Blurb: Marco Donati is rich, ruthless--and more often than not--indiscriminate. Interested only in satisfying his sexual needs casually and frequently, he has no intention of changing a thing about his life. Natalie Lambert is alone, broke, and new to the city when a chance encounter leaves her under the power and control of Marco Donati.
Excerpt: Natalie took refuge in the upstairs powder room of the mansion in River Oaks and held her tube of lip-gloss with hands that shook. She desperately tried to control the trembling in her fingers so she could reapply the color to her lips.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew her inner turmoil was well hidden behind a façade of soft silky hair, a sleek designer dress, and perfect make-up that lacked only the gloss she sought to repair.
The door began to open with not even a hint of warning and her eyes flew to the knob that she’d sworn she'd locked. Her breath lodged in her throat as Marco slipped inside, secured the door that she had failed to lock only minutes before, and came to stand behind her in the tiny room.
He pressed his chest against her back, propelling her forward a few inches until she was crowded against the vanity. Her nerves shifted restlessly, and the impact of his body against hers made the lipstick fall from her fingers and land in the sink in front of her.
He caught and held her eyes in the mirror. The furious look on his face jolted her heart and her pulse skittered alarmingly and began pounding in her chest.
He towered over her, the muscles beneath his designer suit corded and strained. His eyes were narrowed and he held his lips tightly closed over teeth she knew were gritted in anger. She struggled to control her features, to keep all expression from her face. She would be damned if she let him see how badly she was hurting. She refused to take responsibility for the scene that had just taken place downstairs; she was innocent of all wrong-doing.
She began to open her mouth to tell him so.
Before she could get one word out, his hand snaked out and covered her mouth and suppressed her words in a grip so ruthless that it made her nostrils flare and her eyes widen in barely controlled panic.
He lowered his mouth to her ear and held her eyes with his while he hissed out his fury. "I told you not to wear this dress." He held her silent and immobilized with one steely arm while his other hand reached in front of her and encapsulated her flesh. He captured her between his finger and thumb and held tightly, just short of pain, in a display of ownership and control.
Natalie sucked in oxygen through her nose and closed her eyes against him and the erotic picture they made in the mirror.
His hands tightened as he continued, "I told you how Kennedy would react if you wore it. He can't keep his eyes off you. . . but when he tried to touch you--" He dropped his hand inside her neckline and delved inside her lace-edged bra until he was holding her breast in a possessive grip. "I knew I shouldn't have let you buy the dress. I'm burning it when we get home."
Natalie held her eyes closed and tried not to be controlled by his intimate touch on her naked flesh. It was almost impossible to fight against. It had been this way since the day she'd met him, and she very much feared it would be this way until the day she died.
"Open your eyes," he growled in her ear.
She didn't comply quickly enough to suit him and his hand dropped from her mouth to land on the pulse beating rapidly in her throat, in a sexually intimidating move. Her eyes flew open at the demanding touch and tangled with his in the mirror as his hands caressed her neck with firm, possessive strokes. She licked her dry lips and tried to get her throat to work. "It's not the dress," she argued softly.
"No, it's not the dress. It's you--" Marcos's Redemption; keywords, contemporary romance, alpha-male romance, billionaire romance
Virtually penniless and enticingly innocent, she soon finds herself at the mercy of Travis Blake. Travis is a hard-working, self-made rancher that has never known love or softness of any kind. His only use for women is sexual, and Selena is caught on his ranch with no way out.
While Selena plots her escape from his control, Travis ruthlessly and methodically tightens his possession and makes it impossible for her to leave.
The struggle that follows is a clash of wills that pits purity against passion, virtue against vice and love against lust.