Guest Author--Em Petrova

I'm so happy to have wonderful and talented Em Petrova stopping by today. Welcome Em!!!

Dirty Slang

By Em Petrova

Erection, hard-on, cock, shaft, rod…What’s your favorite moniker for the penis? As an erotic romance writer, I often find myself in a slump when it comes to choosing words for my sex scenes. Most publishers have guidelines about what terms are appropriate, but recently I wondered what dirty word might spew from my fingertips and onto the screen if I were given free reign.

Here are a (not-so) few of my favorites:

Russell The One-Eyed Wonder Muscle


Gristle Missile


Pumping Pole of Penile Power


Bone-Her


Harry & the HHenderson's (Hendersons are the balls)


One-Eyed Fred


Dip Stick


Meat Wrench



Nightcrawler


Blue-veined Junket Pumper


Love Pump


One-Eyed Wonder Weasel


Johnson


Trouser Snake


Tool


Thrill Drill


Sex Pistol


Pocket Rocket


Friction Whistle


The Pink Oboe


Purple-Helmeted Warrior


Vlad The Impaler


One-Eyed Snake

Pork Sword

The Colonel

Captain Scarlet

Which is your favorite? Here’s mine. I’ll use it in a sentence…

*Lea took Drake’s pink oboe in hand, and before she ducked her head, she watched his pupils dilate in bliss.*

 Leave a comment and let me know your favorite!

Read on for a steamy excerpt from my dirty hot cowboy ménage UNBROKEN!

 

The bell on the door tinkled. At the sound, she hopped off the counter and glanced up.

She stopped breathing.

Tucker.

And right behind him, Christian.

Claire backed up until the counter dug painfully into her spine. Please don’t make me wait on you.

The last thing she was capable of was acting nonchalant while serving eggs and home fries to the man she was in love with—especially when she wanted to roll out of his bed and pad off to his kitchen to prepare them herself.

But the look on Tucker’s handsome face told her that he was here for more than eggs. She’d seen that blazing look before, right before he trapped her hands behind her back and bent her over a hay bale.

Dark heat slithered downward to capture her folds. Her nipples bunched up hard.

“We’ve got some unfinished business, Claire.” When Tucker used this commanding tone, she’d follow him around like a pony, doing tricks until he rewarded her with the sweet sugar of his kisses.

He and Christian strode across the dining room, muscles rolling with purpose. She dragged in a harsh breath. “I don’t think—”

“I do.” Tucker planted his hands on her waist and leaned over her, dizzying her with his personal spice before he slammed his mouth over hers. She gasped around his lips, and he slid in his tongue.

Plundering. Stealing any protestation.

Her body reacted with a violent shiver. Cream soaked her panties as she took note of his hardness—every inch of it.

Christian made a noise that brought Tucker’s head up. He stared into her eyes for a split second before plucking her off her feet and bearing her to the back of the diner, past the mish-mash of photographs plastering the walls of several generations of patrons. Smiling faces. Voyeuristic faces.

Tucker pressed her into the last booth and crowded in beside her. Christian hung back a little, leaning against a table a few feet off. She sent Christian a frantic look, but he gave her a slow, amused smile that twisted the knot tighter in her core.

“Wait, Tucker—”

He nuzzled her temple, spattered kisses down to her jaw then circled around to her earlobe, which he bit sharply.

She squirmed, watching Christian’s smile widen.

“What’s going on?” While she longed for more of Tucker’s kisses—the hottest brand she’d ever known—she couldn’t let him drag her heart behind his horse anymore.

“I never laid a hand on Allie,” Tucker whispered into her ear. Hot words that did hotter things to her body and incinerated her heart.

“But…”

Tucker’s blue eyes loomed close as he stared into hers. “That was Christian. Sometimes we…watch each other. Christian thinks you’re as gorgeous as I do. In fact, you’ve been the object of one of our joint fantasies.”

She twitched as he slipped a finger down her spine. Her breath came faster. Joint fantasy? Her mind reeled around the words, and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Tucker’s slow grin heated her core. But his statement melted her into a puddle of want. “Right now, Christian wants me to finger your pussy so he can see. You all right with that, baby?”

Her leg muscles burned to snap shut even as she hungered to let them part.

“Beautiful Claire, I’m sorry.” He nipped her throat in that sweet spot that made all the hair on her body stand up. “Let me make it up to you. And let Christian be witness to it.”

