| Buy at Extasy Books, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kobo ISBN: 978-1-4874-3334-5 Formats: PDF, PRC, EPUB, MOBI Description Spend a happy vacation or die trying. While Matthew and Jason investigate a series of murders in Washington, DC, Jacklyn and Nicolas start a long-awaited vacation with her parents. Famous reporter David Callahan sets out with his girlfriend to have a good time and research the doings of a kidnapper prowling the woods of western Maine. For all of them, the events turn out differently from their expectations. Excerpt Lesley blew over the hot coffee, smiling. “He’d kill you for calling the yacht a boat. Seriously, owners are very specific when it comes to the type of boat they’re using. And—to put this right—I wasn’t on the yacht during the ride. I met him at the Miami Harbor and greeted him with a bottle of champagne when he moored it.” “How nice.” Jacklyn sat down and sipped coffee. She was still cold inside after a long day at her physiotherapy office where the heating system had failed during the last hour. “So, you did change your mind—at least a little bit.” “There’s no harm in trying something new. To be honest—I wanted to do Raiden a favor. He was so thrilled to show me his latest creation. I couldn’t stay at the pier and refuse his invitation, could I?” “You’re making progress.” Jacklyn chuckled. After years of being a mistress and later owner of a dungeon, Lesley Gilbert had finally found a man to love, even without shackles to tie him down. “And…” “Progress is a good choice of word.” Lesley cocked her head, twitching her brows. She looked younger than her thirty-eight years, partly—Jacklyn was certain about it—because her lover was twenty-five. “You can’t imagine what we did in the bedroom. I admit he was…cautious, in the beginning. Too cautious for my taste. The first times I had to guide him, if you get my meaning.” “Small wonder. Usually, he could hardly wriggle his toes when you were with him.” Lesley laughed and bared her little white teeth. “Sometimes he was allowed to speak.” “Back then or now?” Lesley snorted with laughter and had to put down her cup not to spill the contents. “Bad girl! I do allow him to speak, though I’m not fond of small talk while we’re on it. He gets what I want—oh, was that a pun?” “It depends on what’s involved.” “Him and me. And a lot of laughter between the sheets.” She stopped, still chuckling. “I sound like my old English teacher. Bad me! Boring! If I want him to, Raiden’s a wild animal in bed, no shit.” Lesley pointed a finger at Jacklyn. “Before you start worrying for me—though we both know he’s well equipped—he’s never rude. Really, never. I guess it’ll take time for both of us to learn what’s allowed and what’s not.” She made a face. “A little rudeness would really turn me on.” |