Authors: Anara Bella
Her voice drifted back to him. “You’ll see.”
Before he could figure out what she was up to, she came back into the
bedroom with the blindfold he’d used on her just hours before swinging between
her fingers.
His gut clenched in anticipation. “What are you planning to do with
that?”
She snapped the strap on the blindfold and suggestively waggled her
eyebrows. “I have
big
plans for this thing. And for you.”
She knelt on the bed beside him with a wicked smile plastered on her face
that set his insides on fire.
“You weren’t planning on putting that on yourself, were you?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
“This is payback, isn’t it?”
She nodded once. “Yup.”
He sighed in resignation and nodded solemnly. “Okay. Do your worst. I can
take it.”
“And you will.”
She covered his eyes, setting the blindfold in place.
Enveloped in complete darkness, Cain couldn’t see a thing, but he felt
the heat from her body, her hands skimming his stomach, the kisses she rained
on his face.
“Lie back and relax.”
He did as she asked without question, but he couldn’t stop himself from
reaching out for her time and again.
She grasped his hands at the wrist and raised them above his head,
manipulating his fingers until they clasped the headboard. The feel of her
tight nipples grazing his chest made his mouth water. “Now don’t let go.” He
felt her straddle his hips. “I have to admit I like you all subservient like
this.”
He growled. “Don’t get used to it.”
She teased his hard cock with a playful lick across the engorged head.
“And what if I do?”
Taking his length into her mouth, she sucked him down deep until he
thought he’d go mad from the pleasure. “Then again, maybe I could grow to like
this after all.”
She pulled back until he popped out of her mouth. “You’d better try
because I’m just getting started.”
Her fingers lovingly cupped his balls before she sucked one into her hot
mouth.
“Oh God.” He valiantly fought the urge to let go and plow his hands into
her hair.
She must have noticed his struggle because the exquisite torture stopped.
He could almost hear the smile in her voice when she whispered into his ear.
“Hang on tight, big boy. Because if you let go, next time I’ll use ropes.”
By day Anara is a mild-mannered writer pounding out stories on her trusty
keyboard. But by night she’s the Domestic Avenger, ready to take on any and all
evil that gets in her way. Okay, so the evils in question are only despicable
dust bunnies and dastardly dirty dishes but they
are
evil. And
diabolically prolific too.
In reality Anara lives a quiet life in the suburbs with her hubby and two
adorable cats.
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Ready or Not
The Trouble with
Curses
Batteries Not
Required
Brazen or Bust
Bound and Determined
Sweet Temptation
Northern Heat: Best
Canadian Erotic Romance Stories
© 2011 Anara Bella
Tagline
Falling for a hot guy is not in her
plans. He’s got a different agenda.
Blurb
Nothing much ever happens in Forsythia Falls—except the only robbery
anyone can remember, which leaves Asia Smith tied up in her grandmother’s
antique shop. Just her luck, her rescuer turns out to be Marcus Thorne, the
single most tempting morsel of male flesh she’s ever encountered. As he unties
her knots, his touch sorely tests her resolve to avoid any involvement with the
male species.
A bestselling author, Marcus is used to women throwing themselves at him.
Asia’s resistance to his charm is a whole new challenge, a temptation he has no
intention of resisting. All he has to do is break down her defenses and get at
the soft, willing woman he suspects is hiding inside.
As chance—and her meddling grandmother—throw them together, Asia tries to
remember why she shouldn’t just follow her friends’ advice to jump on Marcus
and ride him until she can’t see straight. In one storm-swept night, she throws
caution to the wild wind and savors pleasures she’d almost forgotten.
Except some old hurts just won’t stay in the past. Marcus peels away her
inhibitions with sizzling ease. But now comes the biggest challenge of
all—winning her trust.
Warning: This book contains a
resistant damsel in distress, a sexy-as-hell hero who can cook, adventures with
rope, great food, and oodles of red-hot sex.
Excerpt for
Bound and Determined:
He moved to unbutton her top and she jerked back, trying to push his
hands away. “What do you think you’re d-doing?”
His face was as black and stormy as the clouds outside. “I’m trying to
keep you from catching your death of a cold. We have to get your clothes off
and get you under the flow of hot water to warm you up. Besides, you’re covered
in mud. We both are.”
She looked down and realized he was right. Her hands and legs, as well as
her clothes, were covered in splotches of mud that even the torrential rain
hadn’t been able to wash off. Leave it to her to get covered in mud and get it
all over him too. She acquiesced and let him continue.
He had finally managed to unbutton her top and was pulling it past her
shoulders when she realized with horror that he could see her nipples through
the now see-through wet fabric of her bra. With great difficulty, fighting with
the resistant wet fabric and her incessant shivering, she pulled her arms free
of the sleeves.
And shoved his hands away again. “I c-can do the rest m-myself.”
He leaned back and held up his hands. “Prove it. If you can, I’ll leave
the rest up to you.”
She threw him a dirty look and reached for the zipper on her skirt. It
took a great deal of effort but she managed to capture the zipper’s tab and
tug, but the damn thing wouldn’t budge.
After watching her struggle with it for a bit, he made an impatient sound
and pushed her hands out of the way. “I’ll do it.”
In no time he had the zipper down, put his arm around her and lifted her
enough to slip her skirt off. And, oh God, now she was standing there, holding
onto the towel bar with one hand for support, wearing nothing but see-through
underwear that showed everything she owned.
And Marcus had noticed.
Boy
, had he noticed.
His heated gaze rested on her nipples, making them swell even more than
they already had been from the cold, then it flicked down to the apex of her
thighs. She no longer had any secrets from Marcus Thorne, that was for sure.
