceful curve of her neck looked the same.

As she turned around and leaned over the table to scoop up the chips she’d just won, laughing, revealing the deep crevice in the dip of her neckline, his pulse lurched. Surely the woman didn’t realize how much flesh she exposed. Every man near her did, however. Because, just like Angel,  she had a generous amount of cleavage to expose.

It couldn’t be Angel. The last time he’d seen her had been in Hawaii.

Hawaii. Four years ago. He’d gone to the island on a case, following the notorious drug lord Domenic Cavaglione. Frank’s department had known something big was planned when Cavaglione headed there for an extended vacation. Frank and his partner had been dispatched to keep an eye on the suspect’s activities. Cavaglione had spent the first few weeks attending a few closed meetings, but basically biding his time.

Frank and his partner had cycled shifts watching their target and Frank used the dead time to work on his tan and enjoy the sights. He’d soon found a sight worth watching in the beach front cabin three down from his. Angel Tortina.

He remembered the first time he’d seen her. With her long curls swirling around her shoulders, she’d been wearing a bright crimson bikini that made his heart pump triple time. Her legs were long and shapely and she was generously curved in all the right places. With a figure most women would die for, she still maintained an air of sweet innocence that attracted him far more than mere physical attributes, though he couldn’t deny that her body enticed him. After all, he was a normal, healthy male.

He’d made a point of meeting her and for three weeks they’d spent time together, enjoying each other’s company, getting to know each other. She’d been just an interesting diversion—until he realized he was falling in love with her.

Sweet Angel. His body had ached for her. So many times he had come close to sweeping her up and carrying her back to one of their cabins to make passionate love, but her delicate, hesitant kisses told him she was…inexperienced. If he’d had more time, if he hadn’t been on a job… He’d wanted to be the one to show her the ways of love.

Then he’d found out who she was—and who she worked for. Cavaglione!

Even then, smitten as he was, he’d actually believed Angel could never be involved in illegal activities, that somehow she had been unaware of her boss’ shady dealings. Frank didn’t want to remember what had happened after that. He’d been a fool! He’d never made such a grave mistake in his life. He was lucky it hadn’t been a fatal mistake, not only for himself but for his partner, too.

A burst of laughter nearby dragged Frank back to the present. He grabbed his drink and gulped it down, trying to drown the bitter taste of self-disgust.

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Angel knew she was being watched. A person couldn’t get very far in her business without developing a special sense about these things. She glanced around and saw a scowling man thump his drink on the table, then glare into the liquid depths. Had it been him? She continued scanning the room. She knew that prickly feeling.

She stacked her chips in four neat piles. One white, two red, and one short pile of blue. She picked up a red one and tossed it onto the square marked fifteen. Fifteen? That had been her cabin number in Hawaii. She frowned. Why would that come back to her now after so many years?

Again, she felt the prickle and glanced up, unconsciously fixing on the same man she’d noticed earlier. His expression neutral now, he stared at someone two tables over, yet Angel was sure she’d seen his focus shift slightly when she’d locked her gaze onto him.

His features were obscured by the dim light. Staring intently, she could make out an angular jaw, dark, wavy hair cut short on the sides and longer on the top, and eyebrows that angled up and away from his straight nose. He reminded her of the one man she’d do anything to forget.

Frank O’Connor.

But of course this wasn’t Frank. As far as she knew, he was still in California. This man just resembled Frank. She stared down at her hands and realized she was flipping a chip over and over between her fingers. The croupier declared final bets before starting the wheel.

Frank represented an episode in her life she’d rather not think about. He had fallen in love with her and he’d gotten hurt. Well, damn it, that wasn’t her fault. Fool. You should have stayed away from him as soon as you started to fall for him.

Glancing at the ball spinning round the wheel, she sipped her wine spritzer. Right now she had enough to cope with in her job without worrying about a ghost from her past. Her current task was at a standstill and her boss planned to bring someone else on to work with her. She had a very bad feeling about that.

The clink of the ball into its final destination triggered a groan from the man next to her.

“Fifteen. You won again.” The woman beside Angel nudged her.

Angel focused on the new pile of chips the croupier pushed toward her and started to sort and stack them neatly onto her piles. She glanced in the direction of the scowling man and this time their gazes clashed.

Good Lord, it was Frank! She knocked down two of her piles as her hand flew to her chest.

He started to get up. Panic flared within her. He was coming to confront her! No, not here! He couldn’t!

After what she’d done to him, how he’d looked at her with murderous intent the last time she’d seen him, she realized he could. And would.

Her heart pounded against the wall of her chest as she stepped back from the table, trying to ignore her roiling stomach. She’d scanned the ballroom for all the exits earlier, a precaution she always took.

“Ma’am. Don’t forget your chips.”

Her attention flickered away from Frank’s intent gaze for a fraction of a second and she glanced at the croupier.

“I…uh… Take them as a donation.” She waved her hands distractedly.

He smiled and swept them away from her into the house pot. “That’s very generous, ma’am. Have a good evening.”

