Title The Horse List
Author Anna Lores
Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
Publisher Blooming Cactus Publishing, LLC
She wants a partner for a sensual journey. He wants a wife. Will a naughty list of wishes give them both what they want?
As her ex-husband stalks her, Ava Black counts the days until she moves to her hometown. But, she must complete her secret list of desires before she leaves town or she may never have another opportunity.
Steamy billionaire Eric North could be the perfect partner, but she’d have to trust him to protect her in and out of the bedroom. And he’d need to share her for one titillating encounter.
His stormy, blue eyes scanned her systematically from her flip-flops, up her bare legs, over her shorts, and lingered on her chest before stopping at her eyes. “You were late.”
“Yes, sir. I was.” Warmth sluiced over her flesh like a gentle caress from his visual inspection. She wasn’t getting involved with him. It wasn’t her fault he was grouchy. Whatever got him in his mood, wasn’t her problem.
Avoiding any contact with Eric, she walked to the door to leave.
Both men followed her.
“So how did it go?” Genuine curiosity underlined Eric’s bored tone. He slipped in front of her and opened the door to the hallway with the elevator, crowding her so she had to walk closer to him.
“Fine.” She walked straight through the open elevator doors and pressed the lobby button on the shiny pewter panel, hoping he’d end the inquisition. She lowered her eyes to the marble floor.
“Allergies?” His black, Italian leather shoes came into view as he stepped into the elevator beside her.
“Not that I’m aware of.” Her body hummed and surged with desire being so close to him. Doctor Hotness had nothing on Eric. Eric was a freaking erupting volcano and she wanted him to erupt in her. Dang, she wanted him so badly. She didn’t want to go and buy a vibrator when everything inside screamed for him to be the one to give her that first orgasm and more.
The doors to the elevator closed, leaving her alone with the man she wanted to add to her Horse List.
The heat of his body encroached on her personal space. His fingers brushed an errant lock of wet hair that fell from her braid behind her ear. He leaned in, closing his hands around her hips as she backed up against the wall. His lips pressed softly against her ear, sending a shiver through her, curling her toes. “Ava, are you single, available, unattached?”
“Divorced,” she squeaked out.
The elevator doors opened, but he held her there, his hands on her hips, his lips on her ear. “Good.” He sucked in the lobe of her ear. “You’ve earned a reward, Ava.” His strong hands tightened on her hips.
She moaned as everything wrong in her life faded into the background. She was in Eric’s world, imagining those masculine hands lifting her up, slipping beneath her pants and... Crap. I’m not doing this. I don’t need a man screwing with my head again.
Her hands trembled as she covered his hands with her own. “Not happening, Mr. North.” She pushed his hands away from her. It shouldn’t have been so hard to make her limbs move from her position, but it was. It was darn hard.
He stepped forward, blocking her from leaving as if he were protecting her. “It’s Mr. North now, Ava?” The smooth, freshly shaven skin of his cheek brushed up against her in a slow, sweeping arch from the curve of her neck to her cheek. He took her hands and held them over her head, pinning her against the cool, marble wall of the elevator. “
It is, Mr. North. Please call me Ms. Black.” Her voice was low and sexy and geez, it was a slightly shaky. She wasn’t a virgin. She shouldn’t be that nervous around a man. But, then again, he was nothing like any man she’d met before. He exuded charisma and power without even trying. He, so close to her, made her ache for things she knew she couldn’t have.
“But I like your first name, Ava. I like the way it rolls off my tongue when I say it…Ava.”
“This is inappropriate, Mr. North. You’re only going to give me a tattoo,” she said, barely getting her volume over a whisper. Her blood burned in her veins from his close proximity, from his demanding hold on her. She needed air. She was going to faint from all the oxygen in the small space getting sucked into his fire.
“Ms. Black.” He stepped back and leaned his torso forward, gently pressing his forehead against hers. “If you think all I’m giving you is a tattoo, you’re as naïve as a child.”
She kept her eyes averted, readying for the lie she kept telling herself. “All I want is a tattoo, Eric. You seem to be the only person in a hundred-mile radius that can give me one. I don’t want more from you.” She ducked down, pulled out of his tender hold on her wrists, and slipped out of the elevator. It wasn’t the most mature thing to do, but she sprinted at top speed through the door to her car to get as far away from him as possible, immediately recognizing the problem with the hot, demanding man. She wanted everything from him—sex, marriage, kids. That was never happening. Not in Compass, Illinois. Not with Eric North. Probably not ever if her ex-husband had anything to do with it.
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An avid romance reader, Anna Lores started writing steamy romance novels as a by-product of insomnia. One night, with a nudge from her husband to write a book, Anna borrowed her son's laptop and set about breathing life to her very own characters. After a month, she was surprised with a new laptop of her own to pursue her dreams of writing sensual happily ever afters. The desire to fill her world with wonderful stories she and her close friends could not just talk about but gush over, keeps Anna's fingers racing to keep up with her imagination. As the rest of the house is sleeping peacefully, Anna sheds her title as Supermom of Three to write sexy love stories. Sleeping might still be a battle Anna hasn't conquered, but armed with a B. A. in English Literature and all the hot men in her mind calling for their own story, she stays busy during those midnight hours writing her next international bestselling spicy romance.
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