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by Aurora Rose Lynn
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Romance
Description: Released from prison, is Michael looking for sweet revenge, or forbidden love? When she was in her late teens, Nicole Harris fell in love with her sexy boyfriend, James Carmichael, but when he was accused of murder, and she was forced to testify against him, the relationship ended seemingly forever. Now, ten years later, he's been freed from prison, has reinvented himself, and now calls himself by a new first name. Has Michael returned to seek revenge? Nicole is confused when she meets him, realizing their past can never be regained. However, much to her chagrin, Michael pursues her and although her logical mind resents him, her treacherous body wants nothing else except to be near him. She relives the past where they used to play games of light bondage and suddenly, Michael is re-enacting those games and leaving her breathless and wanting more! Once again, Michael is a huge part of her life, but not for the sake of love, but for revenge. Can she run far enough away from him or will she become embroiled in the intrigues of the past?
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [331 KB]
Reading time: 209-292 min.
"I can't wear this! It's not much more than a bath towel!"
Dismayed, Nicole Harris stared at her reflection in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. The burgundy dress didn't hide much. Her back was bare, almost to her derriere. If she bent forward, her ass would show. If she attempted to lean back, her breasts would pop out of the scanty bodice.
Her fiance frowned. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down but he quickly disguised his approval. "The salesclerk said you'd love it."
"What does she know about me?" Nicole grumbled, hating to admit her reflection was attractive--in a sluttish way. The only way a woman would wear a dress like this was if she was looking for a man, and Nicole wasn't in the market. She had someone who loved her, someone she could love in return. It didn't matter that he had a receding hairline, or the beginnings of a spare tyre. It wasn't physical appearance that counted in a relationship. No, it was the emotional makeup, how a couple interacted with each other.
"Maybe she's got a lot of experience. You look like Cinderella." He stepped closer and kissed her lips a little too quickly.
Nicole shrugged and sighed. Apparently the transformation in her appearance had little effect on him. To her dismay, a brief glance at his crotch showed he wasn't excited in the least. She had teased and taunted him with her nudity, but nothing seemed to work when it came to seducing him. Why had she given a fleeting thought that a sluttish little dress might work?
She really didn't want to go to his staff party. He came home each night and described the biker types he worked with in great detail, how the men spat on the ground, smoked dope and wore earrings. What kind of crowd was that to hang out with, even if it was only for a few hours? She would rather have curled up with a good mystery book and passed the evening reading while Brad watched TV with a sweating beer in hand.
He watched her now with speculative eyes as she twirled a strand of dark brown hair into a lazy curl resting against her cheek. Pearl earrings from the local Shop N' Drop dangled from her earlobes.
She sensed that being in the little burgundy dress wouldn't achieve what she might have hoped for when she'd first spotted it in the tissue paper it had been wrapped in. Mentally she counted the months that had gone by since Brad and she had last peeled off their clothes and fallen into bed. Six months. Roughly the time he had been working for Anessa Rendering. She frowned.
Was there some kind of connection between working with dead animals all day and no desire for sex? Was it ludicrous to think that? Or was there some kind of scar Brad's wife had left him with? After a ten-year marriage, she had made his life hell in a messy divorce that had left him all but penniless.
It had been almost a year since Brad and Nicole had become reacquainted with each other again, oddly enough at a party at the law firm where she worked as a secretary. Years earlier, they had gone to high school together. Brad and she had shared an apartment for a few months before she'd bought this house in Eastwynd. The law company she worked for had requested the transfer. Now she was an executive secretary in charge of the Eastwynd Law Offices of Bessman and Overton.
Her stomach clenched. Could she persuade him to make love to her, perhaps avoid going to the party? She seductively strolled up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, raising her face to his. "Make love to me?"
There had been a time when she wouldn't have had to beg a man to make love to her. She repressed a sigh of longing. Those days were gone. Forever. There was no way to bring back the blissful past.
"Why?" he asked, taking a step back out of her tenacious hold.
She suddenly felt like a cat rubbing itself against a fuzzy carpet. "Because that's what men and women do."
"Like a bitch in heat?"
Nicole couldn't help herself from trembling with barely concealed anger. Making love wasn't about being in heat. It was about being madly in love, wanting to share two bodies and make them one.
She changed gears. "I appreciate the gesture," she said, referring to his buying the dress, "but I really can't wear this." She headed for the bed where her blue two-piece dress lay in soft, long folds. The burgundy dress left a lot of skin exposed and made her feel self-conscious. She didn't mind dressing like that in front of her fiance, but she did mind going out in public wearing next to nothing.
"You're not thinking of changing, are you?"
"I'm planning on it, unless you want to see this all night." To demonstrate, she squirmed, pulling the dress's neckline upward before she tugged downward on the hem. Neither action did much to cover her naked skin. The dress might as well have been moulded to her body.
Brad's face paled and his eyes clouded over with sadness. Inwardly, she took a deep breath. He had never before purchased anything so personal. Reminding him to pick up a carton of milk or a can of tuna was hard enough. Could this have something to do with his ex-wife, Meg?
Between her work and her personal life, Nicole had little trouble imagining she could turn this living arrangement into a comfortable one for both of them. He was a simple man with simple needs, but the hurt from his first marriage went deep through his psyche. She had never told him about her past. There had been no need to dig up what once had been.
Their eyes met, his lacklustre grey. He grimaced and started to walk from the room. Not able to bear the hurt, she ran after him and grabbed his arm. He stood three inches taller than her five-foot-three. Deep bags under his eyes marred his usually nonchalant look. Uncharitably, she thought he looked like a penguin in his frothy white shirt, black jacket and trousers. She didn't want to hurt him, especially now that he was starting the long healing process after the divorce.
"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but the dress is a bit short," she insisted, her eyes pleading with his for understanding. "What if I cut your pant legs up near your thigh and then trimmed your shirt so there's more material on the floor than on you? How would that make you feel?"
His drawn smile tugged at her heart strings. He patted the top of her hand. "You look really sexy in it," he said half heartedly.