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Please join me in participating in this fun-filled blog hop. For your reading pleasure, below is an excerpt of my novelette Captive.

Max gathered her close and quickly wrapped one strong arm around her.

She yelped. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking what’s mine.” His right hand encircled her waist.

His strong powerful arms around her felt glorious. He held her as if she were the most precious artifact. This is how it should always be with them.

“You’re such a male chauvinist.” She teased.

“I think you like it,” Max said with a sly smile.

Max’s hands skimmed down her lower back. His eyelids lowered to slits over his enlarged, dark, lust-filled pupils.  In a brazen move, she slipped her hand and cupped him. A hissing sound emitted from him. This proved to her that Max was just as affected by her as she was by him.

With his body, he guided her until she was up against his desk. “Your scent,” he whispered, “I know that aroma well.”

With a slight tilt of his head, Max brushed his lips against hers once… twice.

Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue dipped inside her mouth. She perched her hips on the desk and several books and folders crashed onto the floor. Neither one flinched.

He urged, “Lift your leg.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said.


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