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Stealing a first class ticket was a risk, but it was one I couldn’t afford not to take. Worst case scenario, I’d sit in airport jail for a while and then try again, right?
Wrong.
The man I stole from isn’t just any first class passenger. Turns out, he owns the whole damn airline.
And now he owns me.
For the next eighteen hours, I earn my passage through humiliating punishments that leave me begging for more. And for a moment, I allow myself to believe it won’t end when we land in Tahiti. But there is nowhere I can go where my past won’t find me, and when it does, Daddy is the only one who can save me.
The only question is, will he still want me once he learns the truth about why I ran?
EXCERPT:
I splashed water on my face and took some deep breaths. Feeling better, I opened the door and almost
ran into Alexander, who was waiting on the other side.
“Oh, uh sorry, I’ll get out of your way.” I tried to slip past him, but he gripped my arm.
“As I said, I punish naughty girls, and you, my little stowaway, are very naughty indeed. Back inside, it’s
time for your spanking. I fully plan on you feeling my displeasure for the next eighteen hours.” I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say.
Alexander’s words sent a spike of desire through me, and I know my body gave me away because he was grinning like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland at my reaction. He turned me around and gently pushed me back through the doorway.
“But, but, uh, I could pay you back?” I was scrambling for a way out, humiliated by the idea of being punished like a child.
“I don’t need your money; besides I know you don’t have any, or else why steal a ticket? Do you even know where Tahiti is? What type of world you’re flying into?” He turned us to face the mirror as he spoke. Alexander stood nearly a foot taller than me, and his face was visible above mine. I noticed several things at once, the height difference between us, his gorgeous but determined look, and my flaming red cheeks, along with my dilated pupils. My panties were wet, and as he pinned me in front of him, his hard length pressed into my back.
I felt like I was watching a movie and was fascinated by the two main characters—us. Alexander’s eyes were almost the same color as his pre-flight drink, amber, and could shift from soft to hard in a nanosecond. His eyes weren’t the only noteworthy thing about his face. He had a chiseled jawline, and his thick brown hair was swept back, giving him a no-nonsense image. And his mouth… while he had beautiful lips, they were currently turned slightly downwards in a disapproving manner. If his body language was created to make me squirm, it was working. I felt like the naughty girl he accused me of being.
“What are you running from, Toni?”
ExcerptAt water’s edge, I try to let the cool evening breeze wash away my anxieties. I barely hear myself or understand myself as I say the words I’m asked to repeat.Two words, for sure, I know by heart.By my heart."I do."You may now kiss your bride.There’s a lingering kiss, a wandering hand. He’s as needy as I am and I smile against his lips for letting himself feel it.Clapping and cheering, teasing and laughter erupt all around us as we turn and face the world together. The scattered faces of all our friends are a blur, but I can tell they’re happy to take part in the ceremony.Happy for us.A declaration of matrimony is made, then we’re hurrying through the small crowd.People toss rice; they blow bubbles.The rest of it, I hardly remember.The dance.The kiss.The cake.It’s all in fast forward.I hope someone’s getting it on video.The car ride at the end of the night is as swift as it’s not even happening.I watch landscapes speed by, clouds swirl.My mind wanders.Three words bring me back to him."You're mine now." His voice is low and vulnerable, rough and sultry.I always was.A soft glow shimmers from a window as we pull up to our new home and I shiver from anticipation.He whisks me into his arms. He carries me across the threshold. He gazes at me with nothing but adoration.His smile is disarming. His lips even more so as they travel along my jaw, underneath the soft curls that dangle against the back of my neck, then finally, near the upward tilted corners of my mouth.He’s everywhere.Soft fabrics fill the bedroom. Against the windows, on the floor, in our bed. Deep purples and reds. Sheer curtains ripple from the breeze like they’re reaching out to me.Candles flicker and dance. Their scents romanticize the mood, as