I’m ecstatic to announce, that TIED TO HIM: THE BILLIONAIRE’S BECK AND CALL, BOOK THREE is now live in the following stores:
Barnes and Noble
This is the complete novel all in one package, thanks to YOU, my smart, sexy readers, telling me how you wanted it. You spoke, and I listened. It’s a beautiful thing!
Jackson Pierce is a man with a secret…
Becoming Governor isn’t in the cards for billionaire and former D.A. Jackson Pierce unless he can squelch the unsavory rumors flying around. He’s not ashamed of his bad boy past being a dominant at a BDSM club, but he knows the revelation could ruin his political career before it even begins.
He’s skeptical of his campaign advisor’s idea–find a do-gooder wife to give him a more respectable image–until he meets Rose Turner, a former foster kid working in a local community center. Compassionate, feisty and passionate about helping troubled youth, she’s perfect for his needs. But as they get to know one another, his feelings for her grow all too real.
Rose Turner can’t take another heartbreak, not after being abandoned by everyone she ever loved. When she accepts Jackson’s proposal, she vows to keep her distance, but the more she gets to know him, the more she wants to let him in. But trust doesn’t come easy–if he wants it, he’ll have to earn it.
As the two draw closer, threats roll in: if Jackson doesn’t flip on education reform, a blackmailer will expose the fake marriage, ruining his career and tarnishing Rose’s reputation. But if he gives in, funding for the community center will be cut, and Rose’s kids will lose it all. With everything on the line, he must make an impossible decision as the clock runs down.
What’s a man of principle to do when everything he believes in falls apart?
And a sizzling excerpt, just for you!
When he kissed me, my world stopped turning. Time froze, and I lost myself, my worry, my sorrow, my doubt running off me like rainwater as his lips met mine, his hands wrapping in my hair, pulling me to him. He tasted like sweet wine, his mouth soft and hot and urgent, his chin dusted with new stubble, rough and masculine against my skin.
I parted my lips, my heart thudding in my chest, my mind a blank, all of my sadness flying away as quickly as it came, memories fleeting against the strength of this moment. Against the strength of his arms, holding me tight.
Popcorn tumbled to the floor as we came together, our bodies pressing close as he tugged me onto his lap, the throw pillow falling off to the side. I wrapped my arms around his neck, breathless, feeling like I was drowning in him, but refusing to come up for air. I dug my fingers into his short hair, nails scraping his scalp, loving the way our hearts beat together, our breathing now thick. Heavy.
He groaned and ran his tongue over my bottom lip, making me shiver.
I felt his arousal beneath me and gasped. A voice deep inside my mind whispered This is wrong! You’re going to get hurt, Rose! but I couldn’t stop the energy between us. And what’s more, I didn’t want to. I was swept away on a current of impulsivity, of lust and heat. And something more…
Jackson was like me.
He understood what so many couldn’t. From the look on his face, I knew what he’d implied, but didn’t have to say. He felt like as much of an orphan as I was. Even though he had everything money could buy, he didn’t have what he wanted most. Someone who loved him unconditionally.
Pain and pleasure came together as we shared a breath, our kisses now desperate and rough. His teeth scraped my lip, and it was my turn to join my tongue with his, to taste him, to let myself explore him, his scent filling my nostrils, the feel of his mouth on mine more intoxicating than any wine.
He pressed me back onto the cushions and moved over me, his lips on my neck now, hot and wet, making me moan with each touch, each delicious sensation. He pressed his body between my thighs, his stiffness rubbing against me now, the cotton and silk between us feeling like nothing as his heat covered me. I wriggled beneath him, grinding against him, sighing wantonly as my core ached, pulsing with need, tingling with pleasure, the friction making me wild for him.
I wanted more.
I tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt, and he sat up, yanking it up over his head. He paused for a moment, panting, his dark eyes animalistic, hungry, almost frightening in the dim light. I’d never seen him like this, so out of control, and the sight of his gorgeous, muscular body, tanned and fit, made me want to give up my control as well. To release my fear and doubt and give myself fully to this moment with him.
Just for one night. Just for one night, I would do the wrong thing without second guessing myself. Without guilt. Without worry about what the future may hold.
Because it felt so damn right, I didn’t think I could stop if I wanted to.
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