Briefly, a thread of a question wove through her mind. Make it up to me by getting me off in front of another man? But then Tucker plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she lost control completely.

A long minute passed as she let Tucker’s flavors fill her head even as Christian looked on. His strong presence and hooded gaze excited the hell out of her.

“With Christian?” Tucker asked.

“Yes,” she gasped between kisses.

Her breath hitched as he inched rough fingers up her inner thighs to her soaking heat. Christian crossed his arms and leaned back a bit, his gaze directed under the table. Tucker positioned her, draping a calf over his big thigh and pushing aside the small patch of fabric covering her pussy.

Being back in his arms again, with his mouth on hers, drove away thoughts of her surroundings and the previous state of her heart. She gave in to the swirling caress of his fingertip on her clit.

Christian’s moan reverberated in the quiet of the diner. Tucker echoed it, easing his finger over her slit and into her dripping channel. Shards of electric desire burst inside her. She bucked her hips, trying to draw his thick digit into her pussy.

Tucker nibbled her parted lips, her tongue. His soft hair swept over her cheek, reminding her more of making love to him. Sweet tears burned in her throat.

“That’s it, baby. Open to me. Let me make you cling to the ceiling while Christian watches you come apart.”

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A big thanks to Rhonda for letting me hijack her blog today, and to all of you for reading!

Em Petrova

~hardworking heroes—in bed and out~

http://www.empetrova.com

Cowboy Time

Who doesn't love a cowboy? Here are a few I think you'll like...

Hat, Boots and rope...who needs anything more?

Who is up for a tumble in the hay?

Cowboy worked hard...he needed a bath. Anyone want to help him wash his back?

Cowboy deep in thought. Maybe a massage would help him. Anyone with soothing fingers?

Such a tease!!!

Are you ready for a cowboy now? Here...I can help...

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CHAPTER ONE

LILA SINCLAIR SWALLOWED the last bite of her chocolate bar as she headed up the wide stairs, two at a time, and pushed through the grey swinging doors leading into the hospital’s emergency corridor. Glancing at her watch, she smiled. Her shift ended in thirty minutes. She couldn’t remember feeling this anxious to leave work. In fact, most times she preferred working late instead of going home to a quiet house.

Times certainly have changed.

Slipping into the station, she bumped into one of the nurses. “Ooh, sorry, Denise. I guess I need to slow down.” Lila laughed as she emptied her pockets of old candy bar foils and sucker wrappers.

“Girl, I can’t believe you ate all of that junk in one shift.” Denise shook her head. “What happened to the health bars and fruit you’re always preaching about?”

Lila shrugged. “What can I say? I can’t resist the candy machine.” The other woman’s stare made Lila swipe at her cheeks and mouth. “What? Do I have chocolate on my face?”

“No, your face is fine.” Denise chuckled as her warm brown eyes twinkled. “Okay, lady. You and I have worked together for a while now and I’ve never seen you so enthusiastic. Who are you meeting after work that deserves the million-dollar smile?”

Picking up the nearest chart, Lila pretended interest in the notes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You can’t fool me. You’re seeing Cowboy again, aren’t you?”

Lila couldn’t hold back. Dropping the chart onto the desk, she turned and hugged Denise. “Yes, I am. We’ve been seeing each other for three months and I have a feeling—” She didn’t want to say the words aloud for fear she would jinx Duke’s intentions. “Well, you know what I mean.”

Denise’s features lit up. “You think he’s going to pop the question?”

Lila didn’t answer. She picked the chart back up, crossed the space of the cubicle and placed the folder into the sleeve for the on-call doctor. She leaned against the counter and sighed. “You know the story. It’s been a long road, but I think we’re finally here.”

“Sometimes it’s more fun to journey the road less traveled,” Denise said.

“True,” Lila said. Tendrils of hair fell from her ponytail and she attempted to push them back into the rubber band. She wasn’t sure what was wrong, but her hair seemed to have a mind of its own these days. “It’s certainly been a memorable trip. I could have strangled him when he broke it off with me. Devastated, I swore I’d never forgive him.” She blew a puff of air out of the corner of her mouth. “The point is, never say never. Six years later, he’s back in my life and I’m tired of playing hard to get. I’m more than ready to be caught by my cowboy.”

Denise opened her mouth as if to respond when a booming voice came over the scanner. “This is paramedic Wheeler. We are en route with a male victim suffering from burns and head injury. Copy that?”

