Welcome to another Snipped Saturday. Today’s theme is It’s Raining Men! Hope you enjoy my excerpt from my new book Beauty and the Sheikh, before hopping off to the other blogs participating. Have a great weekend!
A is for Alpha series (book 1)
Indulge your fantasies with these steamy, contemporary romances about sexy, billionaire alpha males, and the women who capture their hearts.
His price is her innocence…
Holly Winchester is desperate. With her brother facing theft charges and a potential prison sentence in a foreign country, she seeks help from the one man she knows can give it. But will the ruthless, billionaire sheikh who once broke her heart be able to forget and forgive their painful past?
Two years ago, Sheikh Rafiq Al Hakimi allowed a beautiful foreigner not only into his country, but nearly his heart. It was all too easy, falling for the one woman who didn’t fear him or his scars. Until he discovered her intentions were as shallow as the modeling world she thrived in.
Now Holly’s returned to his country, begging for his help. He’s willing to give her brother his freedom—if Holly gives up hers by agreeing to become his mistress…
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“Are we really going to resort to small talk?” Her fingers twisted her napkin.
Amusement flickered in his eyes. “Is there something else you’d prefer to discuss?”
“Will you just stop this?” she cried, losing any ability to stay civil. “You forced me to stay here at your palace last night under the pretense that you’d consider my brother’s case, but you never had any intention of letting him go. Did you?”
Rafiq leaned back in his chair, watching her through narrowed eyes.
Holly closed her eyes briefly, instantly regretting her outburst. Stupid! She’d made it this far, only to scream at him like a fishwife the moment they sat down for breakfast.
“Your brother is guilty.”
The world around her spun out of focus at his flat declaration. A clammy cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck and she forced herself to suck in a needed breath. Her hands shook at the image of her brother locked in a prison in this intimidating, foreign land for ten years. “You condemn him as judge and jury without a trial.”
“I have seen the footage. He was as discreet as a three-year-old stealing from a cookie jar.” Rafiq leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “And it’s not the first time he’s done this, is it, habiba? Your brother has also stolen money from you in the past, countless times.”
“He’s changed,” she whispered. How could Rafiq possibly have known about Andrew stealing from her? “He promised me.”
“I understand why you would like to think as much, but the evidence says otherwise.”
Bile rose in her throat. She believed him. She didn’t want to, but oh God, she did. “So you intend to lock him up? For how many years? He’s all I have, Rafiq.” She didn’t care that she’d dropped his respected title. What would he do? Call in his servants to scold her again? Throw her in prison next to her brother? Let them!
Tears blurred her vision as she plunged on. “He kept me from going into foster care after our parents were killed. He gave up everything and quit school to raise me. Please, you can’t throw away his life like this.”
“I would think twice before trying to place the blame on me.” His words snapped like a whip through the empty dining hall, his stare glacial. “You’ve protected him for too long, Holly. When will it end? He’s a grown man who lives the life of a spoiled boy.”
“You’ve known all along you wouldn’t help him.” She thrust back her chair and stood. “I don’t even know why I let myself think you would. You’d probably rather face a firing squad than assist me. I’ll go to the American embassy. I’ll—”
“No one would dare challenge my decision.”
Her heart pinched with helplessness and the despondency that flowed through her blood thickened until it consumed her. “Then why did you do this?” Tears burned. “Why toy with me and keep me here last night?”
“It’s simple, habiba. Because I want you.”
Holly’s heart slammed into her ribcage. He still wanted her? For a moment she didn’t believe it, refused to believe it. Until she stared long enough into Rafiq’s eyes to see the smoldering heat and desire.
It was so potent it sent a rush of warmth through her body and quickened her blood.
“What are you saying?”
Rafiq stood and approached her, or rather, stalked her like a lion with his prey. Holly just barely resisted the urge to turn heel and run, and then it was too late as he stood in front of her, blocking her exit.
Every harsh and beautiful feature on his face came into focus, especially the thick scar that began barely an inch away from his captivating dark eyes. “I will release your brother under one condition.”
She knew. Even before he could say it, she knew. Her head jerked from side to side in denial, but her gaze was riveted to his lips as named his price.
“You will agree to stay in Raljahar as my mistress.”
Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Mandy M Roth
Welcome to another Snipped Saturday. Today’s theme is It’s Raining Men! Hope you enjoy my excerpt from Command and Control, before hopping off to the other blogs participating. Happy Saturday!
He’s afraid of losing his grip. She’s about to untie his last knot…
Holding Out for a Hero, Book 2
Megan Asher has a thriving career, looks, self-confidence to spare. It all means little without the love of her life. Trevor has returned from deployment in Afghanistan a haunted man, emotionally distant and unwilling to connect—except in bed. Then even that fragile thread snaps. Brokenhearted, she is forced to call off their wedding and, after a few months’ separation, try to move on.
With every aspect of his life spinning out of his once-legendary control, Trevor Wyatt convinces himself that Megan is better off—and safer—as far away from his demons as possible. Until he comes back to town for his brother’s wedding, and discovers Megan is dating.
Suddenly realizing what he’s thrown away, he vows to breach the fortress she’s built around her heart. They come together in a cataclysm of rekindled passion that unleashes the very demons he never wanted her to witness.
Back to square one, Megan realizes she must take the ultimate risk to slip past Trevor’s defenses. Give him control in the one place she can. The bedroom. The seductive move is one she prays will be the first step in helping heal him and their love.
