“Maybe you’re not getting the bigger picture here,” he said
with a harsh laugh, turning around to face her. “Let’s get one thing straight.”
She gasped when he strode up purposefully and pinned her
against the wall with his body, lifting her arms above her head and holding
them securely at the wrists with one hand. He leaned in predatorily, his eyes
so close she could drown in them.
“I’m not going anywhere,
Shakespeare,” he said against her mouth. “You’re mine, and I’m invested in what we have together. Whatever this is,
whatever game he’s playing, we’re
going to figure it out.”
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Description:
Dreams are the perfect shelter for our fantasies, safe havens to step inside without changing our daily lives. For Lark Braithwaite, all that is about to change. During the last six months, Lark has dreamt of a mysterious Irish lover who knows what she wants and gives her exactly what she needs. In her waking life in busy London, things aren’t as ideal, as her long-term relationship with Charles, her controlling fiancé, has hit a dry spell.
When Lark is called home to Oregon for her father’s funeral right in the middle of a high-stakes corporate merger, she heads back to face the demons from her past. What she doesn’t expect is to meet her dream lover in the flesh. Niall O’Hagan steps straight out of her fantasies and right into her life, and the powerful connection they share rocks her foundation. Although she's dealing with the bitterness of being betrayed by Charles and his jealousy, Niall soon stirs Lark’s awareness of the superficiality of her existence and reawakens not only her sexuality, but her soul.
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Excerpt:
Large, strong hands slid around the curves of her waist.
She’d smelled his earthy aftershave when he entered the kitchen. Since the
first time she met him, she always knew when he was in a room with her.
Niall set his cell phone on the counter and drew close
behind her as she placed the pan she’d scrubbed into the drying rack. He traced
his fingers down her left arm, humming against her hair. She closed her eyes,
enjoying being held close.
“I want to take you out.”
She smiled as she ran some warm water from the tap. “They
have hit men for that, you know.”
He laughed low and rubbed the tip of his nose against the
back of her loose hair. “I do my own dirty work. Hit men are overrated.” He
rested his chin on the top of her head. “That’s cute, though. Where’s your
mam?”
“In the shower. You want some breakfast?”
“A kiss’ll do,” he said, trying to turn her to face to him.
She giggled, resisting. She had dragon breath. “You don’t
want to kiss me right now. Trust me. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” She
dodged him when he tried again, turning her head. Niall reached over her and
shut off the faucet. He turned her around and put his hand on the side of her
neck.
“No, don’t. Morning breath is hot.”
She snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“It is. I’ll show
you how much.”
He smirked and trailed his hand down to unbutton the front
of her dress. He hit the fourth button, and it slid from her shoulders onto the
floor with a gentle whisper. Lark took off the dishwashing gloves and tried to
pick up the dress, but he grasped her hips, turned around with her, and walked
her purposefully backward to the kitchen table.
“What are you, like, a button ninja? Niall, my mom’s
upstairs taking a shower!”
He wasn’t listening. His twinkling eyes focused on her lace
bra and panties. He loosened his tie and yanked it off over his head, then
swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor.
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