He swallowed. His fingers twitched as if wanting to reach out and touch
her. Instead, he swiped his hands over his face to get rid of the water still
dripping down. When his gaze met hers, his pupils were black with ferocious
intent.
Heat flared to life between her thighs and she couldn’t look away. His
hot gaze flicked down to her pebbled nipples again, and damned if she wasn’t
getting wet in a whole new place.
He reached out and ran his knuckles across her hardened nipples, and
suddenly she wasn’t shivering from the cold anymore but rather because of his
caressing touch.
Her breath caught and held as she watched him lean down and brush his
lips across one nipple, then take it into his mouth, fabric and all.
He sucked. Hard.
Her pussy clenched.
God, she’d forgotten how good this could feel. She clung to the towel bar
for dear life, not because of her ankle but because she was afraid she’d topple
over if she didn’t. The dull throb in her ankle had all but disappeared. Either
that or she was feeling no pain right now, which was entirely possible, because
the only sensation she was aware of was his lips on her breast making her all
hot and shivery inside.
She resented the barrier of fabric like she’d never resented anything
else. Before she could verbalize it, he reached behind her and with a deft
flick of his wrist undid the hooks. Her bra slid down and hit the floor.
She knew she should put a stop to what he was doing but couldn’t seem to
make herself do it. The next instant his tongue circled her right nipple before
he took it into his hot mouth, sucking and licking, while his hand cupped her
left breast, massaging it to delicious sensitivity.
All at once, stopping him was the last thing on her mind.
Awash in need, she suddenly realized just how much she’d missed being
with a man in this way. How much she’d missed sex. Nothing short of an
earthquake would have made her move from that spot. And maybe not even that.
While he kissed and suckled her breasts, his hands skimmed past her waist
and continued on down her hips and thighs, dragging her underwear in their
wake. The next second, he trailed his fingers through her nether curls and she
sucked in a harsh breath.
She hung on a precipice of anticipation.
He was so close. All she wanted was for his fingers to breach that final
inch, to touch her where she needed his touch the most. But he persisted in
teasing her, coming closer and closer, so close but not close enough.
“God, just touch me already.”
© 2009 Anara Bella
Tagline
Wanted: One wild fling, orgasmic satisfaction guaranteed.
Blurb
In Dana Appleby’s experience, really bad, boring sex and long-term
relationships seem to go hand-in-hand. Enough is enough. She’s now on a mission
and her main objective is finding excitement in the bedroom. And she knows just
who she wants to give it to her: Reese Cooper.
Short-term relationships are Reese’s specialty—and so is sex. Dana’s
proposal to have a little fling is right up his alley, but things go awry when
he starts to realize short-term isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And suddenly
the idea of Dana moving onto someone else doesn’t appeal one bit.
So, what’s a guy to do? The only thing he can do. Set out to show Dana
that long-term doesn’t necessarily mean boring. Not with relationships—and
definitely not with sex.
Warning: This book contains graphic sex, a scorching office quickie and
the teensiest bit of newbie handcuff play. Please note: Batteries not included
with this book. But don’t worry, you won’t need any.
Excerpt for
Batteries Not Required:
A part of him knew he was a complete bastard for giving in to his carnal
desires like this. Knowing what he knew about her, there was a good chance he
might regret it, as might she. But this was what she said she wanted, and he
sure as hell wanted it too. If he was going to give in, he’d make damn sure she
enjoyed the ride.
He broke the kiss and took in her flushed face and sparkling eyes. Both
of them fought for breath, a mute testament to how worked up they were. There
was something about her sweetness that set him on fire. It appeared as if he
did the same for her. Thank God, because he didn’t think he could hold out much
longer.
Inspiration struck. She said she wanted excitement, something different
and he knew just how to provide it.
He nuzzled her ear, then nipped it. “Put your hands on the back of the
couch.”
Her eyes went wide with surprise. Then she gave him a shy, uncertain
smile that tugged at his heartstrings. He wondered at the unfamiliar sensation
but was distracted when he saw the shyness give way to timid intrigue. It
totally enchanted him.
Because that shift was more significant than her doing what he’d asked.
Her curiosity and willingness to try things captivated him as nothing else
could. And managed to surprise him yet again. Something she seemed to be very
good at.
She turned and placed her hands on the couch as requested, then looked
back at him with slumberous eyes and a coy smile. “Like this?”
The sight of her bent over, with her perfect ass displayed just for him
almost brought him to his knees.
God, she’s beautiful
. “Exactly like that.”
Without thought, he knelt to kiss and taste each soft, smooth globe with
sensual pleasure. She shivered in response to the intimate touch. The scent of
her arousal was intoxicating, exhilarating him beyond words. He couldn’t believe
she was already so turned on. Just from a kiss.
It was beyond him, how this incredibly sexy woman had been unsatisfied
sexually in her previous relationships. She’d obviously had bad luck in her
choice of lovers.
Until now. Because that was about to change. He’d make sure of it.
He ran his hands down the outsides of her satiny-smooth legs and skimmed
his knuckles back up the insides, coaxing her legs apart as he went. Her thighs
were as silky-soft as her ass and he couldn’t resist taking a nip, tasting the
delicate skin with his tongue. His reward was a deep, throaty moan letting him
know she liked what he was doing.
His fingers skimmed the barely covered sensitive flesh between her legs,
eliciting another intensely satisfying moan. Without any effort on her part,
she had his cock hard as a rock and aching with need.
He stood, brushed her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck. “How am
I doing so far?”
The shuddering breath she took told him everything he needed to know even
before she uttered a word. “I don’t know if I’m going to burn up or melt.”