Lila punched the button on the two-way. “Copy. A male victim, burns and head trauma. Read me the stats and how far out. Over.”

“He’s hypertensive with BP of one-forty-five over one-hundred, pupils are dilated, responding to muscle stimulation and coherent. Second and third degree burns on face and chest. Head trauma from a blunt force to the left side. Age thirty-nine with no history of medical illness or medication. We should arrive in five minutes. Over and out.”

“I’ll alert Doctor Lucas that we have a patient arriving.” Denise started down the hall in quick stride. “You better call that cowboy of yours. It doesn’t look like you’ll be out of here any time soon,” she said over her shoulder.

Disappointment erased Lila’s eagerness.

Grabbing her cell, she hit a number on speed dial. Three rings later, Duke’s voice mail picked up. Waiting for the beep, Lila then said, “Hi Duke. I’m running late. Wait for me.” She started to switch off when she placed the phone back to her ear. “And Duke, I love you.”

Lila readied the medical supplies and pulled on gloves as two paramedics stormed into the emergency entrance. Lila rushed to the gurney and helped roll the victim into the burn room. A thick layer of soot and blood covered the patient. His shirt was missing and his jeans were dirty. The paramedics had done a quick burn wrap on his forehead, cheek and chest area. “Help me get him on the bed,” she said to the EMT standing closest to her.

Once the medics were out of the small space, Lila worked fast in ripping open the plastic wrap to the needle and preparing the patient’s arm for the intravenous bag. She was taking items out of a burn basket when Dr. Lucas ran in, shouting out instructions. Lila was a step ahead. “Here, Dr. Lucas, let me help you in your gloves.”

      “Lila.”       

She stopped and listened. Had she heard someone say her name?

       “Lila.” The raspy voice came again. She dropped the gloves.

       A feeling of terror threaded through her veins. Her vision blurred and her hands shook. She turned, moved toward the bed and looked down at the patient. Her heart slammed against her ribcage as air rushed from her lungs. Stepping back, her hip hit the metal table, knocking the materials to the floor and scattering at her feet.

“Lila, are you okay?” Denise’s voice sounded distant, although Lila felt the woman’s hand on her shoulder.

“Nurse Sinclair? What is it?” She heard Dr. Lucas say through the haze.

“Lila,” the patient moaned. “I’m…”

She stared down into the face of the victim as monitors beeped wildly. She barely registered the movement around her as the room filled with several other nurses. It wasn’t possible! Then she saw it, the bull tattoo on his left arm. “Oh, no. Duke.” Bringing her hand to her mouth, she attempted to cover her sobs. Her legs weakened and she had nothing to hold.

“Lila I’m here,” Denise said as Lila felt the other woman’s arms come around her waist.

The room started to spin just before darkness fell over her.

****

Eighteen months later...

Lila moved in the hard wooden chair, stretched languorously and yawned. The door to the room opened and a pretty blonde-haired woman bustled into the room, humming an upbeat tune.

“Hey, Janette.” Lila shifted a gaze down the woman’s neon green, polka dotted scrubs. Seeing Janette’s choice of uniform was always a highlight of the day. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make a statement with that outfit.”

Janette puffed up her big hair and batted her thick kohl-lined eyelashes. “It gives the patients something to talk about.” She chuckled.

“You do realize most of them are asleep, right?” Lila asked.

Janette shrugged. “Don’t hate because my patients don’t talk back like yours.” She winked. “I’d work here with comatose patients over the emergency room any day. I’m not sure how you do it.”

“I like the fast pace,” Lila said.

“By the way, what are you still doing here, woman? It’s getting late. And it’s not Monday or Wednesday. It’s Saturday. We’re supposed to get out of the hospital environment on our days off. It’s called a mental health day.”

“I could ask you the same question, considering your shift was over two hours ago.” Lila stood up from the chair and pushed it against the wall. Blood started rushing back to her limbs.

“I got talked into a double shift. My oldest is turning sixteen next month and he’s asking for a car. Bring on the overtime.” Janette wriggled thin eyebrows and sighed. “But then again, I’m not the one with a hot date tonight. I’d give up some of these long hours if I had a hunky doctor asking me out for dinner.”

Lila glanced at Duke’s motionless body lying in the twin bed and a twinge of guilt surfaced. “I have a date but I wouldn’t go as far to call it a hot one.”