She glanced back toward Frank, expecting him to be closing the distance between them. But he was no where to be seen. She glanced around and saw a broad, tuxedo-covered back disappear out a side exit.

Dangerous Passions Box Set, Day 1: Death Trap by Dana Marton

150303 Quote Card - Dana Marton-1Hi Everyone! I hope you’re keeping warm this winter and indulging yourself whenever possible 😉 I’ve got exciting news to share with you! Welcome to an exclusive sneak peek into my newest multi-author collaboration — the new, action-packed Dangerous Passions Box Set: 12 Tales of Contemporary Sexy Hot Alpha Heroes – Cops, Navy SEALs, Marines, Military, FBI Agents, Secret Agents, Police Captains, Spies, and More!

The title says it all! A box set full of steamy studs & hunky heroes… mmm! Over the next two weeks, we’ll be providing a spotlight for each story in the set and sharing an exclusive excerpt 🙂 Each story is written by a fellow bestselling author, so not only are you getting every hero you could ever want, but they’ll all be wrapped up in stories you’ll never forget! So without further adieu, here’s Death Trap, by NYT & USAT bestselling author, Dana Marton!

The only woman he could ever love, has a secret he could never forgive.” “Deathtrap” by @danamarton~ http://amzn.to/1D4S7NF #DPBoxSet

The only woman he could ever love, has a secret he could never forgive.

Sophie Curtis is a heart-transplant recipient with some spooky body memories. She’s been in her own antiseptic bubble for so long, she just might not be able to venture out into the real world again.

Whatever shred of optimism Ethan Bing had left after becoming Broslin Chief of Police had been seared out of him by the unsolved murder of his wife two years ago. Then Sophie pops into his life, and she gets through his defenses like no other, but soon it becomes clear that she’s been selected as the killer’s next victim.

Dangerous Passions eBook box set releases March 3rd for the special price of $0.99! Preorder today!!

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Bing drove them home, led the dog to the back, and snapped off the leash, then shook his head with a smile when Peaches took a leaping run as he spotted a squirrel at the back fence.

“Thank you.” She grinned after the goofball before turning to Bing. “And thank you for the gardening.

And the bath too. This is more progress than I would have made in a month on my own. I—”

“I enjoyed it,” he said quietly, watching her face.

She blinked. “You did? But it was just a lot of work.”

“I enjoyed spending time with you.”

Oh. Pleasure spread through her. “Me too.”

She walked him back up front, feeling thrilled and awkward in equal measure. They stopped on the stoop outside the door.

A half smile came to play on his lips. “You’re easy to be around. And easy on the eye. That’s a bonus.” He caught himself. Took a step back. “I have no right to be saying that. I’m not in a place where—”

“I’m attracted to you too,” she blurted, then wished the earth would just open up beneath her and swallow her up along with the wave of embarrassment that washed over her. She had no idea how to act around a man she was attracted to. She was pitifully inexperienced when it came to dating.

He stepped closer with an intense, thoughtful look on his face. “We shouldn’t do this.”

Her heart gave a hard thud.

“You probably can’t kiss.” Another step closer. “What does the doctor say?”

“We never kissed,” she deadpanned. “Dr. Pratt and I are not interested in each other that way.”

The sound of his deep laughter broke the tension between them. He moved a little closer still.

“Dr. Pratt says intimacy is all right, unless the other person is sick.” She couldn’t believe she just said that.

Why not put a neon sign on her forehead? DESPERATE FOR SEX.

“This isn’t going to work.” He leaned his forehead against hers, the skin-to-skin contact jolting. “This isn’t the right time for either of us.” His hands slid up her arms. “I shouldn’t kiss you,” he said.

And then he did.

Holy heavens.

He didn’t do more than brush his lips over hers, and her head was swimming. Her heart seemed to skip several beats, which gave her a moment of anxiety before she remembered that it might be normal. Things like that were frequently mentioned in romance novels.

She’d just never thought it was real, that she could ever feel a wave of desire as intense as this. Bing slowly put his arms around her, drawing her closer, and suddenly her breasts were snuggled against his hard chest. Tingles ran across her skin. Then he nibbled on her lower lip gently, and her knees went weak.

She lifted her hands to his waist, for support first, then they somehow slipped around him and moved up the rippling muscles of his back. His body felt like a work of art under her fingertips.

A long minute of bliss passed before he eased back to look at her.

She stared at him, dazed, then gathered herself.

“I’m not like this normally.” They barely knew each other, even if she’d felt an instant connection, almost from the moment she’d met him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Brazen.” If that was the right word.

He shook his head, that half smile coming out again. “Think again. You just locked lips with the police captain on your front stoop for everyone to see.”

She felt her face flush as he watched her, conflicting emotions crossing his face. The half smile disappeared as he stepped back.

“Don’t say it,” she blurted. “Don’t say it was a mistake, or apologize or—” She wanted to keep that one perfect moment as it was, even if they never had another.

His gaze darkened. “Apologizing couldn’t be further from what I’m thinking.”

Did the air thin suddenly? She felt like it did. He watched her with an intensity that made it impossible to look away from him. As if he was wrestling with an important decision.