His for the Weekend will be released this Friday.
I'm so happy.
Here's a blurb:
Cassandra Adams has a problem and
its name is Marcus DeLuca. The man is quite determined to have her--on his
terms. Cassie has had enough of domineering men in her life, yet she's drawn to
strong, virile Marcus. Tempted to get that man out of her system once and for
all, she agrees that she will be his for a weekend only--but then
he must leave her alone forever.
Marcus will do anything to get
sexy, non-committal Cassie into his arms, into his bed--failure is not an
option. He wants nothing more than to keep Cassie in his life, but he
senses a secret that keeps her from being able from committing--from
submitting--to any man. Will Marcus's special brand of domination free her to
be his for more than a weekend?
And an Excerpt:
“I can’t
take this anymore.” Her voice was whisper soft, but he heard the words as clear
as if she had shouted them.
His heart
leaped—now he could prove to her there was more to him than a co-worker and
give their relationship a chance. “What are you willing to give me?”
Her head
snapped up and she gnawed on her lip. “Twenty-four hours.”
“Not
enough. A hundred and twenty.”
Her mouth
opened then closed. Her gaze darted left, then right, before settling back on
his face. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head. A good sign—she
was willing to be his.
“Too long.
Forty-eight.”
He stood and crossed over to her. He needed to be close to
her as they negotiated. “Still not enough. Ninety-six uninterrupted hours with
you.”
Her nose
scrunched up and her lashes swept down, cutting off the view of her expressive
eyes. “Sixty—six tonight until six Monday morning.”
He noted
the stubborn set to her chin. It wasn’t ideal, but he could do it. He would not
fail in winning her over. Leaning close, he whispered, “I’ll take it.”
She
exhaled, lashes rising until she stared at him. “What are the ground rules?”
“There are
none.”
Her eyes
widened. Oh, yes, he had her now and he wasn’t letting go.
“No
barriers. No rules.”
Her
shoulders dipped, then straightened. She acted like she was preparing for a
battle, but it would be a battle of sex. “All right, but when the sixty hours
are done, we’re finished. I mean it. No flowers, no gifts, no mention of this
weekend. Ever.”
Without
another word, she spun on her heels to walk out of his office.
He was
quick to cross the room. He captured her by the shoulders, bringing her to a
halt. His lips brushed her ear and a shiver shook her. “Remember what I said at
the party?”
She didn’t
answer him, but her swift intake of breath was the only answer he needed.
“You
belong to me.”
“I belong
to no man.”
He slid
his hands down her arms, past her clenched fists and encircled her waist,
bringing her back flush against his
chest, her breathing shallow.
She didn’t
struggle, not even when he tilted his hips, letting her know how much she
aroused him.
“You will belong to me. I promise.”
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On Friday you can buy the book by clicking here
Have a great week.