Janette tipped her head toward the bed. “He’s not going to wake up from the coma and talk you out of the date, if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

Folding her arms over her waist, Lila wished she could get rid of the heaviness in her chest. The feeling became painful as she contemplated taking a step in moving on. “It’s sort-of silly, but I keep thinking, hoping...” She’d been through this a hundred times. Nothing changed.

“That he’ll wake up?” Janette gave her a compassionate smile. “It’s been what now? A year?”

“Eighteen months and three days.” Lila kept her gaze on Duke. “I only wish his mind would heal as fast as his body had.” The burns on the right side of his face healed the first six months of his coma. Pale blemishes lingered on his olive complexion, but they were less visible. His severely wounded chest and shoulder had deep scars. The pajama top hid most of the pitted marks but a few of the white discolorations were noticeable on his neck. His hair was longer now than he used to wear it and his cheeks had three days worth of stubble. Lila trimmed his hair every few months and shaved his face once a week. The nurse’s aide had offered once, but Lila refused to allow her to help. Lila appreciated those private moments she shared with Duke when she could talk to him about life, her hopes and dreams, but mostly how she wished he’d never been injured.

None of the doctors could explain why he was in a coma, except that tests showed no brain damage. On some days, Lila was convinced he only rested while his body mended. On others, she couldn’t get past how lifeless he lay there. He’d twitch once in a while, but Lila knew spasms were involuntary actions.

“He’s a lucky man. Not every woman would hang out here as often as you.” Janette checked his chart and filled in the stats for the day. “Between you and Chance Taylor, you keep the door rotating.”

“Chance still blames himself for the accident,” Lila said without thinking. Talking about the tragedy always caused her an overwhelming sense of agony. Walking to the window, she stared out into the parking lot. She couldn’t see anything through the mist in her eyes. Every day she relived that awful night a year and a half ago when a barn at the Swift Wind Ranch caught fire and Duke was left for dead.

“Blames himself? Chance saved Duke’s life, right?” Janette asked.

Lila hadn’t spoken to very many people about the events. In fact, Lila had gone out of her way to prevent talking about the accident. Bottling it up wouldn’t make the truth of the situation go away. “A fired worker took his anger out on Chance by setting fire to one of the horse barns on his ranch. Duke was on his way to his truck when he saw the flames. He ran in and tried to put it out. One of the beams fell and knocked him unconscious.” Lila inhaled deeply, finding the courage to continue. “Thankfully, Chance got there in time and pulled Duke to safety. Unfortunately, not before he was hurt.” Glancing at Duke’s sleeping form, Lila sniffed back tears. She wondered if somewhere within the silent confines of his mind he could hear her.

Janette’s exhale echoed off the walls. “From what I know, Duke was a great man. I don’t think he’d want you spending all of your days here in this room hovering over him like a hen.”

“Duke is a good man.” Lila corrected her.

Janette blinked. “Yes, he is a good man.”

Lila hesitated and then nodded once. “No, he wouldn’t want me here watching over him. His pride wouldn’t allow it.”

“Well, kiddo,” Janette closed the distance between them and dropped a hand on Lila’s wrist, squeezing gently. “You can still go home and get all snazzied up for that date. Dr. Lucas is mighty fine and he’s also kind.”

“Yes.” Lila forced a smile on her lips. “He’s a nice guy. He’s helped out a lot since, well, all of this.” She smoothed her hands down the legs of her jeans. After the accident, Lila had felt like she’d tired out her best friend, Carly, by crying on her shoulder day in and day out. One evening after Lila’s shift ended, Dr. Shaun Lucas asked if she’d have a cup of coffee with him and she’d said yes. They’d started making it a habit to have coffee and long chats about Duke and work.

Janette started for the door. “If you need anything, just holler.”

Alone with Duke, Lila went back to his side and sat next to his hip. She’d spent a lot of time here in the rehabilitation clinic where Duke came after a three-month stay in ICU at San Antonio General Hospital. Each day he remained in the unexplained coma, she lost more hope he’d ever wake up. The doctors couldn’t help him. She couldn’t help him. He was slipping away and for the life of her, she didn’t know what to do to save him.

“Duke, I need you.” Wetness fell to her cheeks and she wiped it away. “Come back to me. I have so much to share with you. I have a surprise and I’ve waited so long. I want us back.”

Taking his large hand into hers, she entwined their fingers. A perfect match. How could this have happened to him? To them? They’d been so happy about their future. One minute he was with her and the next he was gone.