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“Can I get anyone another beer?” Todd asked, standing from the couch and stretching. “This game is kind of slow.”
Trevor shook his head at the suggestion to another beer. This baseball game wasn’t doing shit to distract him from his thoughts, which alternated between luscious ideas of what he wanted to do to Megan and darker memories of Afghanistan. Alcohol wouldn’t help his state of mind either way.
There were less than ten of them here at Todd’s house, watching the game and drinking beer. The Wyatt brothers, a cousin and a couple close friends. Not much of a bachelor party, but it’s all Tyson had wanted.
Trevor glanced over at Tyson and bit back a smile. His middle brother sat at the far end of the couch, his fingers clenching and unclenching around his beer. He’d look at his watch occasionally, then shift in his seat.
“You really should’ve had a bachelor party,” Todd muttered, returning from the kitchen with a beer. “You’re just sitting here thinking about Ellie all night anyway.”
Wincing, Trevor shook his head, thinking his little brother shouldn’t have brought up the reminder that Ellie was at a bachelorette party.
“I’m sure they’re just hanging out, Ty.” Trevor kept his voice casual as he gave Tyson a brief smile. “Probably just having lots of sugar from Kate’s place, some wine and gossiping.”
Tyson grunted. “They took over The Oceanside Tavern. I have a feeling it’s more than cupcakes and chatting.”
The tavern? Really? Trevor scowled and shifted on the couch. Hell…maybe it wasn’t quite so innocent.
The front door burst open and a man hurled himself inside, out of breath and wide-eyed.
Tyson came to his feet. “Jimmy? What’s going on?”
The just-out-of-college kid pulled his hat off and twisted it in his hands. “Sheriff, I just came from the tavern and it’s getting a little rough. A stripper just arrived, think it might even be the younger Haggerty brother. And I think one of the girls just busted her ankle.”
“Jesus.” Trevor joined his brother on his feet, hoping he didn’t sound too excited as he suggested,
“Maybe we oughtta go calm things down?”
Tyson’s jaw flexed and he nodded. “Someone get me my keys.”
Trevor rode shotgun in Tyson’s SUV, while Todd sat in the back. The three of them were silent as they made the two-minute drive down to Main Street where the tavern was located.
When they pulled up in front of The Oceanside Tavern the sound of music and women yelling could clearly be heard.
“Shit,” Tyson muttered. “I’m surprised nobody called the station yet.”
“No kidding.” Trevor agreed and opened his door, stepping down from the vehicle.
Todd came around beside him and grinned. “I don’t know, this could be fun. Lots of buzzed women, no men. Maybe I’ll stick around for a while.”
Trevor slapped his youngest brother on the back of the head and bit back a curse. Though the women of Wyattsville would likely love having the town’s most notorious flirt—who’d also been labeled sexiest firefighter in Wyattsville—staying to hang out.
“Well,” Tyson sighed and placed his hands on his hips, staring at the door to the tavern. “I guess we’d better do this.”
Todd nodded, wiping the smile from his face, even though his eyes still danced with amusement.
“Let’s do this. Time to reel in the fiancée, bro.”
Trevor fell back, let Tyson stride in first and do what he needed to do. He and Todd walked in a moment later to join the chaos.
“Holy shit balls,” Todd muttered in dismay.
Trevor silently echoed the sentiment as he took in the scene. Jesus, he almost preferred hand-to-hand combat than having to face breaking up this.
All around them women were dancing and slamming back alcohol. Some were even dancing on the bar. In fact one gal, probably the one rumored to have busted an ankle, was sitting on the bar with a fat ice pack on her foot. Poor Evan and whoever else was on duty were standing far back behind the counter, watching with wide eyes as if they contemplated abandoning ship.
Trevor stepped farther into the tavern and slid his trained gaze over the crowd. Searching for any sign of real problems, but mostly searching for Megan.
He caught sight of the stripper—fortunately he wasn’t quite naked—with half a dozen gals circled around him hooting and hollering. Ellie being one of them.
No Megan though. He slid his gaze beyond the group to the corner of the bar. Bingo. She was there, facing the crowd, leaning back with her elbows on the bar. Her breasts peeking over the neckline of the clingy blue dress she wore.
And she was watching him. Her blue gaze met his solidly over the madness inside the tavern. Trevor couldn’t look away, almost like an invisible laser connected them. Even across the room he could see something had changed. He didn’t sense resentment or anger in her eyes. Instead it was something else that gave him a hell of a lot of hope. His breath caught, the muscles in his body coiled, and his dick leapt to attention against the denim of his jeans.
Not breaking her gaze, he pushed through the crowd of people toward her. Dimly aware of Tyson and Todd shouting out instructions for the stripper to put his clothes back on and the women to calm down.
Trevor reached the counter and sat on the empty stool next to Megan. Close up he searched her face, trying to tell if she was drunk or not. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but her eyes lacked that intoxicated glaze. Instead they sparkled with heat. With need.
He arched a brow and took the almost full cocktail from her hand, setting it on the counter.
“You girls having fun?”
“You could say that.” She ran her tongue over her mouth and smiled slightly. “Though I suppose you boys will put an end to that?”
“I suppose so.” He tried, and failed, not to let his gaze slip from hers to explore her body. But the way she sat, her breasts thrusting against the clingy blue dress, made it impossible not to.
Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Mandy M Roth