though it needs any help."I want you,” he murmurs.You have me. Forever.Clothes are gone in an instant. He hovers over me, trailing soft, tender, needy kisses. He follows a map of some sort to my lips.The backs of his fingers graze my skin. Along the dip between my breasts, then my belly, between my legs, stopping when I squirm and giggle.Wrinkles crease at the edges of his eyes as he grins down at me. My heart wants to burst.Oh, the intensity in that smile.I know him.Better than he knows himself."I'll always protect you,” he promises.I believe him.His fingers trace. They tease. They dip. They do things I’ve never known fingers can do.I gasp from the overwhelming bliss of it all."So good," he whispers in my ear. The stubble from his beard scratches lightly against my cheek.I agree. “So good.”Soft, desperate hums raise flesh along my shoulders, down my back. Experienced hands guide my body, leaving me breathless underneath him."I will always love you."I'll hold you to that.He presses himself against me, and I meet him, hungry for more.Then I beg him to stay.He answers like he always does."I can't."Not again.The beginnings of loss prick at the corners of my eyes. I hold on to him for dear life. I can’t stifle the sounds that escape me as his strong arms surround me, making promises I know better than to hold true.Colors fade.Soft touches subside.Scents diminish.And then he's gone.xxxMy eyes flutter open. I wipe away the tears.My thighs tighten and I throb between them as consciousness creeps back.I breathe in and out. I roll to my side. I sigh as morning glints through the trees.I try to recall details, but it’s useless.I can never quite make out his face, only the sound of his voice. What I imagine it sounds like, anyway. Just thinking about it now makes me shiver underneath the covers.It’s been haunting me for weeks.Every time, he sweeps me off my feet. Every time, he loves me. Every time, he leaves me.“Ugh.”"Sydney!" Even from down the stairs and out the door, I can hear my grandmother calling me, as clear as if she’s in my room.I force myself out of the warmth of my bed with a stretch and a yawn. No need to check the time. Gran is my alarm clock.I peer down at her from my window and watch her for a moment. She’s always told me to listen to my subconscious, to try and hear what it’s telling me, but honestly, even I have to laugh as I think about it.What can a reoccurring sex scene be trying to tell me other than, “you really need to get laid”?She catches me spying down at her, and Gran summons me in her typical way. Two fingers placed strategically inside her lips, then a whistle that’s louder than those old air raid sirens from back in the fifties.I roll my eyes but smile. I wave to her to let her know I'll be down soon to help with breakfast. Then I push the imaginary stranger out of my thoughts and head for the shower, feeling silly.After all, it was just a dream.
From award-winning and international best-selling author Melanie A. Smith comes a steamy holiday murder-mystery romance with a psychic twist.
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Holidays should be filled with cheer…
CJ Roberts just wants to be a normal girl, have a normal job, normal friends, maybe even a normal boyfriend. Unfortunately, she’s about as far from normal as it gets, because she can See the future. And like two sides of a coin, her twin brother, Matt, can See the past. Sounds like a neat party trick, right? Actually, it’s frustrating and sometimes even dangerous. And if the past is any indicator, CJ can’t do much to change what she Sees.
Drew Davies lives and breathes his job as a chef at one of the hottest restaurants in San Francisco. He’s content to focus on his craft, and dating has always been on the back burner. That is, until he meets CJ. When sparks fly, things heat up quickly between them. It’s an unexpected but welcome connection as the holidays approach.
But just as hope blooms, CJ has a vision that changes everything. She doesn’t know how it will happen, but she knows Drew is going to die. Now she’s left with a decision: Does she risk exposing herself to save Drew, or does she play it safe and let fate deal its hand? Secrecy has protected her until now, but can she really do nothing when the life of the man she’s falling for hangs in the balance?
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EXCERPT:
“I’m Chef Davies,” he introduces himself. His voice is just as warm as his smile, and deep enough to send chills down my spine. “And I hear you need some help picking a main course.”