Lila bent and kissed him on the lips. “Oh how I’d give anything just to see you again.”

Drying her eyes, she slipped her hand from Duke’s, gently laying his on his stomach and she left the bed. As she reached the door, she stopped and swept a look back at him. “I still love you, Duke. I always will.”

Author Spotlight--Christi Williams

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Perilous Promises is the second sensual contemporary romance in the Hawk Point Romances series by Christi Williams. Perilous Promises was published August 1, 2013 by Whiskey Creek Press/Torrid Books. The series began with Take a Chance on Love, published April 15, 2013 by WCP.

Perilous Promises blurb:

Her ex-husband wants to save her. Her brother wants to save her. Her co-workers want to save her. She can survive anything except the men who love her.          

Perris Dalton doesn’t need a man. She left southwest Wyoming broken, so transformed by fighting cancer even her big hunk of a lawman couldn’t make love to her. Now she’s back.

Her new job is to mitigate conflicts with raptors at a power plant’s coal mine. There’s no reason for her path to cross her ex-husband’s. But when an environmental demonstration inexplicably centers in on her, Sheriff Noah Dalton steps in, confident he can win back the woman who once walked out on him.

As the demonstration spirals into personal attacks, Noah, Perris’s father the sheep rancher, and her brother the college student hatch a secret plot to protect her.

In an epic contest of wills with a lone woman survivor used to solving her own problems, and three Western heroes just as determined to save her, all hell starts to break loose.

 

Perilous Promises excerpt:

Perris Dalton climbed the flight of steps to the third floor of the county courthouse, the sound of the heels on her stylish new leather boots echoing in the empty stairwell. She didn’t know why she’d felt compelled to go out and buy all new clothing for today’s appearance before the judge, but she had: cropped, close-fitting cowhide jacket, black wool pants, and perky plum boots.

Head to toe, she knew she looked good. She’d had her short black hair styled the day before. The untameable curls, which grew in place of the long, straight locks that had fallen out in clumps, had now been straightened and framed her face in delicate wisps. She had taken extra care with her makeup, but she thought the effect was worth it. The hot little number reflected in the mirror certainly didn’t resemble the pallid, sickly creature Noah had pitied so much.

That woman, that poor, overwhelmed woman bowed by sickness and surgery and chemo, had vanished. In her place stood the new Perris Dalton. The Perris who’d taken control of her destiny, wrenched it forcefully away from the doctors and Noah, and decided once and for all to flee the man who threatened to smother her with sorrow.

If no one else understood her sudden decision to divorce him, not her family, friends, or even her lawyer, she knew Noah did. As her foot descended to the final riser and she saw him standing there in the hallway with his lawyer, she knew that he had at last accepted that she was leaving him. From the defeated slump of his broad shoulders to the muted glint of dim lighting off his blond hair as he lowered his head to peer glumly at some legal document his attorney held out for his inspection, Perris read acceptance of her decision in every line of Noah’s tall, powerful body.

As she studied the man she was still married to for the next little while, the man she loved with every fiber of her being and yet couldn’t bear to live with any longer, she began to shake. The quaking got so bad, she shot a hand out to grasp the railing to keep herself from toppling backwards down the stairs.

She had thought determination alone would see her through. She hadn’t realized it would be so hard to finally go through with it.

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Christi Williams bio and links:

My fiction is contemporary, so the settings and the characters are completely modern and struggle with today’s issues. But the men and women in my writing leave a big footprint, because their personalities and their solutions to problems hark back to the iconic days which really don’t exist anymore. My characters truly live by the Code of the West.

Christi Williams writes contemporary sensual romance set in Wyoming. My strong heroines love cowboys and lawmen! I love hearing from readers, so please contact me.

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Cover Reveal Blitz

Book Blurb:

It's a story that's been told since the dawn of time.
Boy meets girl.

They fall madly in love, for happiness is written in the stars.
Their one true fate is to have happily ever after at their fingertips.
But what if it's not?
What if every chance encounter is really a carefully orchestrated meeting
pushing you toward a greater purpose? A purpose that you've spent your entire
existence fighting against?
Boy meets girl.

They fall madly in love.

But they'll never come close to happily ever after,

for pain and devastation is what is truly written as their destiny.
All he wants is to feel power and all she wants is to feel complete.

Together, Aedan and Evangeline create a love big enough to bring about the
destruction of Humanity, as well as themselves. 

