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Two hot gargoyles are determined to protect her. Can she find the strength inside to love them both?
Blurb:
Medina Argos is a woman on the run from her present and her past. One of three sisters in an international art theft ring, she flees when a routine art heist goes too far. But this curvy girl is about to learn that some hearts beat to a different drum and the road to love is sometimes the less traveled one, even for a woman with secrets.
Thomas Sauveterre is a renowned art restoration specialist. Nothing is more important to him than his daughter, Gabrielle. When he takes on the largest project of his career, he also gains a security officer in the bargain. But love can be hiding in the most surprising places if he can only open his heart to find it.
Grayson Maberry is a man on the brink. Charged with protecting property and guarding the family he’s currently assigned, he is torn by duty and a love that may never be. But a true guardian will wait forever and this gargoyle may have just met his match. Twice.
Tease:
He
wandered to the dresser and fingered a wooden hairbrush, ridges carved into the
base and handle. “I still owe you a swat for bringing in our resident art thief
without a security check.”
Thomas
flushed, a spark of indiscernible emotion peeking from inside his eyes. “Mmmm.
You do. That was a foolhardy thing. I admit it.”
Grayson
picked up the hairbrush. “You can’t compromise your safety. Yours or Gabby’s.
Not to mention anything about Carrick’s precious art.” He moved toward the bed
and beckoned Thomas forward with his finger. His beast slid underneath his
skin, eager to mark the flesh of his beloved.
Thomas
raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching. “What are you going to do?”
“What
I should have done that very night.” He held up the brush and gave a good swing
through the air. “I’m going to paddle your sweet ass and make it pink.”
His
mate slid from beneath the covers, his erect cock bobbing in front of him as he
made his way toward Grayson. “Promises, promises.” Thomas’s voice was husky.
“Put
your hands on the bed and give me that ass.”
Thomas
braced himself against the bed, his eyes smoldering as he looked over his
shoulder.
“Face
forward and brace yourself, boy.” Grayson was hard. He gripped the brush in his
hand and swung, the back of it smacking down hard against the muscular round
globe of Thomas’s glorious backside.
Thwack!
“Omfph!”
“Yes.
I want to hear every moan that comes out of your mouth.” He raised his hand
again, bringing the brush down on the other cheek. Giving him no time to
respond, Grayson dropped the brush and used his hand, smacking Thomas hard
where the first blow landed. How he loved to use his hand when administering
discipline. It had been so long. He and his wife had enjoyed the balance it
gave their relationship. It remained to be seen how Thomas and Medina would
embrace it.
“You
have to remember to keep yourself safe.”
Smack!
“Anything
else will not be tolerated.”
Pop!
His
hand moved from one butt cheek to the next until a nice rosy glow began to
appear and Thomas squirmed, a soft whimper slipping past his lips.
“Are
you ready to say you’re sorry?”
Thomas
nodded, his arms still holding up his body. His ass had a fine pink shine to it
and as Grayson ran his hand along the tender flesh, he shivered under his
touch.
“Good. Now open your legs.” Grayson pulled a packet of
lube from his pocket, quickly divesting himself of his jeans and shirt. He
wanted this man and now he meant to have him. He was his for the rest of their
days and he couldn’t wait to begin exploring him inch by inch.