I stare dumbly at him for another few moments before collecting myself. I resist the urge to slide my hand into his. As much as I want to touch him, experience has taught me that what I might See will make me even more awkward than I already am naturally.
“I’m CJ Roberts,” I reply, blushing down at his hand. “And I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I don’t shake hands.” I’m so used to saying the words without remorse, but this time is different, and I’m worried about offending him.
“It’s nice to meet you CJ Roberts who doesn’t shake hands,” he replies, withdrawing his hand and sinking into the chair to my left. I look up to see him leaning in and smiling winningly, and if it’s possible to blush harder, I do. “Is it okay to ask what CJ stands for?”
His proximity makes my cheeks burn hotter by the second. “Catherine Jane,” I murmur, looking up into his eyes.
“Catherine Jane,” he replies slowly, as if tasting the words.
“Chef Davies,” I reply teasingly, folding my hands in my lap.
He laughs, deep and booming. “Okay, I guess you can call me Drew. Short for Andrew.” He grins, and I notice a dimple on his left cheek. “Now. Salmon versus halibut?”
I take a deep breath and nod, refocusing. It’s not easy. Being this close to him, trying to have a normal conversation, takes everything I’ve got. It would help if I weren’t so gawky to begin with, but here we are.
He gestures to the bread. “Have a bite. Then try the salmon again.”
I do as he asks. I go to lift the fork to my mouth, and he reaches to stop me. Instinctively, I pull back and look at him, wide-eyed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says huskily, with a sexy smile that makes me melt under his stare. “Just … I was going to tell you to close your eyes.” Then he clears his throat, as if suddenly aware of the intimacy that’s bubbled between us.
I breathe through my nose, close my eyes, and take a bite. The subtle flavor sings under the lime dressing. I can’t help the groan that slips out of my mouth. My eyes fly open self-consciously to find Drew staring at me with an inscrutable expression.
I swallow hard. “Sorry,” I say. “It’s just so good.”
A smile tugs at his lips. “Thank you,” he replies. His eyes flick down to the bread, then back up to me. “Now, bread, then halibut. Eyes closed.”
Something about his quiet command makes me blush again, but I comply. The firm, slightly sweet fish has a mushroom sauce that complements it nicely. But I realize it doesn’t have the heartiness and the punch of the salmon. This time when I open my eyes, I know exactly what I want.
“Salmon. Hands down.” My eyes meet his. “You’re good.”
He gives a shrug. “I’ve done this a time or three,” he replies nonchalantly. Coming from anyone else it would sound arrogant. But he’s got a humility that is ridiculously endearing.
“What would you have chosen?” I ask curiously.
His answering grin is so gorgeous it practically makes me dizzy. “Life’s too short for absolutes. Salmon for lunch, halibut for dinner, I say.”
“Well, if I could cook like you, I’d probably say the same,” I admit. “Or, if I could cook at all.”
He leans forward on the table. “Well nobody’s perfect,” he replies. Our eyes meet for a moment, and I let myself stare back. The small space between us practically crackles with energy.
Author Info
Melanie A. Smith is the best-selling author of The Safeguarded Heart Series and other contemporary romance fiction. Originally from upstate New York, she spent most of her childhood in the San Francisco Bay Area before moving to Los Angeles for college. After that, she spent almost fifteen years in the Seattle Area, and now lives in the Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas with her family.
A voracious reader and lifelong writer, Melanie’s writing began at a young age with short stories and poetry. Having completed a bachelor of science in electrical engineering at the University of California, Los Angeles, and a master’s in business administration at the University of Washington, her writing abilities were mainly utilized for technical documents as a lead engineer for the Boeing Company, where she worked for ten years.
After shifting careers to domestic engineering and property management in 2015, she eventually found a balance where she was able to return to writing fiction.
Melanie is also a Mensan and enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, and driving with the windows down and the stereo cranked up loud.
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