Released Date: December 10, 2013.

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J. L. Vallance is a wife, mom, and nurse by day, while posing as a writer by night. Plagued with an overactive imagination, a lover of all things supernatural in nature, she has an extraordinary flair for the dramatic that adds flavor to life. There’s little in her world that Otis Redding and buttercream icing can’t fix. And of course, coffee always helps too. True story.

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Blurb:
He’s her captor, but the passion he ignites within her is beyond anything she’s ever imagined…

When Bronte Sheridan is kidnapped and taken to an isolated house in the Colorado woods, she is determined to free herself from the wolf, Roark, who claims he is protecting her. As the story unfolds, Bronte is stunned to learn there is truth to his story. And even more shocked to discover the explosive sexual chemistry between them.

Roark needs Bronte for more than sex. She holds the key to saving his family. But what happens when she discovers the true nature of the evil spell that has loomed over the pack for a century? Human and wolf aren’t meant to mix, but the hot sex factor is off-the-charts. Can either of them walk away from the magnetism, and history, that draws them together? Can Bronte ever truly love a half-wolf?

Excerpt:

BRONTE SNUGGLED DEEPER into the nest of pleasing warmth. She’d never felt such comfort.  Stretching her muscles, she sighed languidly as a rush of indulgence whirled through her. The nightmare of being held hostage by an arrogant ass couldn’t even fade the glorious feeling.  No other time had she slept all night.

Rolling over, her face pressed against something iron hard. Inhaling deeply, she froze. Her heart skipped a beat. The smell was familiar—woodsy mixed with mint. And who the hell was breathing in her ear?

Sliding one eye open, she jerked. Shit! She darted across the bed, pulling the red satin sheet with her. The kidnapping wasn’t a dream. The arrogant ass was here, in bed,with her! Worse, she was in his bed and he was sleeping soundly. Damn! He was naked!

She raked her gaze downward, soaking up every inch of his nudity.

Hell, she didn’t want to look at him, but for the life of her, she couldn’t help herself.  Admiring his physique broke some unwritten rule about captive not ogling her captor, but if he wasn’t aware, maybe it wasn’t so wrong. He was the description of perfect male, making her self-conscious of her own less-than-perfect body. From his broad shoulders, over massive chest, narrow waist, and—she jerked her glance away. Oh hell! He was hard and a size that matched every other large part of him.  It was so wrong that such a jerk had a body of Adonis.

“Forget the body,” she whispered. She wondered how he’d gotten naked. She lifted the sheet. And how the hell did I get naked?

She was going to be sick. Stomach twirling, she squeezed the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb. She couldn’t remember anything after he’d pulled out needle and thread and—

Biting back a moan, she held up her bandaged hand. With haste she’d never known, she tore off the white gauzy material. Shit! Shit! Her heart beat faster. She stared at her wounded hand neatly stitched and covered in clear salve. Looking over at the sleeping man, her mind fabricated ways she could teach him a lesson on boundaries, and so proudly flaunting his goods. Her eyes naturally fell to his long cock. She should follow through with a few of her own evil ideas.  Wonder how he’d like a few stitches in his tool?

No use. She was a wimp. At the mere sight of blood she’d probably pass out, and ending up unconscious was the last thing she wanted.

A horrible notion flashed through her mind. Was it possible they had sex? If she was out while he stitched her wound, anything could have happened. She reached down and touched her inner thighs. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, no swelling or sensitivity, and with a cock his size, she’d have physical evidence.

Some tension left her muscles. Although he didn’t violate her, would he next time?

How had he knocked her out? Had he hypnotized her?

There was no time to stick around and debate her questions. She knew this could be her one and only chance to get the hell away.

Bronte gave the sleeping figure one more glance. He still slept. His breathing was heavy and his chest rose and fell evenly. As quietly as possible, she slid to the edge of the bed, eased her legs over the side and placed her feet onto the cool floor.  She stood and wrapped the sheet around her body as she scanned the room for her clothes. They were gone. She guessed Roark had hid them from her, thinking she wouldn’t escape without clothes. Dressed or not, she’d get out of this place. Nudity was nothing compared to spending more time in Roark’s loony bin.

