Publisher: Entangled Publishing
photographer, goes through men like she goes through thongs, forever looking
for a guy who can handle her. She’s about given up on love when she meets
Declan, the sophisticated father of one of her clients. He’s perfect for
her, if only she can convince him she’s not too young and inexperienced to meet
his singularly erotic tastes.
Then, like an answered prayer, Walker Kincaid shows up, looking for a place to
stay while he investigates allegations surrounding the death of his SEAL
brother, Liam Prescott. If anyone can tutor her in the art of the kind of power
play Declan wants, it’s Walker, her best friend and partner in crime since high
But what starts as friendly lessons in forbidden pleasure soon turns into
something more…leaving Gemma to wonder if the lover she’s been looking for has
been right in front of her all along.
my bedroom door, suddenly nervous for some reason. It’s Walker, I remind
myself. Taking a deep breath, I saunter out into the living room. Walker
doesn’t notice me at first. His laptop is open, and he’s studying something
intently, his brow furrowed with concentration. Then he
looks up and our eyes meet, and suddenly the air feels like it does just before
a summer thunderstorm—thick and silent and charged with electricity.
stops as his gaze travels slowly over my body, and for a minute, I think he’s
going to crack a joke, or say something about us having an early flight to
catch or not having the right equipment, and I brace myself for the
disappointment. But instead, he wordlessly pushes his chair back, gets up, and
walks slowly over to where I’m standing.
failed lesson number one.” His voice is deep and husky, and I suddenly find my
stomach inexplicably fluttering.
voice sounds ragged, and I take a deep breath, determined to sound like the
confident, sexy badass that I am. Even if Walker is looking at me with a heat
I’ve never seen before in those whiskey-colored eyes. “What lesson was that?”
his fingers in my hair and tugs lightly, forcing my head back so I’m looking up
at him. “The dominant is always in charge. That means I call the shots, and I
decide when we start, not you. Although you do look pretty fucking amazing, so
I’ll let it slide this time.”
‘let it slide’?” I say in mock outrage. I try to push him away with my hands on
his chest, but he grabs them in his, and with one hand holding both of my
wrists, he lifts them above my head and pins them to the wall. Holy fucking
time,” he repeats, and for the first time, I can see why people react the way
they do to him. Walker’s quietly authoritative tone is more intimidating than a
hundred men raising their voices. “I can see this is going to be the challenge
for you, Gemma.” His lips twitch, and humor sparks in his eyes. “You like to be
in charge. You can’t let go, can you?”
me dubiously, eyebrows raised.
eyes.” His voice is soft, but it’s an unmistakable command.
it. Don’t think. Don’t argue.”
test when I hear one. I close my eyes, wondering what he’s going to do. Long
seconds seem to tick by, and then his lips brush over mine ever so gently.
They’re warm and soft and fuller than I would have expected. It’s quick, barely
even a kiss, just his lips grazing over mine, but the butterflies are back,
their wings beating furiously in my tummy, and there’s an inexplicable heat
searing through my veins.
eyes to find his face mere inches from mine, his eyes wide with the shock that
I’m sure is reflected in mine. What the hell was that? Then he clears his
throat, releases my wrists, and takes a step backward, and the moment is past.
We’ll continue tomorrow.” He turns to go.
That’s it?” That can’t be it.
turns around slowly and gives me a long, hard look, and I wish I could tell
what’s going through that mind of his. Finally, he says, “You want more?”
I want more. I want the whole thing. The sooner the better. Before Declan comes
back. I want to know as much as I can before I see him again, so I know what to
step closer. “The whole thing? Are you sure about this?” There’s a slight edge
to his voice.
positive.” His intense gaze never leaves my face, and I’m suddenly just the
tiniest bit nervous. “Um, what exactly is the whole thing?”
reader with a taste for adventure, Brynley Blake writes the writes the kind of
books she likes to read: steamy contemporary romances featuring smart, sassy
heroines with a sense of humor and strong, dominant alpha males who love their
women a little feisty. She loves rainy days, books, worn-in jeans, hot
coffee, cold beer, red wine, exploring new places, and happily ever afters.
When she’s not writing, you can usually find her cheering on her kids at their
activities, hanging out with friends, or crossing things off her bucket list.
She writes contemporary and erotic romance as Brynley Blake and Brynley Bush.