Series: Iron Orchids #11
Published by Self Published on 4/7/20
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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I never believed in love at first sight...
Until the ATM ate my debit card,
And Jackson Boudreaux stepped in to save the day.
All business, in his nine to five banker suit--
I couldn’t help but wonder of what he was hiding under that perfect form.
I was leather and handcuffs.
He was ties and cuff-links,
But it didn't matter that we were from two different worlds.
Once we collided there was no going back.
Neither of us were ready for love…
He came with baggage and drama not to mention a young son.
I avoided drama like the plague and avoided little kids even more.
We have an excerpt from Danielle Norman’s upcoming novel, Kat Knight Watch! This is a standalone contemporary romance in the Iron Orchids series! And it sounds like a scorcher.
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As soon as I crossed the threshold, Jackson swept me into his arms and carried me over to the bed. He dropped me in the center. “Undress,” he commanded and then turned back to the door to lock it before joining me and dropping his clothes along the way. He paused at his nightstand and pulled out a foil packet setting it on top.
“Scoot over, beautiful.” I did as he ordered feeling the heat build between my legs as he joined me on the bed. “I can’t tell you how awesome you look in my bed, I want you here all of the time.” He lowered his lips to one breast and brought my nipple into his mouth, his tongue trailing a email@example.com around the nub.
The spark that ignited in me started at my toes and shot up to my scalp, each strand of hair standing on edge. “Oh, Jackson, god, keep doing that.” I wove my fingers into his hair and held his head firm against me.
He maneuvered one leg between mine, using his knee to pry my legs apart. The simple action caused my hips to thrust up in reaction. He pulled his head back and chuckled before moving one hand between my legs and cupping my core. “You’re soaking wet.”
“For you, now stop playing around.”
“Or what?” He raised one brow in challenge.
“I don’t know, or…or… or I’ll go home and get my vibrator.”
“Oh, no you won’t. Never again. There’s no need for electronics when you have the real thing right here.” He slid a finger inside me and curved it until he was touching that magical spot that made me want to shout. His thumb rubbed along my clit and I was riding his fucking hand.
“No, Jackson, I want you.”
“You’ve got me, that’s my hand.”
“No. I want you. Your dick.”