With a quick glimpse over her shoulder to make sure he was still asleep, Bronte started across the room toward the door. She took each tiptoed step with great care, but every breath and every time her foot pressed against the wood, it sounded like an explosion in her ears. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. Her heart fluttered at the possibility of freedom. Reaching the exit, she placed her palm on the knob, twisted and her hope dropped. Nothing happened. It was locked. The bastard! Maybe she could stand the sight of blood, just this once, if it meant getting revenge. She turned on heel and ran into a wall of flesh and muscle. Bringing her gaze up into an expression of pure wickedness, she gulped loudly.

“You didn’t think I’d allow you to walk out of here, did you?” His voice was husky from sleep. He yawned and wiped his eyes.

His laid-back attitude made her want to rip his eyes out. And having him stand there naked and proud, made her fury multiply. How dare he be so smug! “You can’t keep me here forever.”

 “How long you stay is completely up to you, sweetheart. You’re in control more than you think.”

She slanted her eyes, wishing she could shoot daggers into his head. “I’ll never have your child. You said you have plenty of willing women so why not find someone who is eager to have your baby?”

The corner of his lips curved downward. “I also told you that I didn’t pick you.”

Holding the sheet over her with one hand, she used the other to rub her aching temple. It wasn’t possible to have a conversation with someone who was in serious need of mental help.  “Okay, you’ve told me that. You didn’t pick me.” It was no use. “Where are my clothes? I am allowed to wear something, right?” He lowered his eyes over her sheet-covered body and every part of her quivered, in a very bad, but good, way. She tugged the satin material tighter as if it was a shield from his view. He brought his gaze back to hers and his twinkling eyes offended her, yet excited her. She’d need to see a therapist after this.

He laughed. How could he think this was humorous?

“Of course clothes are permitted. That is until you decide you want to frolic naked. It’s such a feeling of freedom, not to mention, without all of that material in the way it’s much easier to gain access to the lovely parts.”

Her face flamed with heat. She wanted to tell him just what she thought, but knew he’d give her some egotistical response. For now, she needed to get dressed. “Clothes? Where are they? White top, black pants.”

       “You can’t wear those.” He turned his back to her and went to the wardrobe. “I’ve already thrown them out.”

“Thrown them out? Why?” Bronte wanted to scream.  She watched him take out clothes from the cabinet, thinking he was going to give her something to wear, but instead he shook out a pair of dark denims and started to put them on. Her eyeballs itched to watch his tight backside, but she refused herself the pleasure. Nope, she wouldn’t do it. But as the jeans moved upward, her gaze went downward. She swore the man was a devil with power. And to top it off, his sex was hard…again. Did it ever deflate? She wondered how he’d fit himself inside the pants?

He turned and she made sure her stare was on his face. “They were spotted with blood.”

“Huh?” Her mind was confused.

“Your clothes. That’s what we were talking about.”

“And whose fault is it that they were bloody?” She huffed.

“Relax, Bronte. That color of pale doesn’t work for you,” he said as he passed her to the door. With his back to her, she wondered if she had time to find something to crack him over the head. She scanned the room until his voice snapped her into reality. “Tsk, tsk. Such brutal thoughts for a wisp of a woman. I’m not sure you could reach high enough. I liked you admiring my body much better.”

She opened her mouth to blast him with a four-letter word when her mind wrapped around the fact that he’d just read her thoughts. Every hair on her body stood erect. It wasn’t the first time he seemed to know what she was thinking.

He looked at her over his shoulder. “Do you think you can behave outside of the confines of this room? I’d hate to tie your wrists again. Touching you is much more tempting when you’re bound and pissed off.” He wriggled his brows.

“You’re unbelievable,” she snarled.

“Unbelievable is not the right word, sweetheart. I haven’t lied to you once to earn that label.” He smirked. “Now, answer the question or I’ll leave you in here until you lose some of that ladylike charm.”

“I deserve answers to my questions as well.” Her strength was weakening. Her hope of getting away was fading. This man had her right where he wanted her, but she refused to give up. Maybe he’d come to his senses.

His jaw loosened and his features softened. “You’re right. In time, you’ll get the answers you want. For now, let’s go to your room. Your new clothes are in there.”

“My room?” The words spilled out like a bitter morsel of veracity. She had a room. He planned to keep her. The madness grew deeper.

He reached above the frame of the door and grabbed the key. She bit her bottom lip.So that was his hiding place. He opened the thick wooden door and stepped back, motioning for her to lead the way into the hall. “Remember what I said, fiery wench. Bounds and defiance are irresistible to me. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment you cocked me in the jaw.”