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Take It On Faith
by M. L. Rhodes
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Hotel heiress Elizabeth Sandringham is in Mexico for her wedding. But two nights before the nuptials, her fiance reveals he's more into his best man than his future bride. Disgusted and disillusioned with love, Elizabeth ditches the ceremony only to end up stranded in a seedy bar in the middle of nowhere. When a drug war shoot 'em up breaks out, she's kidnapped by gun-toting bad guys. She assumes her situation can't get any worse ... until the gang's leader claims her as his own. Suddenly, Elizabeth's trouble becomes a whole lot more intimate. Miguel Delgado is every woman's bad-boy fantasy. He's brooding. Dangerous. And hot enough to singe the panties off a good girl like Elizabeth. Although he attempts to maintain an air of steely control around her, there's no stopping the heat that rises between them. Even as Elizabeth seeks a way to escape, she's drawn in by the powerful magnetism and erotic lure of the sexy desperado. But forbidden passion with an outlaw can lead only to one thing--heartbreak... Unless a girl's willing to take it on faith?
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: May 2006
 
86 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [170 KB]
Words: 39718
Reading time: 113-158 min.
The trembling began again, starting with her awkward, bandaged hands and spreading out into her arms and legs. "I've claimed you as my woman, and as long as you stay close to me, they'll respect that. They won't like it and they'll want to kill me as well, but they will respect it. Comprendes?" She stared at him, shaking for all she was worth. "I won't let them touch you, but you must do exactly as I say." He gripped her face between his long fingers, and stared into her eyes. "If I tell you to jump, you'll do it. If I tell you to be quiet, you will be. If I tell you to touch me, or bare your breasts for me, or touch yourself for me, you'll do that, too. Do you understand?" She stared at him in defiance, her mind rebelling at what he was saying, but her body oddly tingling at the same time. "Do--you--understand?" he growled, his hand squeezing harder. She nodded. His mouth came down onto hers, scorching and demanding, and she was certain in that instant he was, indeed, the devil, and she'd just made a pact with him. But then his assault turned from hard to hungry. His tongue flicked out to trace her lower lip, sensuously teased her mouth open, and sought entry. A jolt of unbridled electricity shot through her when his tongue met hers, twisting and seducing her in a primitive dance. And she found herself, to her horror, ensnared by the passion of it.
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