You Don’t Own Me
By: Georgia LeCarre
An Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 19, 2016

Blurb

Dahlia

I knew I should have listened to my inner voice. I should never have said yes to helping out my friend, but I did, and the Russian with the dangerous eyes shocked me by how easily he stirred outrageous desires in my body and made me lose complete control. I did the only thing I could. I walked (all right, I ran) away to the sound of his cheap parting shot, ‘you'll be back when you need my help.’

But I haven’t been able to run away from him in my dreams. God knows I’ve tried. Then something unthinkable happens. My sister goes missing while on a backpacking trip, and the ruthless predator is the only one who can help.

He sits in his study, a beautiful, powerful man with eyes cold enough to freeze my blood.

He says he can help, but nothing is for free …

Zane

She ran like a spooked deer, but I always knew she’d be back.

Now she thinks she can just waltz in here and pretend like nothing’s happened. I'm not buying that bullshit. We both know why she's here and what she really wants from me.

She can't get my taste out of her mind.

She wants me to satisfy the aching desires that have gripped her body ever since I made her cum on my fingers. Every time she closes her eyes she thinks of what I could do to her.

But I'm not a man given to doing favors. I'm an opportunist. There's always a price for my help.

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Excerpt

As soon as we are alone I lose my shit. This, as far as I am concerned, is the last straw. I’m out of here. I’ve had enough. I didn’t sign up for this bullshit. The deal was he doesn’t do anything I don’t like, or the deal is off. He just did something I detest. I absolutely will not allow him or any other man to talk to me like that. No matter how hungry my body is for him, I simply won’t allow such abuse. Maybe I’m not built to be someone’s sex toy. I’m too independent and free-spirited to be anybody else’s side kick. He can go find himself another pliable sex toy to bully.

‘You’re an arrogant bastard, Zane. How dare you speak to me like that in front of other people?’ I fume, striding towards the door.

He stands in my way magnificent and menacing. ‘I’ll speak to you how I like. I own you.’

I gasp. ‘Well, I’ve got news for you. You don’t own me.’

‘Yes, I fucking do,’ he snarls. His arm shoots out and he yanks me to him.

My new shoes lift off the ground and my body slams into his, knocking all the wind from my lungs. Stunned, I stare up into his furious face. There is a muscle ticking at the side of his jaw. His eyes are impenetrable as his head swoops down, and his lips crush mine in a hungry kiss.

His mouth is hot and wild.

Intoxicated, I open my mouth and emit a low moan. H is tongue forces its way in instantly. The kiss is my salvation and my torment. It is more than anything I could have imagined. It is magic; like that time I sat on a hill right in the middle of a summer storm and saw the lightning crash through the sky and felt it in my veins.

He draws my tongue into his mouth and sucks on it. I feel as I am floating on air. No matter what happens after this, I know I will carry the memory of this first kiss for the rest of my life. I will die with it still on my lips.

Like an addict my arms reach up and tangle helplessly around his strong neck.